<?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-7595719957705759540</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:52:13.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pupimik</title><subtitle type='html'>ganduri aruncate la nimereala</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-8439950301819424492</id><published>2010-05-09T20:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:47:47.971+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prieteni?Nu,merci.Prefer dusmani.</title><content type='html'>Omul este facut sa reziste,sa reziste,sa reziste...Exact ca si termopanele :)) Din pacate unii nu mai fac diferenta intre termopane si oameni.Ei testeaza rezistenta celorlati la maxim, fiind convinsi ca sunt inca in garantie.Din pacate pt ei, obiectele ies din garantie cand nu sunt utilizate corect.Nasol...nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipocrizia...cote maxime.Disimularea...ca la mama ei acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Il banuiesti pe dracu...ca intr-un final sa iti dai seama ca tu nu pe dracu il ai langa tine....ci pe insasi ma-sa.&lt;br /&gt;De mica am fost invatata sa accept omul asa cum e el.Asa am facut mereu.Mi-a ajuns.Si da...in ochii mei ati ajuns sub nivelul marii.Sunteti in competitie cu Groapa Marianelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va doresc o viata frumoasa...si sper sa nu mai am de-a face cu voi prea curand..pentru ca nu stiu in ce masura ma voi putea abtine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROATA SE INTOARCE FARA PREA MULT EFORT! N-as vrea sa fiu in piele voastra cand se va intampla asta.Si la mine....sa nu veniti.Va va astepta o usa bine plasata in varful nasului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8439950301819424492?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8439950301819424492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8439950301819424492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8439950301819424492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8439950301819424492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/05/prieteninumerciprefer-dusmani.html' title='Prieteni?Nu,merci.Prefer dusmani.'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1123919087921261519</id><published>2010-04-25T22:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:24:03.242+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ea...o parte a murit.Cealalta, s-a nascut.</title><content type='html'>Era demoralizata.Ii venea sa planga de nervi.Inainte cu o noapte avuse si un vis ciudat.Visa ca prietena ei o mintea.Era o copilarie minciuna pe care o muscase in vis...dar ideea in sine apasa greu.Nu conteaza ce...conteaza ca s-a intamplat.Asta o facea sa turbe.Cand s-a trezit vroia sa puna mana pe telefon sa o sune.Si-a dat seama ca nu are sens dar si-a propus sa nu uite visul si la un moment de sinceritate maxima sa aduca vorba.Nu dupa mult timp prietena ei o suna.Nu i-a spus nimic desi cuvintele vroiau sa iasa singure: "sa vezi ce vis futut am avut in legatura cu tine!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Faza cu visul completa seria de dezamagiri care incepuse cu cateva zile in urma.Oamenii pe care i-a ajutat si alaturi de care a fost in momentele cand aveau nevoie de ea...parca ii intorceau spatele.Nu erau chestii serioase...tocmai asta o scotea mai tare din sarite.Ea e fraiera care mereu lua de la ea pentru a le fi bine celorlalti.Nu fraiera.Proasta.Altfel nu ajungea acum sa aiba regrete.Nu ajungea sa regrete faptul ca a oferit unor persoane tot ce a avut...inclusiv chestii materiale.&lt;br /&gt;O durea.Parca se intrezarea o lacrima in fiecare ochi.Se chinuia sa nu o lase sa cada.&lt;br /&gt;De ce au ajuns prietenii ei sa ii ascunda chestii? De ce a ajuns sa nu poata sta cu prietenii ei din cauza prietenelor lor? E strigator la cer!&lt;br /&gt;Statea de vorba cu o cunostinta de-a ei care a inceput sa se ambaleze cand a aflat o particica din trecutul ei.In momentul respectiv a simtit ca nici macar ceea ce o priveste doar pe ea nu a ramas neatins de cei din jur.Nu intelegea de unde si pana unde isi permite cunostinta respectiva sa se implice atat de tare in alegerile pe care le-a facut la un moment dat.Nu erau prieteni.Daca erau, mai avea cat de cat scuza "imi pasa de tine,si nu-mi vine sa cred!" si nici macar asta nu era plauzibila.&lt;br /&gt;Blestema intr-una momentul in care s-a deschis in fata celorlalti.Momentul in care a fost convinsa ca porti schimba lumea daca pornesti de la tine.&lt;br /&gt;In suflet nu i s-a bagat un cutit...ci un ciob.Un ciob ce era greu de scos si ce ranea totul in jurul lui cu fie care bataie a inimii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu isi dorea sa devina din nou rece.Cu toate acestea...simtea ca nu mai are cale de intors.&lt;br /&gt;Persoanele pe care le considera atat de apropiate, si pe care si-ar fi pus baza in anumite momente au lasat-o,voit sau nu,deoparte.Asa simtea.&lt;br /&gt;Scuzele au ajuns sa nu o mai atinga.Poate ca altadata niste scuze o faceau sa treaca peste.Acum se simtea fraiera careia ii trece supararea la niste cuvinte spuse din doru pulii.&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut prin momente in care isi spunea ca e ultima data cand iarta, dar nu a reusit sa se tina de promisiunea facuta.Mereu era fraiera care lasa de la ea spunand ca iertarea este atributul celor puternici.Deja puterea ei devenea o slabiciune.Simtise ca paharul cu iertare i se goleste...si nu mai are de unde sa ia.&lt;br /&gt;Se uita la soarele ce apune si isi dorea sa renasca.Sa o ia de la capat.Regretele pe care le avea erau prea mici.Nu asta o impingea sa isi doreasca un nou inceput ci oamenii din jur.&lt;br /&gt;Se credea destul de matura.Defapt..nu era deloc.Era a doua oara cand trecea prin asta.Credea ca experienta adolescentei si-a pus amprenta si ca s-a invatat sa nu mai aiba incredere in oameni.Se pare ca nu.Incepea sa cada din nou in aceeasi greseala, doar ca acum si-a dat seama mai devreme.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stia cum sa reactioneze.Nu stia ce e mai bine sa faca.Sa arate tot ce simte.Sa spuna tot ce era de spus.Daca o facea, persoanele din jur ar fi intrat in pamant,ca multe carti avea de dat pe fata, si ar fi durut pe fiecare in parte.Ar fi despartit cupluri si distrus relatii de prietenie.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritul constiintei urla in ea.S-a oprit pentru o secunda din gandirea in care se afundase.Era semnul ca nu meritau lucrurile respective.De ce sa deschida ea ochii celorlalti, cand ceilalti nici macar mana sa i-o intinda nu au vrut? De ce sa fie din nou fraiera?Oricum omul invata doar din propria lui experienta.Cand se vor lovi si ei de zidul care parea sa o darame, atunci vor deschide ochii mirati de ceea ce i-a lovit.Atunci vor realiza ca defapt ei au fost cei care s-au izbit de zid, nu zidul de ei.Ei au ales drumul respectiv pe care l-au urmat cu ochii inchisi.&lt;br /&gt;Avea o privire dura ce putea omori orice urma de sentimente.Ucidea cu privire.Simtea cum o tradeaza ochii.Simtea cum o cuprinde ura.Nu vroia asta.Se dadeau lupte in interiorul ei pe care nu stia daca poate si cum poate sa le controleze.Vroia sa se puna la somn.Stia ca daca o va face,nu va putea dormi toata noaptea.Trebuia sa se calmeze cumva.A iesit la o plimbare lunga pe strazile intunecate.&lt;br /&gt;Stia ca doar o persoana o putea intelege in momentele alea.Dadu sa o sune.Se razgandi.Stia ca cel mai bine e sa treaca singura peste tot.Nu are nevoie de nimeni pentru a depasi momentul, decat de o vointa de fier.Isi aprinsese o tigara si se uita cu se ridica fumul spre stalpul ce veghea banca pe care se pusese.Se linistise.&lt;br /&gt;Incepu o durere de cap ce nu vroia sa ii mai dea pace.Probabil isi punea amprenta lipsa mancarii din ziua respectiva si pechetul de tigari pe care il fumase la nervi.&lt;br /&gt;Se gandea la ziua ce urma sa vina si isi calcula incet incet miscarile.Trebuia sa ascunda toate supararile ce au macinat-o si sa afiseze zambetul cu care cei din jur erau obisnuiti.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o ora de imaginat scenarii in care nu se putea abtine sa nu arate ce era defapt in interior adoarme.Dimineata, cafea, tigara, o zi obisnuita.Cei din jur....aceeasi.Ea, putin mai stapana pe sine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1123919087921261519?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1123919087921261519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1123919087921261519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1123919087921261519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1123919087921261519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/04/pentru-eao-parte-muritcealalta-s-nascut.html' title='Pentru ea...o parte a murit.Cealalta, s-a nascut.'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6681847451965893183</id><published>2010-04-20T19:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:03:57.102+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupa lupte seculare ce au durat zeci de ani...</title><content type='html'>... revin si eu. Long time no see. &lt;br /&gt;Au fost multe momentele in care juram ca scriu pe blog.Simteam nevoia.Dar mereu intervenea ceva si trebuia sa dispar brusc.Pe urma...imi trecea cheful+uitam.&lt;br /&gt;Vine bacu, stiu...simt! Maine dam (in)competentele digitale. Dar asta e atat de neesential pe langa toate chestiile ce ajung sa ma scoata din sarite pe zi ce trece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut la un moment dat prin niste momente de criza.&lt;br /&gt;1) Frate...stiam ca exista oameni ipocriti.Inca o gramada.Dar nici chiar asa.Toti avem momentele noaste de ipocrizie.Asa e omul.Eh, scaparile se iarta.Dar cum sa ierti omul care persevereaza in ipocrizie?!Ma uit in jurul meu si zi de zi vad aceleasi fetze cu aceleasi subintelesuri si aceleasi rictusuri de hiena pe buzele oamenilor.Stiu ce gandesc.Stiu ce apropouri bat.Stiu tot.Cateodata as prefera sa nu stiu.Vorba aia: Nu stii-nu te doare! &lt;br /&gt;Ma tot intreb cum draq pot fi ceilalti atat de nepasatori?Cum sa nu remarci cand cineva iti rade sub nas?! Cum sa accepti asa ceva? Ah! Sau probabil nu remarci pt ca exact in acelasi timp esti prea preocupat sa ranjesti cu subinteles altei persoane.&lt;br /&gt;Asta e peste tot in jurul meu.Ranjete perfide.&lt;br /&gt;Da...zambetul ascunde multe.Asa e.Dar frate...deja de la zambet sa ajungi sa ranjesti in halu asta? =)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Urasc momentele in care nu pot avea ceea ce vreau.Da.Stiu ca suna extrem de selfish si extrem de spoiled.E treaba fiecaruia cum vede lucrurile si cat de obiectiv ori subiectiv citeste ceea ce scriu eu.&lt;br /&gt;Vi s-a intamplat vreodata sa va doriti ceva atat de tare...incat sa va zboare mereu gandul la chestia respectiva.E lucrul pe care cand il vezi printre 10000 de alte lucruri...spui in gura mare "HE`S THE ONE!!!". Exact asa am patit cu rochia pt banchet.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa luuungi cautari de rochii scurte si simple...fara pitipongeli si cocalarisme...o gasesc pe cea ideala.Cine a vazut rochia mi-a spus "Moni....asta e! Te vad in ea! Asta e ideala! E facuta pt tine!" Eram in al 13`lea cer.Si ghici ce?! Aflu ca EXACT rochie ca a mea imi mai face cineva.What?! Are you fuckin` kiddin` meeeee???!! &lt;br /&gt;Ce poate fi mai frustrant?! Stiu ca suna extrem de penibil si fitzos si cum mai vreti voi....DAR EU CHIAR VROIAM NENOROCITA AIA DE ROCHIE!&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa ma duc la ea sa ii spui "auzi...nu crezi ca pe mine ar sta mai bine decat pe tine?Recunoaste sincer...ca nu-i un capat de lume".Desi e adevarul gol-golut ...fara pic de modestie.Nu pot sa fac asta.Cu toate ca imi vine sa turb.Si simt ca fute toata rochia care e ideala.Dragilor...cei care o veti vedea pe ea: sa stiti ca nu rochia e devina-corpul ei deformat e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt rea.Stiu.Mi s-a spus de multe ori si am confirmat si eu de n+1 ori chestia asta.Nu am ce face.Dar cum sa nu fiu cand se intampla asa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Din gramada de rochii existente...tocmai aia?!God damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum...haideti! Sariti pe mine! Luati-mi capul! Darrr...nu ma intereseaza cummmm...jur ca nici ea nu va purta rochia aia! &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6681847451965893183?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6681847451965893183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6681847451965893183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6681847451965893183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6681847451965893183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/04/dupa-lupte-seculare-ce-au-durat-zeci-de.html' title='Dupa lupte seculare ce au durat zeci de ani...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6760827245140611533</id><published>2010-03-13T19:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:19:32.354+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbatii&amp;Femeile...Cheia&amp;Lacatul</title><content type='html'>Cu toate ca in ziua de azi, s-ar spune ca femeile sunt puse la egalitate cu barbatii...acest fapt este relativ in anumite domenii.&lt;br /&gt;In ceea ce priveste sexul,pentru multi subiect tabu,intre femeie si barbat nu se va pune niciodata semnul de egalitate.Mai exact cand vorbim despre numarul de parteneri sexuali detinut in palmares.&lt;br /&gt;Un barbat ce a avut multe femei in pat...e considerat super tare.In schimb, cand vine vorba de sexul frumos lucrurile sunt invers proportionale.Cu cat femeia a avut mai multi barbati cu atat ea e considerata mai naspa.&lt;br /&gt;Can we blame that? No,we can`t!&lt;br /&gt;Treaba cu femeile si barbatii si la fel cum e cu lacatul si cheia.O cheie ce deschide mai multe lacate e super tare.In schimb, un lacat ce este deschis de mai multe chei...e naspa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6760827245140611533?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6760827245140611533/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6760827245140611533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6760827245140611533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6760827245140611533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/03/barbatii.html' title='Barbatii&amp;Femeile...Cheia&amp;Lacatul'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1258248084587638054</id><published>2010-03-07T03:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:27:38.466+03:00</updated><title type='text'>gunoaielor!</title><content type='html'>Unii oameni nu  merita sa aiba statutul de homo sapiens sapiens.Unii s-au blocat la stadiul de maimuta. Unii nu au propria lor viata si incep sa infloreasca viata celorlalti.Mari rau...si raspandesc minciuna.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am avut cea mai nasoala zi ever.Am aflat ca se zvoneste o minciuna despre mine.M-as simtit ultimu` om cand am auzit ce se vorbeste despre mine.Defapt...ce s-a spus la un moment dat despre mine.Nici macar nu stiu cine a inventat povestea....pt ca persoana de la care stiu nu mi-a spus si de asemenea m-a rugat sa nu spun ca stiu.Avand in vedere ca ma pretind a fi persoana de cuvant...nu voi spune nimic.Dar voi avea grija ca fiecare persoana din grupu respectiv de prieteni sa regrete faptul ca a crezut/sustinut/inventat/dat mai departe minciuna respectiva.&lt;br /&gt;Daca as fi una din fetele de genu`...n`as avea nicio problema.As spune cu usurinta "si care e problema?".Dar asa...stiind cate minciuni de cacat pot scoate unii pe gura...imi vine sa turb.&lt;br /&gt;Am valorile mele morale de care m-am tinut mereu.Niciodata nu am lasat loc de interpretari.Nu inteleg de unde si pana unde atata minciuna? &lt;br /&gt;Inca incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea ca unii oameni spun ce ar vrea altii sa auda...cu toate ca poate fi sau nu adevarat.N-am reusit pana acum.Nu-mi pot explica ce au persoanele respective de castigat daca inventeaza? Ce e mai rau...e faptul ca totul vine de la niste baieti.Daca ar fi fete...sa zicem ca as putea sa le gasesc o scuza.Dar baietii? Ce au de castigat din minciuna asa?! Nu-mi pot explica!! &lt;br /&gt;Singurul motiv pe care il pot gasi e frustrarea.Frate...doar daca esti frustrat de anumite chestii ai putea inventa asa ceva.In rest...nu te-ar interesa.Ti-ai vedea de viata ta si nu te-ar interesa ce face X si Y...cu atat mai putin sa infloreste tot felul de zvonuri.&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat de lumea asta de cacat.Sunteti doar niste frustrati.Si stiti de ce? Pt ca traiti sub motto`ul "daca nu pot sa o am...hai sa inventez minciuni de cacat".&lt;br /&gt;Frate...invata sa pierzi!!! Nu a fost sa fie...treci peste.Nu inventa cacaturi despre mine.Nu e vina mea ca ai frustrari de genu` asta. Asta in cazu in care a pornit minciuna de la tine. &lt;br /&gt;Mai este o varianta care spune ca ar fi cineva care a fost prin zona.Daca minciuna a pornit de la persoan aia....cica "posibila interpretare gesita"...e tot acelasi cacat cu alt ambalaj.Ce te fute pe tine grija ce face X cu Y? Asa de tare te fute incat incepi sa inventezi astfel incat inventia sa para cat mai interesata, cand o povestesti lumea sa spuna "sa mori tu???!!! nu`mi vine sa cred!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii de genu` nu merita nimic bun...pt simplul fapat ca nu-si vad de treaba lor..ba mai mult...inventeaza chestii ce nu au fost.Si mai mult...dau si mai departe sub forma de barfa inventiile lor de 2 bani...care pe mine ma afecteaza prin simplul fapt ca sunt minciuni!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aveti parte de pl sculata pe cat adevar ati spus!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1258248084587638054?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1258248084587638054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1258248084587638054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1258248084587638054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1258248084587638054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/03/gunoaielor.html' title='gunoaielor!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6834281975470425500</id><published>2010-03-02T23:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:48:43.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>;x;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyP-Z05Xn3I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/hyP-Z05Xn3I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prea tare mel asta :X:X mereu o voi iubi :X:X asa chef de viata imi da!!&lt;br /&gt;Frati... traitiva tinereteaaaaaa!Daca nu o faceti va va parea rau intr-o buna zi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6834281975470425500?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6834281975470425500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6834281975470425500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6834281975470425500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6834281975470425500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/03/xx.html' title=';x;x'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-542623959385097308</id><published>2010-03-01T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:35:00.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:)</title><content type='html'>In spital se afla un pacient grav bolnav. Rudele se adunasera in sala de asteptare, iar, in final, intra un medic obosit si abatut: "Imi pare rau ca trebuie sa va dau o veste proasta," spuse privind fetele ingrijorate "singura speranta pt. ruda d-voastra este transplantul de creier. Este inca experimental, riscant si din punct de vedere economic intru totul pe seama d-voastra."&lt;br /&gt;Rudele ramasesera asezate, ascultand vestile proaste. In sfarsit, unul intreba: "Ca sa stim, cat costa un transplant de creier?"&lt;br /&gt;"Depinde," raspunse medicul "5.000 euro e creierul de barbat, 200 euro cel de femeie."&lt;br /&gt;Se lasa o lunga perioada de linsite, timp in care barbatii din sala incercau sa nu rada si evitau privirile femeilor, chiar daca unii zambeau.&lt;br /&gt;In final, curiozitatea il impinse pe unul sa intrebe:&lt;br /&gt;"Dle. doctor, de ce aceasta diferenta de pret?"&lt;br /&gt;Medicul zambi la aceasta intrebare atat de inocenta si raspunse: &lt;br /&gt;"Cele femeiesti costa mai putin pt. ca sunt folosite, celelalte sunt ca noi."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-542623959385097308?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/542623959385097308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=542623959385097308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/542623959385097308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/542623959385097308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='&gt;:)'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2912408682895004757</id><published>2010-02-28T13:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:08:02.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>***Sticks and stones may break bones, but a poison pen is the best revenge!! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;***One thing about being on the top of the world.. it gives you a long, long way to fall.&lt;br /&gt;*** The past is always with us, just waiting to mess with the present.&lt;br /&gt;***Love may fade with the season, but some friendships are year round. Like you and me! You know you love me. &lt;br /&gt;***You know, they say if you love something, you should set it free&lt;br /&gt;***But the kind of truth I'm most thankful for? The kind you never see coming, that falls right into your lap&lt;br /&gt;***sometimes when people are under emotional stress, they say things that they don't really mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-2912408682895004757?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/2912408682895004757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=2912408682895004757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2912408682895004757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2912408682895004757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/02/sticks-and-stones-may-break-bones-but.html' title=''/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-5710170229114829159</id><published>2010-02-23T22:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:04:58.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You</title><content type='html'>Lily Allen asta nu-i normala :))) are niste melodii extrem de dragute. &lt;br /&gt;Da` asta...rupe tot :X :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvWj18LeU1g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/QvWj18LeU1g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/7595719957705759540-5710170229114829159?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/5710170229114829159/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=5710170229114829159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5710170229114829159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5710170229114829159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-5610660547977610144</id><published>2010-02-17T23:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:37:31.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea e...EA (2)</title><content type='html'>Ea cu prietenii planuiesc sa mearga la film.Era premiera.Nu se putea sa lipseasca se la filmul ce se lasa asteptat de multa vreme.Isi dorea din tot sufletul sa-l vada.Cu chiu cu vai gaseste locuri bune.Cu toate ca stateau mai departati (in functie de cum au prins locurile prin sala)...erau fericiti ca vedeau filmu.Ea si-a rezervat locul de vreo saptamana, dorind neaparat sa-l vada.&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat simte ca o loveste cineva cu popcorn in cap.Era sigura ca e careva din prietenii ei care se plistiseste si are chef de glume.Ignora si se uita in continuare la film. I-a placut foarte mult filmul.Incantata si in acelasi timp emotionata din cauza filmului...iese din sala.Pe hol simte din nou popcornul ce o loveste in mana.Se intoarce strigand:&lt;br /&gt;-Suferi? Sau care ti-e problema?!&lt;br /&gt;-Vai,ce irascibila e azi domnisoara Tz.&lt;br /&gt;Ea a incremenit.Se uita fix in ochii lui si nu stia cum sa reactioneze.Era atat de fericita ca s-a reintalnit cu el incat ii venea sa il stranga in brate.Era constienta ca nu poate sa faca asta...pt ca ar fi penibil.&lt;br /&gt;-Da, sa zicem...:D Cu ce ocazie la film?&lt;br /&gt;-Am fost obligat sa vin.Ce sa faci...asa`s fetele! Cand isi pun ceva in cap...nu mai scapi de gura lor:)).&lt;br /&gt;In spatele lui vedea o tipa ce se uita extrem de suspect la ea.Era clar.El avea prietena.Se simtea extrem de aiurea.Incerca sa isi explica de ce dracu a intrat in vorba cu el?&lt;br /&gt;-Da....asa o fi.Eu...trebuie sa plec.O seara frumoasa sa ai in continuare...&lt;br /&gt;El ramane putin uimit de atitudinea ei.O saluta politicos si se intoarce la tipele cu care vinise.Tocmai si-a dat seama ca e a doua oara cand se desparte de ea fara sa ii ceara nr de telefon.Fuge dupa ea si o prinde din urma:&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu ce e cu tine in seara asta.Credeam ca iti doresti sa pastram legatura.Nu vreau ca a treia oara cand ne intalnim sa fie tot din intamplare.Lasa-mi te rog numarul tau de telefon.&lt;br /&gt;-Poate cand vei putea sa fi sincer cu mine.M-am saturat de minciuni si omisiuni.Crede-ma...n-am nevoie de asa ceva in momentele astea.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu la ce te referi, dar iti pot lamuri absolut orice dubiu.Hai sa iesim la dimineata la o cafea.Nu ma refuza, te rog.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine.Ne vedem la 11 in Sky.&lt;br /&gt;-Acum ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;-Plec.&lt;br /&gt;-Te conduc?&lt;br /&gt;-Am spus ca ne vedem la 11 in Sky.Eu de obicei intarziu.Ar fi bine tu sa nu o faci.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii se uitau ciudat la el.Au urmat multele intrebari la care avea o oarecare retinere de a da raspunsul.Le-a spus doar ca il cheama Dan si ca e un prieten pe care il stie de putin timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata isi pune ceasul sa sune mai devreme pt a putea ajunge la 11 in Sky. Arunca pe ea un tricou,blugi,balerini.In geanta arunca pachetul de tigari, bricheta, portofelul,luciul de buze si cheile.Telefonul il tine in mana.Suna la un taxi.Ajunge la 11:03 in Sky.El era la cea mai indepartata masa de usa localului.I se insenineaza privirea in momentul in care o vede.&lt;br /&gt;-Credeam ca nu vei veni.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce motiv as fi avut?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu.Aveam asa un feeling de nesiguranta.&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa vorbim.Era normal sa vin.Am multe de lamurit in ceea ce te priveste.Pe cat de putin ne cunoastem, pe atat de multe indoieli in privinta ta am.&lt;br /&gt;-Ma panichezi...&lt;br /&gt;-Hm...nu vreau asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ea comanda o cafea lunga cu lapte.El avea deja un fresh de portocale in fata.&lt;br /&gt;-De ce am impresia ca m-ai mintit? Si ca imi ascunzi o gramada de lucruri..cu toate ca nu ai avea niciun motiv.Daca nu vroiai sa ne imprietenim nu trebuia sa faci pe amabilul si sa-mi dai o tigara.Cu atat mai mult sa te autoinviti in casa mea.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu inteleg unde bati...&lt;br /&gt;-Am sunat la pizzerie.Nu exista niciun Dan care sa livreze pizza.Cum imi explici chestia asta?&lt;br /&gt;-Am spus eu vre-un moment ca lucrez la pizzerie?&lt;br /&gt;-Atunci cum se face ca tu ai aparut cu o pizza in mana in fata usii mele?&lt;br /&gt;-Tineam locul unui prieten.Avea de rezolvat o problema ce nu suporta amanare si m-a rugat sa duc eu cateva comenzi pt el.Nu vroia sa aiba probleme cu seful.Nu puteam sa il refuz.&lt;br /&gt;-Aa...am inteles.Ciudat ca nu ai specificat asta.Eu una as fi facut-o daca as fi fost in locul tau.Oricum...e discutabila treaba.&lt;br /&gt;-Oricum.Nu inteleg de ce te deranjeaza ca nu ai cunoscut acest detaliu, avand in vedere ca eu nici macar numele nu ti-l cunosc.Nu ai vrut sa-mi spui nici macar numele tau.&lt;br /&gt;-In schimb daca vroiai sa dai de mine...stiai unde sa ma cauti.Eu degeaba iti stiam numele.&lt;br /&gt;-Imi pare rau de confuzia creata...&lt;br /&gt;-Oricum..cu ce iti umpli timpul.Faculta?&lt;br /&gt;-(Rade)&lt;br /&gt;-Ce e asa amuzant?&lt;br /&gt;-Am terminat facultatea.&lt;br /&gt;-Pe bune?Cati ani ai?&lt;br /&gt;-25.&lt;br /&gt;-Multi inainte.Si cu ce te ocupi?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu...Lucrez.Tu?&lt;br /&gt;-Tocmai am terminat liceul.Ce lucrezi?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu vreau sa stii.Iti vei schimba parerea despre mine.Poate in bine...poate in rau.Nu am de unde sa stiu.Lasa-ma sa te cunosc mai bine.Promit ca in curand vei afla.Din cauza locului de munca,am ramas cu extrem de putini prieteni.Vei intelege cand va fi totul mai clar.&lt;br /&gt;-Vezi? Totul e neclar.Cum vrei sa am incredere in tine?&lt;br /&gt;-Viata e un joc la risc.Daca risti, poti castiga.Daca nu...stagnezi.Ai spiritul aventurii?&lt;br /&gt;-Il am.Poate mult prea bine inradacinat.De ce?&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa vii luni cu mine pana in Arieseni.Te incumeti?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru?&lt;br /&gt;-Am ceva treaba acolo.Cu lucru.La un hostel.&lt;br /&gt;Ea avea o gramada de ganduri ce-o debusolau."O fi chelner?" "Ce fac eu cu el acolo?" "Cu ce mergem pana acolo?" "Cum sa ma duc cu un necunoscut?" "Daca imi face ceva?" "Si totusi...de ce nu?" "Ce as putea pati?" "Nu e prea departe de casa.In cel mai rau caz sun pe cineva sa vina dupa mine daca vad ca ceva e in neregula."&lt;br /&gt;-ok.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok ce?&lt;br /&gt;-Vin.&lt;br /&gt;-Vorbesti serios? Nu ti-e frica? As putea sa iti fac ceva...&lt;br /&gt;-Daca aveai de gand sa imi faci ceva rau...ai fi tinut gandurile astea atat de adanci incat nu ti-ar fi dat acum pe afara.Cand pornim?&lt;br /&gt;-Luni dimineata sau duminica seara.Cum vrei.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce inseamna dimineata?&lt;br /&gt;-Pe la 8 pornim din Oradea.&lt;br /&gt;-Sa fie duminica seara atunci.Cu ce mergem?&lt;br /&gt;-Cu masina mea.&lt;br /&gt;-In regula.Dar noi 2?&lt;br /&gt;-Daca vrei poti sa aduci pe cine vrei tu cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Darrrr...stai putin.Prietenele tale ar putea intra la banuieli.Nu vreau sa ne facem probleme.Defapt..tu sa iti faci.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce vrei sa spui cu asta?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai...fetele de aseara? Una din ele sigur e prietena ta.Nu o va deranja sa stie ca mergi cu o necunoscuta in Arieseni? Sau ea nu trebuie sa afle?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu am prietena(razand).Fetele de aseara sunt prietenele surorii mele.M-au tarat dupa ele la un film, ca sa nu stau in casa.&lt;br /&gt;-A! E bine atunci.(rasufla usurata)Adica...e bine ca nu va fi nicio problema daca mergem asa..impreuna.A..! Inca ceva. Sa nu crezi ca intre noi doi...intelegi tu.Suntem doar simpli amici...nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu.&lt;br /&gt;-Cum nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Suntem prieteni.Eu nu-mi duc amicii cu mine in Arieseni.Imi duc prieteni.Suntem prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok.Suntem prieteni atunci.Dar nicidecum...&lt;br /&gt;-Iubiti?&lt;br /&gt;-Da.&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu deja asta.Diseara ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;-Am program.&lt;br /&gt;-Ah! Inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;-Pe la cat pleci de acasa?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu stiu. Pe la vreo 8.&lt;br /&gt;-In regula.&lt;br /&gt;-In regula ce? Mi se pare sau vrei sa stii prea multe?&lt;br /&gt;-Ti se pare.Hai, bea cafeaua ca deja ti s-a racit. Te duc acasa?&lt;br /&gt;-Da.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-5610660547977610144?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/5610660547977610144/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=5610660547977610144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5610660547977610144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5610660547977610144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/02/ea-eea-2.html' title='Ea e...EA (2)'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-5308159469896461809</id><published>2010-02-17T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:47:26.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea e...EA</title><content type='html'>Se trezeste intr-o dimineata de luni.Dormise mult prea putin, spre deloc.Aproape toata noaptea nu reusise sa inchida ochii si sa se lase cuprinsa de somnul ce avea sa ii duca constiinta pe alte meleaguri. O apasa ceea ce el ii facuse.Nu putea trece peste lovitura de gratie ce a primit-o cand se astepta mai putin.Alarma telefonului o facea sa nu-si doreasca sa deschida ochii,ferindu-se de o noua zi ce avea sa fie aproximativ la fel ca cea precedenta.Isi ia laptopul in brate si da play melodiei pe care a ascultat-o de mult prea multe ori...incat fiecare vers a ajuns sa ii creeze un film 3 in imaginatie.O lacrima se intrezareste in coltul ochiului drept.Ea strange din dinti...si isi jura ca acea lacrima va fi ultima pe care o varsa pt el.&lt;br /&gt;Inchide winampul.Tranteste laptopul in cel mai indepartat colt al camerei.&lt;br /&gt;Isi doreste sa schimbe tot.Absolut tot ce o face sa-si aminteasca de el.Acea zi de luni era prima zi din restul vietii ei.Prima zi fara el.&lt;br /&gt;Pune mana pe telefon si isi comanda o pizza intre timp ce intra la dus.Intre timp  face dusul isi da seama ca mireasma gelului de dus ii aminteste de ultima baie facuta impreuna cu el.Era inadmisibil.Isi rujeaza zambetul de nepasare pe fata si isi continua linistita dusul.&lt;br /&gt;Stiind ca va avea aceeasi problema cu crema de corp, prefera sa nu o foloseasca.Stie ca nu va trece niciodata peste el daca nu se va desprinde de absolut orice lucru ce i-ar putea trezi sentimentele.Cauta o punga.Din intamplare da exact de plasa extrem de mare de cadouri, pe care o are de la el.E ideala.Plimbandu-se prin casa arunca in plasa toate lucrurile ce ii amintesc de el.Crema de corp, gelul de dus,parfmului pe care adora sa il miroase pe gatul ei, cadourile de la el, inclusiv asternuturile in care i s-a daruit.Vroia sa elimine tot..asolut tot ce tinea de el.&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp soseste pizza.Ea isi da seama ca nu mai are tigari.&lt;br /&gt;-Scuza-ma! Cat de penibila as fi daca ti-as cere o tigara?Am ramas fara si magazinul...&lt;br /&gt;-Deloc!Mi-ar placea sa stam la o tigara, cu toate ca nu prea as avea voie sa ma intind la vorbe in timpul programului.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu doar ti-am cerut o tigara.Asta nu inseamna ca vreau sa o fumez cu tine.Dar, avand in vedere ca eu am fost cea deplasata...e in regula.Te invit la o cafea.&lt;br /&gt;-Dan(incercand sa faca cunostinta cu ea).Imi plare bine.&lt;br /&gt;-Si mie.&lt;br /&gt;-Tu?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu? Eu ce?&lt;br /&gt;-Tu cum te numesti?&lt;br /&gt;-Conteaza? Poti sa-mi spui cum vrei.&lt;br /&gt;-Sigur?Atunci iti voi spune domnisoara Tz.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu am nimic de obiectat.&lt;br /&gt;Tigara s-a lungit la mai multe.Cu toate ca nu-i placeau tigarile pe care le fuma...se simtea bine in compania lui Dan.Stia ca Dan va fi exact elementul ce o va scoate de prapastia in care cazuse.Avea nevoie disperata de el.Si nu...nu in calitate de iubit.In calitate de prieten.&lt;br /&gt;Telefonul lui Dan suna.Avea de livrat alte comenzi.&lt;br /&gt;-Mi-a facut o deosebita placere sa-mi beau cafeaua cu tine.Sper sa nu fie prima si ultima data cand se intampla chestia asta, spune Dan sorbind-o din priviri.&lt;br /&gt;-Cu siguranta nu.Spor la treaba!&lt;br /&gt;-Multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;Se simtea mult mai eliberata.Isi prinde parul cu un elastic dupa care coboara sa arunce la gunoi plasa cu amintirile de care vroia sa se descotoroseasca + sa isi cumpere tigarile care ii fac atat de mare placere sa le fumeze.&lt;br /&gt;Ajungand inapoi acasa...o apuca foame si isi da seama ca pizza s-a racit de mult.Subit isi da seama ca ea nici sa vrea nu mai poate da de Dani.A plecat fara sa lase un numar de telefon.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca stie ca e a doua chestie penibila pe care o va face in acea zi de luni.Suna din nou sa comande o pizza,cerand ca baiatul care livreaza sa fie Dani.&lt;br /&gt;-Domnisoara,nu stiu pe cine cautati...dar cu siguranta nu cautati unde trebuie.Aici nu lucreaza niciun Daniel.Probabil ati gresit pizzeria.&lt;br /&gt;I se parea imposibil.Se uita la cutia de pizza din bucatarie pt a se asigura ca nu a fost un vis.Se repede la scrumiera plina de Kent 8.Ea fumeaza Vogue.Era clar.Nu era imaginatia ei bolnava.Ea se simtea extrem de prost.Nu-si gasea locu.Manca din pizza doar pt ca stia ca trebuie sa manance.Nu simtea foame cu toate ca nu mancase de 2 zile nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Se hotaraste sa mearga la shopping.Trebuia sa isi refaca stocul de produse.Isi suna prietena si pornesc amandoua la cumparaturi.Dupa cateva ore de shopping`aleala ajung la concluzia ca nimic nu ar fi mai ideal decat un movie night.Ii povesteste prietenei intamplarea cu necunoscutul ce livreaza pizza.Cu toate ca pare unbeliveble...Delia o crede si linisteste spunandu-i ca oamenii potriviti apar in momentele potrivite....iar daca va mai exista vre`un moment potrivit...sigur va aparea si Dani in peisaj.&lt;br /&gt;Era tarziu, si treabuia sa plece acasa.Ii era frica.Frica de camera ei.Frica de singuratate.Isi ia totusi inima in dinti si intra in casa.Cutia de pizza inca era pe masa.Fumeaza o tigara,analizand intre timp ramasitele de Kent 8 din scrumiera.S-ar fi dorit sa pastreze legatura cu Dani...&lt;br /&gt;Se pune in pat cu gandul la ziua extrem de ciudata de care avuse parte.Ziua de LUNI a fost ziua schimbarilor pt ea.In bine.Se simte usurata.Isi ia maimutica de plus in brate si inchide ochii.A si adormit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-5308159469896461809?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/5308159469896461809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=5308159469896461809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5308159469896461809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5308159469896461809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/02/ea-eea.html' title='Ea e...EA'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-409267739146281354</id><published>2010-02-16T13:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:41:11.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce ne spun astrele?:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a   style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_cancer_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-409267739146281354?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/409267739146281354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=409267739146281354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/409267739146281354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/409267739146281354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-ne-spun-astrele.html' title='Ce ne spun astrele?:))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-8749461350711058147</id><published>2010-02-06T17:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:43:16.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The ice box is melting ;;)</title><content type='html'>Mai stiti melodia aia de la Omarion-Ice box?&lt;br /&gt;"I got this ice box where my heart used to be.."&lt;br /&gt;Now guess what? The ice box has melt.&lt;br /&gt; Nu ma asteptam...dar uite ca asa e.Cele mai bune lucruri ti se intampla atunci cand te astepti mai putin, si totul se intampla cu un anume motiv.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dragostea produce dependenta.Da. Exact ca un drog.Defapt...e chiar un drog.&lt;br /&gt;Sa o luam pe rand. Esti la inceput.Dragostea nu exista inca. E vb doar de o atractie reciproca.Ii esti draga, ti-e drag.Va simtiti bine unul in compania celuilalt.E doar o chestie adiacenta faptul ca ai prieten/a.Tu iti vezi de viata ta, dar iti faci zilnic timp pentru persoana respectiva.Iti faci timp nu pt ca ar fi o obligatie, ci pentru ca ... iti place.Iti amintesti de cateva ori pe zi de ea...in rest iti vezi de activitatile cotidiene.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o perioada... te obisnuiesti cu iubita/ul.Incepe sa intre in rutina ta de zi cu zi. Vorbiti foarte des, va vedeti foarte des...incepi sa simti ca ai putea sa iti traiesti viata alaturi de pers respectiva.Iti doresti sa o ai aproape, sa te trezesti langa ea, sa o protejezi, iubesti, alinti etc. Ajungi sa te gandesti intruna la ea.Daca cumva te certi cu ea...te simti aiurea toata ziua.Iti e extrem de greu sa iti iei gandul de la ea.Daca acuma nu te cauta...incepi sa te alarmezi..gandindu-te ca a patit ceva.Deja dependenta de acea persoana se face simtita.Nu mai sti sa faci nimic fara ea.Te simti cu un membru amputat.Orice vezi/auzi iti aminteste de ea.Nu mai poti sa mergi nicaieri pentru ca fiecare loc in care ajungi e "marcat" de ea.&lt;br /&gt;Lipsa ei te baga in sevraj.Ajungi in stadiul in care ai face orice pt ea.Orice pentru a o avea.Te injosesti,iti calci toata demnitatea in pricioare pt dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea e extrem de periculoasa...dar totodata...singura care te face sa simti adevarata valoarea si frumusete a vietii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8749461350711058147?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8749461350711058147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8749461350711058147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8749461350711058147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8749461350711058147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/02/ice-box-is-melting.html' title='The ice box is melting ;;)'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4123812548225429252</id><published>2010-01-13T22:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:10:13.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasati disperatii sa vina la mine! :)))</title><content type='html'>Gluma-i gluma...dar...totusi.&lt;br /&gt;E aiurea cand realizezi ca cineva are o obsesie pt tine.Nu poti face nimic fara ca acea persoana sa intrebe ce,cum,unde,iar daca nu`i raspunzi se pune pe investigat.&lt;br /&gt;May I have my own fuckin` life? ;;) Oh! Thank`s!&lt;br /&gt;Si nu te mai baga in treburile mele! E problema mea ce si cu cine fac...n`am nevoie de inca un bagator de seama.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc frumos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4123812548225429252?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4123812548225429252/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4123812548225429252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4123812548225429252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4123812548225429252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/01/lasati-disperatii-sa-vina-la-mine.html' title='Lasati disperatii sa vina la mine! :)))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3019171478957986463</id><published>2010-01-03T22:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:08:45.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA MULTI ANI 2010!</title><content type='html'>Rev de nota 9.5!&lt;br /&gt;Nu va explic ce m-a facut sa scad din perfectul reprezentat de 10 pt ca nu merita mentionat.Betie continua, distractie pe masura.Deja mi-e dor de Arieseni... :(Cu toate ca nu am prin zapada decat in prima zi,plouand in prima noapte si topindu-se toata zapada...noi ne-am distrat.Ma asteptam sa racesc,dar nu am facut-o, cu toate ca ieseam la tigara destul de subtire imbracata.&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat aveam in cap sa ma las de tigari.De ce? Pentru ca am fumat extrem de putin.Fumam jumate de tigara, restul zbura direct in sticla de vodka facuta scrumiera pt toti :D.Mi-am dus 3 pachete de tigari cu mine si aveam in plan sa imi mai cumpar de acolo.Pe naiba.Am venit acasa cu un pachet nedesfacut si cateva tigari din al doilea pachet.Probabil frigul era de vina, neavand voie sa fumam inauntrul casei.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca am dormit pe saltele...a fost bine.Intr-o noapte extrem de frig, in alta extrem de cald.Depinde de camere.Unii deschideau geamu` si inchideau caloriferul de cald ce le era ...altii dormeau cum apucau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard a fost melodia asta : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yz8IbVBFdqg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/Yz8IbVBFdqg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca o aud in urechi :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi va fi dor de femeile in pl goala, de ocean, de veceul ce curgea mereu pt ca lumea uita sa apese pe stop,de Fulghi alias Snowflake-cainele racolat de pe partie,de ruleta pe baute, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani 2010! :*:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3019171478957986463?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3019171478957986463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3019171478957986463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3019171478957986463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3019171478957986463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-multi-ani-2010.html' title='LA MULTI ANI 2010!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2982692373912107654</id><published>2009-12-22T15:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:27:11.119+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar ;;)</title><content type='html'>Un film ce chiar merita vazut ;;) M-a impresionat in mod extrem de placut!&lt;br /&gt;Iarasi avem noroc la bilete.Mergem fara sa fi cumparat bilet sau sa fi rezervat.Mai e un singur loc liber ...noi suntem 3.E clar ca si locul ala liber...e in primul rand presupun.&lt;br /&gt;Asteptam pana se pun rezervarile in vanzare...si bingo! Avem locuri extrem de bune.Mi se pare si normal, deoarece cine face o rezervare rezerva locuri ft bune, altfel n-ar mai face rezervarea ci si-ar cumpara de la casa de bilete, in ordinea care ti-o da tipa de la ghiseu.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum...impresionant film! ;x;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-2982692373912107654?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/2982692373912107654/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=2982692373912107654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2982692373912107654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2982692373912107654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar ;;)'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-612845133735109272</id><published>2009-12-17T16:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:13:11.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(:|</title><content type='html'>Inca mi-e somnn!!&lt;br /&gt;Ieri seara am iesit cu colegutzii la baut :))A fost ceva nou pt noi avand in vedere ca niciodata nu ieseam impreuna, decat la majorate :))&lt;br /&gt;Am baut, am dansat, ne-am distrat, ne-am rupt :))&lt;br /&gt;Din Columbus am migrat in Lord`s, unde chelnerita era o scarba si jumatate.Am dezbatut niste subiecte extrem de "academice" pe acolo =))&lt;br /&gt;Eu si George eram infometati...deci...ne-am indreptat toti spre Seven sa ne luam ceva de mancare.Acolo...ne intalnim cu un barbat ce avea cam fttt mult la bord.Pacat de el...&lt;br /&gt;A inceput sa ne povesteasca toata viata lui, cautand in fast food alcool :))&lt;br /&gt;Tipu are 38 de ani si doi copilasi: un baietel si o fetita.Ne-a si aratat poze cu ei.Omu` era frustrat, pt ca simtea ca putea sa faca mult mai multe in viata asta.Se considera un ratat, si de suparare s-a pus sa bea.A vrut sa ne dea bani, sa ne cumpere mancare, alcool, tot ce vroiam.A avut noroc ca a dat de noi, si nu de altii care l-ar fi lasat fara niciun leu.A vrut sa ne dea pt tigarile care i le-am dat 10 lei, si insista sa nu ii dam inapoi.Daca ii bagam inapoi in buzunarul lui, ii scotea si ii intindea inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a dat geaca lui, desi eu mai aveam pe mine geaca lui George.A insistat sa o iau pe umeri.I-am pus banii in geaca lui,ce era pe mine.Am vrut sa il ducem cu taxiul acasa, cu toate ca statea in celalalt capat al orasului.Nu a vrut.Radea.Am vrut sa ii cumpar ceva sa manance.A inceput sa rada, zicand ca eu niciodata nu ii voi putea face lui cinste, pt ca eu sunt femeie, si doar barbatii fac femeilor cinste si numai gunoaiele accepta bani sau orice altceva ce a costat bani din partea femeilor.&lt;br /&gt;Am stat cu el o ora, in frig, incercand sa il convingem sa nu mai bea, si sa mearga acasa la sotie si copii.Ne spunea ca ii iubeste, da acuma nu vrea sa mearga acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Cand deja era prea tarziu si prea frig, ne-am indreptat spre taxiuri.Viorel(asa il chema) spunea ca isi cere scuze daca ne-a obosit sau ne-a suparat cu ceva.Noi il linisteam ca plecam pentru ca e 4 dimineata si pentru ca e extrem de frig.A intrat in parc, si nu l-am mai vazut.&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa aiba sarbatori fericite si sa nu mai aiba momente de depresie in care sa iasa noaptea pe strazi si sa bea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-612845133735109272?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/612845133735109272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=612845133735109272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/612845133735109272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/612845133735109272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='(:|'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2478505842369016182</id><published>2009-12-15T18:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:50:07.151+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasule!</title><content type='html'>da! esti un las.Nu ma asteptam de la tine...DAR...SE PARE CA ESTI UN LAS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-2478505842369016182?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/2478505842369016182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=2478505842369016182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2478505842369016182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2478505842369016182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/lasule.html' title='Lasule!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-5873727816176709153</id><published>2009-12-13T18:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:48:44.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Imi place testele de personalitate...cu toate ca niciodata nu aflu nimic nou despre mine.Intotdeauna cand primesc rezultatele imi spun "stiam chestia asta".&lt;br /&gt;Chiar vorbeam cu psiholoaga de la scoala...careia ii spuneam aceeasi chestie.Ii povesteam de ce nu are rost sa ma duc la orele ei de orientare in cariera.Nu mi-a spus nimic nou din ceea ce stiam eu despre mine.Intrebarea mea era daca e ceva in neregula cu testele respective sau e ceva in neregula cu mine.Mi-a raspuns ca inseamna ca sunt o norocoasa, pt ca ma cunosc foarte bine /:)  Nu prea imi vine mie sa cred...dar daca ea spune asa...asa o fi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am facut azi un test de personalitate.Uite rezultatu`:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type: "Energetic Doer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. 'Doers' who are focused on immediate results. Living in the here-and-now, they're risk-takers who live fast-paced lifestyles. Impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to their peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers that could fit you include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales representatives, marketers, police, detectives, paramedics, medical technicians, computer technicians, computer technical support, entrepreneurs, comedians, agents, race car drivers, firefighters, military, loan sharks, con men, auditors, carpenters, craft workers, farmers, laborers, service workers, transportation operatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.41q.com/index.41q?a=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-5873727816176709153?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/5873727816176709153/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=5873727816176709153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5873727816176709153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5873727816176709153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1519595316997197187</id><published>2009-12-10T23:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:56:37.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The box with memories</title><content type='html'>De ce uneori iti doresti din tot sufletul sa pui toate amintirile intr-o cutiuta, sa o inchizi...si sa o faci pierduta pe undeva prin casa?De ce de cele mai multe ori cand iti doresti chestia asta...parca cutiuta e mult prea plina,incat nu se poate inchide.Degeaba incerci sa iti lasi toata forta pe ea si sa o inchizi.Nu reusesti.Amintirile sunt mult mai puternice decat iti imaginai.Ele ies din cutiuta in care doreai sa le inchizi si te invaluiesc, jucandu-se cu tine.Acele amintiri te fac uneori sa iti pierzi mintile, cu toate ca esti o persoana extrem de rationala si realista.&lt;br /&gt;Ce faci in momentul respectiv?Disimulezi.Disimularea e cea mai buna arma pe care o poti avea impotriva amintirilor.Zambeste mereu,umple-ti programul in ultimul hal,astfel incat sa nu le dai ocazia amintirilor sa te cuprinda.Acestea te ataca doar ca esti singur.Amintirile latente reusesc mereu sa iti futa chiar si ziua ce pare perfecta.Dar, cine te opreste sa iti faci ziua atat de bine incadrata in "perfectiune" incat nici chiar ele sa nu ti-o poata strica? Nimeni nu te opreste! Do what makes you happy!Zambeste in fiecare dimineata.E de-a dreptu funny sa iti vezi muianu adormit zambindu-ti din oglinda :))Parca iti face ziua mai vesela.Nu lasa micile bucurii ale vietii sa treaca pe langa tine, fara ca tu sa le observi.&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste in fieare seara inainte de a-ti inchide ochisorii.Gandeste-te la ceva frumos,ureaza noapte buna stelelor si lunii,dupa care lasa-te furat de mos Ene.&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre cutiuta cu amintiri....nu-ti face prea mari griji.Cu timpul vei gasi o cutiuta si mai mare in care sa incapa toate amintirile respective.Ba chiar mai mult: unele amintiri nesemnificative se vor pierde prin cutie.Vor fi de negasit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1519595316997197187?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4316388654535192204</id><published>2009-12-06T15:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:10:10.604+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taio Cruz-Forever Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p6s4RY1VKsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/p6s4RY1VKsU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we say go?&lt;br /&gt;Should we say stay?&lt;br /&gt;Do we stand tall?&lt;br /&gt;Or do we fade away?&lt;br /&gt;Do we keep on?&lt;br /&gt;Or Do we fall down?&lt;br /&gt;I won't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I won't say that now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4316388654535192204?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4316388654535192204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4316388654535192204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4316388654535192204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4316388654535192204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/taio-cruz-forever-love.html' title='Taio Cruz-Forever Love'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3138958584090654201</id><published>2009-12-06T14:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:34:01.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania vazuta printr-un geam!</title><content type='html'>Eram  zilele trecute in Kado, pe Alexsandri.Trebuia sa ne intalnim cu totii sa punem la punct detaliile despre Rev.Stand si asteptandu-i pe ceilalti....ce-mi vad ochii?!?!&lt;br /&gt;O mamica cu 3 fetite.Doua dintre ele aveau in jur de 10 ani (-+ 1,2) iar una din ele era mai mica, avand in jur de 5 ani.Nu erau de etnie rroma sau ceva in genu.Era o familie tipica de romani.Cel putin asa pareau.Chiar in fata localului, printre masini, mama dezbraca copila cea mai mica si o pune in pozitie de urinare.Cum dracu sa iti pui copilu sa faca shushu in centru orasului...pe una din cele mai populate strazi, in weekend in fata unui local?! Cum?!Ce era greu sa intre cu copila in local,sa o duca la toaleta?!&lt;br /&gt;Si nu...nu asta e cel mai grav lucru.Nu se termina totul asa frumos.Daca e sa fie, apoi sa fie din plin....doar nu ne jucam cu jumatati de masura :))&lt;br /&gt;Copila se ridica,si vine in mijlocul strazii, prezentandu-si "mamaruta" tuturor care treceau.La un moment dat, se pune "capra" si o astepta pe mama sa scoata servetelu` sa o stearga la fund.De precizat de ca lumea trecea pe strada in momentul respectiv.Sterge mama odrasla la fund, dupa care o imbraca.&lt;br /&gt;Mai scoate un servetel din pachet.Deja aveam un semn de intrebare maaaare deasupra capului.Vad ca se indreapta spre "buda" impovizata, se apleaca, si cu doua servetele ridica excrementele copilei si le arunca in pubela de langa.Asa ceeeevaaa nu am crezut ca voi vedea in viata mea! Cum dracu` sa iti pui copila isi faca nevoile fiziologice pe strada cand la jumate de mentru era usa de la local?!&lt;br /&gt;Unde dracu traim? Nici rromi nu fac asa ceva! Si m-am saturat de scuza "e copil".Si ce? Daca e copil inseamna ca trebuie sa il inveti sa fie taran de mic?Ce mama dracului?!&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb daca asa fac si acasa?!Daca ii trebuie copilei la baie face pe la colturi in loc sa se deplaseze inspre toaleta?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3138958584090654201?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3138958584090654201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3138958584090654201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3138958584090654201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3138958584090654201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/romania-vazuta-printr-un-geam.html' title='Romania vazuta printr-un geam!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-8661789077525458727</id><published>2009-12-06T14:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:20:43.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleaga!</title><content type='html'>E rau sa fi aiurita.Sunt eu aiurita si cu capu` in nori de muulte ori,dar de data asta nu aiureala mea a fost problema.Afara ploua.Era inturneric.Eram pe Alecsandri.Bordura..normal ca era din aia veche, piatra lucioasa.Si inclinata pe deasupra.Normal de eu eram pe tocuri ca o piti care se respecta :)) Si la fel de normal era sa se intampla ceva actiune interesanta in decorul propice de mai sus.NORMAL ca mi-a alunecat tocu pe piatra vietii si m-am tot dus :))...pana am dat de pamant de-a binelea.Mi-am belit putin genunchiu drept, mi-am rupt blugii..ce sa mai...am fost breaza :))&lt;br /&gt;Si ceva normal ca acum numai cu genunchiu drept pot sa ma lovesc de orice apuc! &lt;br /&gt;Nu exista zi in care sa nu ma loveasa cineva in genunchiul bushit sau sa dau eu in ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! norocul meu  a fost ca pe langa faptul ca era seara si intuneric, in momentul respectiv nu era nimeni prin zona(eram in partea aia intunecata dinspre parcul 1 Decembrie) sa ma vada pe jos :))&lt;br /&gt;Noroc cu Sime care m-a ridicat.De abia cand m-a intrebat "esti bine?" am realizat ca eu tocmai cazusem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8661789077525458727?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8661789077525458727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8661789077525458727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8661789077525458727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8661789077525458727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/bleaga.html' title='Bleaga!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-44348475863946005</id><published>2009-12-03T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:23:58.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SFAT!</title><content type='html'>Va dau un sfat de care sper sa tineti cont! Nu circulati noaptea cu masinile in zone nepopulate cum ar fi Paleu sau Saldabagiu.Pe bune.E periculos sa mergi cu masina noaptea pe acolo.Mai bine mergeti in Felix, in 1 Mai, in centru orasului sau stati mamii dracului acasa...asa cum trebuia sa stau si eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-44348475863946005?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/44348475863946005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=44348475863946005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/44348475863946005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/44348475863946005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/12/sfat.html' title='SFAT!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-8682696017678482974</id><published>2009-11-29T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:04:15.175+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dido-White flag</title><content type='html'>song that fits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAsP_77Y_xU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/YAsP_77Y_xU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,&lt;br /&gt;Or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it&lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder&lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and&lt;br /&gt;destruction to come back again&lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over"&lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure that that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will&lt;br /&gt;All that was there&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass&lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;And you will think&lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender&lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...you`ll never know that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8682696017678482974?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8682696017678482974/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8682696017678482974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8682696017678482974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8682696017678482974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/dido-white-flag.html' title='Dido-White flag'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7951323253515656135</id><published>2009-11-21T14:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:04:41.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gata balu`!</title><content type='html'>Nu`mi vine sa cred ca totul s-a terminat. Acum cateva zile asteptam cu totii sa se termine odata.Ne-am razgandit.Vrem iarasi bal!&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi vine sa cred ca s-au terminat orele interminabile de stat in consiliul elevilor, repetitiile din sala festiva,nervii profesorilor ca nu mergem la ore,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, a fost un bal de care suntem multumiti,am avut boboci frumosi si talentati, toti fiind pentru niste niste invingatori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7951323253515656135?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7951323253515656135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7951323253515656135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7951323253515656135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7951323253515656135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/gata-balu.html' title='Gata balu`!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1663693890079461490</id><published>2009-11-18T19:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:33:45.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama masii de recunostinta!</title><content type='html'>Nu suport oamenii care n`au recunostinta pentru ceea ce faci pentru ei.&lt;br /&gt;Adica stam la scoala inclusiv sambata si duminica...si nimeni nu apreciaza chestia asta! Da ce mama naibii?! O fac pentru mine?! O facem pentru noi?!&lt;br /&gt;Am avea o gramada de alte chestii muuult mai bune de facut.Dar suntem oameni ce ne pretindem seriosi...si e normal sa face o treaba serioasa.Pentru asta avem nevoie de timp.Iar unii...nici macar nu tin cont de chestia asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt pe vremea raposatului Ceasca`.Numai atunci se intamplau chestii de genu.&lt;br /&gt;Din moment ce spui "ma bazez pe tine"...inseamna ca lasi totul in seama acelei persoane pentru ca ai incredere in ea.Inseamna ca persoana respectiva se va ocupa de tot...iar tu vei vedea rezultatul final..care poate sa te satisfaca...sau nu.Atunci de ce mama dracului nu ma lasi sa fac lucurile asa cum stiu eu...si de abia dupaia sa imi dai in cap daca o dau in bara sau sa ma pupi in frunte daca iese bine?!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt extrem de nervoasa in momentul asta.Azi a fost o zi oficial fututa.Prea multe chestii s-au adunat care sa imi rapuna moralul.Eh!Dar nu`i nimic!Sunt fata descurcareata si o scot eu cumva la lumina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa se termine totuuuuu!! Repedeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1663693890079461490?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1663693890079461490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1663693890079461490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1663693890079461490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1663693890079461490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/mama-masii-de-recunostinta.html' title='Mama masii de recunostinta!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4793724955968078265</id><published>2009-11-18T00:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:28:12.094+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ca...pitong!</title><content type='html'>Eram azi in consiliu,si, avand net ne-am pus pe cautat pe youtube filmulete hazlii.&lt;br /&gt;Dintre toate ce erau noi pentru mine...unul m-a facut sa rad cu lacrimi efectiv(cine cunoaste, stie de ce).&lt;br /&gt;Tipul din video este mort de drogat :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUs0Urxh4p8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/rUs0Urxh4p8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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/7595719957705759540-4793724955968078265?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4793724955968078265/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4793724955968078265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4793724955968078265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4793724955968078265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/pentru-capitong.html' title='pentru ca...pitong!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1809801842892504209</id><published>2009-11-17T19:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:21:40.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could....</title><content type='html'>Numeste-ma demon daca ai varsat o lacrima din cauza mea!Inca mai visez cu ochii deschisi  si vreau sa ne fie bine.Din pacate, simt ca nu te mai pot tine legat de mine.Si te-nteleg.Cel putin...incerc.Nu poti tine langa tine ceva ce nu vrea sa stea,sau ce nu-ti apartine.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te-ai saturat s-auzi mereu "imi pare rau n`am sa mai fac".Au fost prea multe,sunt constienta de chestia asta.You can put the blame on me this time.&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta sunt si probabil asa o sa fiu si peste ani,dupa cum ai spus-o chiar tu.Schimbarea va veni de la sine,pentru ca tine de maturizare.Da...sunt o imatura ce are momente in care gandeste putin peste varsta ei.Mi-e frica de faptu ca va fi...mult prea tarziu cand voi deveni ceea ce vrei tu...ceea ce ai vazut tu la inceput in mine.&lt;br /&gt;Mai stii tot ce ne-a legat in momentele alea cand simteam ca nimic nu poate merge rau?Ce simplu parea totul la inceput.M-ai invatat sa am incredere in mine.Tu de ce nu mai ai?Stiu ca toate chestiile prin care am trecut te-au facut sa iti pierzi din avant, din aripi. &lt;br /&gt;De ce destinul a decis sa ne-ntalnim si apoi, ne-a ucis fiecare vis facandu-ne sa suferim?!&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi uita niciodata cuvintele ce imi faceau inima sa mi se opreasca in loc si imi dadeau fluturi in stomac.Ti-am jurat ceva...si ma voi tine de juramant!Indiferent ce vom vorbi in urmatoarele 10 min.....ce ti-am jurat ramane valabil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1809801842892504209?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1809801842892504209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1809801842892504209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1809801842892504209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1809801842892504209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wish-i-could.html' title='I wish I could....'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3813560703878293764</id><published>2009-11-16T21:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:03:15.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania, gen...</title><content type='html'>Azi am fost la prima ora la engleza pentru ca trebuia sa imi dau si eu testul pe care trebuia sa il dau acum vreo 2 saptamani. Pana sa ne aduca subiectele din sala profesorala...ne-am amintit de emisiunea de pe Mtv "Romania,gen...". In mod normal, dupa cum ne sta in fire, ne-am pus sa fredonam melodiile ce ne-au marcat intr-o oarecare masura copilaria :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, chestia asta mie mi se intampla des(faptul ca ma apuca mania melodiilor vechi).In vara eram cu niste prieteni in masina...si tring tring! Idee! Raul avea telefon melodii extrem de vechi...gen ...colectia anilor `90-`00 :)).Si faceam concurs.Cineva punea o melodie, iar ceilalti trebuiau sa ghiceasca interpretul si melodia.E mai greu decat pare :)) e a dracu` de stresant cand stii melodia, stii versurile dar nu-ti amintesti cum se numeste sau cine o canta.Am ras bine seara aia :D :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineri seara ne-am strans cativa si am mers pana la Ciuperca.Vali are un cd`u cu muzica veche pe care ne-am pus sa il ascultam si "sa-l cantam" inclusiv cand am ajuns la Ciuperca si degeram toti de frig in varful dealului.Neesential :))&lt;br /&gt;Am cuprins in repertoriu tot felul de melodii....incepand cu "Goanga" si terminand cu "Eram doi copii ce aveau...o portocalaaaa....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele astea am avut mult de lucru cu balul si de oboseala incepeam sa cantam ce ne apuca.Desigur...nu a lipsit Fara Zahar :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, la mate, Mala nu se putea abtine si canta.In drum spre casa imi canta melodiile de la Fara Zahar pe care le stia pederost :)))&lt;br /&gt;Ajung acasa si imi da Sime linku` de la o melodie de-a celor de la Fara Zahar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce se intampla oameni buni? O luam toti razna? :))))&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsit de saptamana&lt;br /&gt;Nebunii se aduna&lt;br /&gt;Si pleaca toti&lt;br /&gt;Cu mine in fruntea lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am mai trecut -acasa&lt;br /&gt;Dar noua nu ne pasa de nimic&lt;br /&gt;Suntem un pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Suntem razna&lt;br /&gt;Petrecem de nebuni&lt;br /&gt;De vineri pana luni&lt;br /&gt;Nu nu nu nu&lt;br /&gt;Nu ne pasa&lt;br /&gt;Cat urla muzica&lt;br /&gt;De-aici nu vom pleca  (in amintirea zilelor apuse ;x )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3813560703878293764?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3813560703878293764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3813560703878293764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3813560703878293764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3813560703878293764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/romania-gen.html' title='Romania, gen...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-167881963730787680</id><published>2009-11-10T22:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:43:49.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strica chef!</title><content type='html'>Asa nu-mi plac oamenii ce spun cu jumate de gura "...da..." cand defapt e clar ca e "NU!"&lt;br /&gt;Ori ma lasi,ori nu ma lasi! E simplu! Nu ma lua cu tot felul de texte...ca ma faci sa regret ca am avut bunul simt sa vin sa cer voie, cand puteam sa o fac fara sa iti spun....nu crezi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chifla!!!!!(cine cunoaste...stie!) :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-167881963730787680?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/167881963730787680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=167881963730787680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/167881963730787680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/167881963730787680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/strica-chef.html' title='Strica chef!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4745806155960735253</id><published>2009-11-10T22:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:39:49.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Riscul meseriei :))</title><content type='html'>Era sa mor azi.Pe bune.Era sa imi pice ceva de fier in cap :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa o luam cu inceputul.Nu am stat azi la ora de romana.Am preferat sa merg in Venetia cu Vlad.Normal ca Cipri, portarul, cu toate ca ne stie de 3 ani jumate se trage pe fese.Nu ne lasa sa iesim in pauze sub pretextul ca "ne vad camerele" ori ca "daca va las pe voi trebuie sa ii las pe toti".&lt;br /&gt;Noroc cu Mihnea ce ne spune ca intrarea elevilor e deschisa.(De precizat este faptul ca intrarea elevilor nu e functionala pentru ca se fac reparatii in zona aia si nu prea poti trece de schele).Vlad se sperie putin cand vede schelele,dar eu, maaaare curajoasa o iau in fata.Trecem pe langa muncitorii care se uitau la noi ca la felul 13...nestiind de unde mama naibii am aparut si noi printre schele :)).&lt;br /&gt;Normal, fericiti amandoi ca am evadat din Bastilia ne indreptam spre Venetia.Dintr-o data aud un taranesc "GRIJIII!" si ma trezesc cu ceva bucata de fier peste umar.Am ramas socata timp de cateva secunde,dupa care am plecat de acolo cat de repede am putut, pana nu`mi pica toata cladirea in cap.&lt;br /&gt;Important e ca am iesit din scoala :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4745806155960735253?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4745806155960735253/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4745806155960735253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4745806155960735253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4745806155960735253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/riscul-meseriei.html' title='Riscul meseriei :))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-725392284487996713</id><published>2009-11-08T01:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:53:53.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e de`ajuns sa`mi amintesc cum era in anii de liceu...</title><content type='html'>Deja incep sa ma gandesc cat de naspa va fi fara colegii mei.Ma ingrozeste gandul ca mai avem de petrecut impreuna inca un semestru si un pic.E prea frumoasa viata din liceu.Imi va fi extrem de dor de ea! :-&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se termine clasa a 12a! Vreau sa opresc timpul in loc exact acum!&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se scurga timpul printre limbile ceasului ce nu spun nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se scurga vremea printre zilele calendarului ce se repeta, dar nu sunt niciodata la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se termine clipele in care stam la cafea dimineata in loc sa mergem la ore, ori momentele in care inventam texte puerile pe care nici noi nu le credem pentru a scapa de la ora.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa treaca pauzele cu tigari fumate pe jumatate pentru ca vine ceva profesor in razie pe la chios.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se termine clipele in care infundam toaleta cu chistoace de tigari,cum nu`mi doresc nici sa se duca emotiile pe care le ai inainte de un extemporal unde nu stii nimic,cu toate ca ar trebui sa stii destule pentru a nu ramane pe vara. &lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se termine orele de istorie la care nu ma duc niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa nu mai pot dormi cu capul pe caiet in orele in care imi pica ochii in gura de somn datorita noptii nedormite de dinainte.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se sfarseasca toate planurile de evadare din scoala pe care ni le facem cand simtim ca turbam daca mai stam o ora.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa se termina momentele in care radem ca niste apucati datorita oboselii si nechefului de ore.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa isi gaseasca sfarsitul o gramada de chestii,ce mi-ar lua ore intregi sa le scriu, si chiar si asa nu le-as putea scrie pe toate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_PQ1AMjkgDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/_PQ1AMjkgDw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu un loc in care pot sa visez oricat mi`ar fi de greu...mi`e de`ajuns sa`mi amintesc...cum era in anii de liceu! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-725392284487996713?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/725392284487996713/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=725392284487996713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/725392284487996713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/725392284487996713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-do-all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='e de`ajuns sa`mi amintesc cum era in anii de liceu...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4774707140599032335</id><published>2009-11-08T01:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:08:17.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor :(</title><content type='html'>Am dat zilele trecute de albumul foto din clasa a 8-a.Mi-e dor de fostii colegi.Cu unii am pastrat legatura, cu altii nu.Cert e ca ne salutam  cand ne vedem pe strada.Din pacate, in ultima vreme, nici macar din intamplare nu ne mai intalnim.Ne-am vazut prin vara la un suc...la o tentativa de reuniune a clasei.E clar ca niciodata nu ii vom putea strange pe toti...dar ma bucur ca ne-am strans in jur de 15.A fost dragut.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de...&lt;br /&gt;    momentele in  care ne jucam cu baloanele umplute cu apa prin clasa.cu toate ca a iesit urat cand a vazut doamna diriginta :))&lt;br /&gt;    orele de biologie unde puteam sa invat cat de mult vroiam, ca nu luam nota mai mare de 7a, pentru simplul fapt ca nu ma avea la suflet&lt;br /&gt;    orele de engleza unde imi dadea dira cate un 4 cu fiecare ocazie pe care o avea&lt;br /&gt;    orele de romana unda faceam schimb de locuri cu colga de banca, in timpul testelor.Ne imparteam de dinainte comentariile pe care le aveam de invatat,iar in timpul testelor, in caz de nevoie, faceam schimb de locuri&lt;br /&gt;    bataile cu zapada din curtea scolii.nu conta ca raceam! traiam momentul respectiv cat de mult puteam.&lt;br /&gt;    peretele vopsit de noi.Am muncit la el toti si a iesit super tare!&lt;br /&gt;    orele in care copiam fara jena cu caietul deschis pe banca,multumita colegului din fata mea de care nu se vedea caietu ( nu ma vedeam nici eu, ce sa mai spun de caiet :))  )&lt;br /&gt;    toate prostiile si copilariile pe care le faceam in momentele alea.e clar ca nu se vor mai repeta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta vreau sa merg NEAPARAT in vizita la scoala generala.Vreau sa revad clasa, peretele, geamurile ce se spargeau din saptamana in saptamana,parchetul umflat de apa ce plutea in clasa cand ne bateam cu baloane cu apa,etc.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a trezit o gramada de amintiti placute rasfoirea albumului, dar sunt mult prea multe de spus in putinele astea randuri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4774707140599032335?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4774707140599032335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4774707140599032335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4774707140599032335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4774707140599032335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/dor.html' title='Dor :('/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1123722141718651157</id><published>2009-11-07T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:12:09.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Organizareeeeaaa!</title><content type='html'>In ultima vreme pot spune ca s-a depus o munca asiuda in ceea ce priveste Balul Bobocilor. Ne-am papat timpul liber,nervii,etc. pentru balul asta.&lt;br /&gt;E clar ca trebuie sa iasa cel mai tare! Muncim prea mult la el ca sa nu fie asa, cu toate ca unii sunt extrem de pesimisti si merg pe ideea ca va fi un bal de toata jena! Imi pare rau sa va dezamagim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele astea va voi da mai multe detalii despre bal.Vor aparea in curand inclusiv afisele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa incantata sunt! ;x;x;x :D:D :):) :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1123722141718651157?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1123722141718651157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1123722141718651157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1123722141718651157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1123722141718651157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/organizareeeeaaa.html' title='Organizareeeeaaa!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2429644116179287189</id><published>2009-11-06T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:11:33.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Cand am afirmat ca sunt o ciudata...sa stiti ca a fost pe bune.Azi inca odata mi-am dat seama de chestia asta.Defapt...mi-am confirmat inca odata,ca de dat seama mi-am dat demult.&lt;br /&gt;De ce atunci cand cineva raneste o persoana la care eu tin...acel cineva e un zero barat in ochii mei? Mie nu mi-a facut nimic....dar ma afecteaza sa vad ca a facut rau cuiva la care tin.Stiu ca nu e un motiv plauzibil...dar...asa sunt eu.Call me Freak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-2429644116179287189?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/2429644116179287189/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=2429644116179287189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2429644116179287189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2429644116179287189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7315361597234573191</id><published>2009-11-01T23:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:11:40.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri din copilarie ;x</title><content type='html'>Cati dintre voi ati ascultat Pasarea Colibri?&lt;br /&gt;Azi eram in masina, in drum spre casa si ma plimbam pe posturile de radio.Si ia ghici de ce melodie dau? Pasarea Colibri- Pisica neagra.&lt;br /&gt;Bunicul m-a invatat melodia aia cand eram micuta.Si asa mult imi placeaaaa...intr-una o cantam.La fel s-a intamplat cu o gramada de melodii de la Phoenix si alte formatii ce intr-adevar CANTAU.&lt;br /&gt;Asa dor mi s-a facut de melodiile respective, incat m-am pus sa caut printre cd`uri...cd`ul cu Phoenix si Pasarea Colibri ;x&lt;br /&gt;Asa bine ma simt acum ;;);;);;) &lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce...dar am impresia ca mania asta ma va tine ceva vreme buna.Daca e asa, promit sa revin cu melodiile preferate ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPECT PASAREA COLIBRI &amp; PHOENIX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7315361597234573191?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7315361597234573191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7315361597234573191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7315361597234573191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7315361597234573191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/11/amintiri-din-copilarie-x.html' title='amintiri din copilarie ;x'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-608439455652616009</id><published>2009-10-24T13:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:15:21.715+03:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ridic cuvantul ,impacat cu gandul ca tuturor ne vine pana la urma randul!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Asteapta`te sa iti vina si tie cand ti-e lumea mai draga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-608439455652616009?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/608439455652616009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=608439455652616009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/608439455652616009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/608439455652616009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='!!!!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7386135516033487202</id><published>2009-10-22T17:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:18:29.967+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O dezamagire nu vine niciodata singura...nu?</title><content type='html'>Nu ajunge ca de ieri incoace am avut o stare de toata jena.Nuuu...de ce ar ajunge? Azi trebuia sa aud niste chestii ce nu credeam ca le voi auzi niciodata.Cum frate sa vorbesti asa cu mine? Cum iti permiti? Tu m-ai crescut? Tu m-ai aducat de iti permiti sa imi adresezi asemenea cuvinte.Ti-ai cam luat lumea in cap,vad.Nu ma cobor la nivelul acela josnic de a ma lua la replici de genu` cu tine.Te credeam mai calculat si mai finut in vorbe.In fine.Trecem peste asta pentru ca a ajuns sa nu-mi mai pese.In fata mea ti-ai dat examenul.Si ghici ce?! L-ai picat,oricat ai incerca sa scoti in evidenta ca eu sunt de vina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca azi am inceput ziua naspa...normal ca trebuie sa o continui cu vesti naspa. Unii paraciosi mergi si se plang in stanga si in dreapta.Altii dau cu papagalu ca nu le e lor bine.Pai cum sta treaba asta?!&lt;br /&gt;In primul si primul rand...noi sunt acolo SA VA AJUTAM.Si voi...ce faceti?Nu-i nimic.Eu nu uit.Vei avea nevoie de mine si ma voi ocupa ca toate sa fie asa cum meriti.Nu-ti face griji.Lasa totul in seama mea.Tu esti constient ca daca eu vreau...tu iesi din grafic? Ops...cred ca asta ti-a scapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ceea ce va priveste pe dumneavoastra,nu ma asteptam sa fiti atat de slaba.De ce renuntati asa? Imi cer scuze daca v-am suparat.Defapt...chiar v-am suparat.Nu asta era intentia mea.Probabil eram si eu nervoasa si am fost mai ...acida in intrebari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what a bad day looks like!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!! Nervi &amp; draci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7386135516033487202?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7386135516033487202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7386135516033487202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7386135516033487202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7386135516033487202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-dezamagire-nu-vine-niciodata.html' title='O dezamagire nu vine niciodata singura...nu?'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6488126687002139431</id><published>2009-10-22T10:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:39:28.308+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqRmi1284zY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/cqRmi1284zY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricat ai incerca nu imi poate fi la fel&lt;br /&gt;Spui mereu 'E de vina el'&lt;br /&gt;Oricat ai incerca nu poate fi cum era&lt;br /&gt;Spui mereu, mereu, 'E de vina ea'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce faci cand trebuie sa pleci de langa el cand totul era la start&lt;br /&gt;De ce te prefaci ca nu-l placi cand lacrimile nu ti s-au uscat pe fard ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce te ascunzi, ca mai rau te afunzi intre 4 pereti sa inveti&lt;br /&gt;Crezi ca-ti imaginezi, ca pe lume nu mai sunt deloc baieti&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai sunt, seara mai cant, ca stai degeaba in casa&lt;br /&gt;Crezand ca e valabil la toti, ca numai de sex le pasa&lt;br /&gt;Si plangi dar daca poti lasa-l cand sunt atatea stele&lt;br /&gt;(Si cand te uiti prin geam il vezi pe el in ele...)&lt;br /&gt;Cere prea mult acela care vrea ca 2 in 1 sa fii cu acela care tii&lt;br /&gt;Dar fii in fatza ta, iar v-ati privi prin ochii mintii&lt;br /&gt;Iar daca n-ai mai gresi, daca n-ai mai lua totul in gluma&lt;br /&gt;Poate candva veti ajunge ca Ying si Yang, mana de mana&lt;br /&gt;Ca poate sa-l mai auzi o data ai vrea, te-ndrepti spre telefon&lt;br /&gt;Si vocea lui cand iti spune 'Alo' te lasa fara de ton&lt;br /&gt;La ceasul cand altii dorm tu revii si memorii-s inca vii&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, impaca-te cu el cat inca nu e prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In oras mi-ai spus, 'te iubesc' primul&lt;br /&gt;Dupa care sigur ti s-a rupt filmul&lt;br /&gt;A fost prematur, (regreti acum)&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i nimic, fii tu, oferi totul&lt;br /&gt;Dar fii sigur ca mereu va fi un altul&lt;br /&gt;Oricum fara ea nu mai e nici un atu&lt;br /&gt;Hai sun-o tu, spune-i ca ti-e gol sufletu'&lt;br /&gt;Ca atunci cand a plecat a luat cu ea totu'&lt;br /&gt;Si ca ai incercat sa-ti umpli viata cu ceva tot tu&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai gandi cine, cum a gresit&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai gandi cine a plans cand celalalt a zambit&lt;br /&gt;Cine a avut credit, cine a avut merit mai mult, mai mult, &lt;br /&gt;Evita, ezita sa crezi ca viata e trista&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lucruri frumoase intre voi ce stau inca pe lista&lt;br /&gt;Persista, rezista si insista sa crezi (sa crezi...)&lt;br /&gt;Ca are suflet pentru tine si asta nu poti sa o vezi&lt;br /&gt;Poate luceafarul din ea nu are scara sa coboare&lt;br /&gt;Dar sageata lui Cupidon inca doare&lt;br /&gt;Separarea in departare lasa sufletul pustiu, stiu&lt;br /&gt;Impaca-te cu ea cat inca nu e prea tarziu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6488126687002139431?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6488126687002139431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6488126687002139431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6488126687002139431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6488126687002139431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/10/oricat-ai-incerca-nu-imi-poate-fi-la.html' title=''/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3858353077222571657</id><published>2009-10-17T11:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:19:09.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) in ultima vreme nu stiu ce s-a intamplat cu tine.parca n-ai mai fi tu.parca eu nu mai repezint acel ceva ce reprezentam odata.nu incerca sa intorci ce am spus eu in favoarea ta zicand ca asa o fi la mine.Nu e deloc asa.&lt;br /&gt;2) Rutina din relatia noastra e relatarea celor facute in ziua respectiva.chestiile plictisitoare gen "am fost si am venit".Niciun subiect in afara de asta.Waw.&lt;br /&gt;3) Am ajuns sa ma obisnuiesc cu tine,cu glumele tale,si trec peste ele cum pot.Sunt curioasa daca tu ai trece peste glumele mele.Mereu tu le iei extrem de urat si te superi si ajungem sa ne certam.Tu nu poti accepta cand eu glumesc...in schimb eu trebuie sa defilez cu asta...nu?&lt;br /&gt;4)Nu ai aproape deloc incrdere in mine.Ai ajuns sa te indoiesti ca as fi unde spun ca sunt.Acum sa fac si eu ca tine? Sa iti spun ca deaia te indoiesti si ai impresia ca nu as fi acasa pentru ca si tu faci la fel? Ah! Am uitat! Tu ai si facut-o deja.Si atunci te-ai suparat pe mine.Tot tu ai fost victima...si eu aia nesimtita.&lt;br /&gt;5)Daca nu ma mai vrei langa tine...de ce mama draq nu imi dai un shut in fund si ma trimiti de unde am venit? &lt;br /&gt;6) Aseara te-am sunat si ti-am trimis mesaj.Stai linistit...nu sunt ca fosta ta prietena...care incep sa cred ca nu facea atat de mult pe disperata...cat ii dadeai tu apa la moara.Dar asta nu mai conteaza.Revin.Nici macar nu ai bine voit sa imi raspunzi la mesaj.Ajungea si un simplu " vorbim poimarti"...si intelegeam.Nu`i nimic.Stii tu vorba aia...opusul iubirii nu e ura...ci indiferenta.Aia doare mai tare.Multumesc pentru toata indiferenta care mi-o arati. Ti-o doresc inzecit.&lt;br /&gt;7) Cateodata stau si ma intreb ce am vazut la tine.De ce m-am atasat asa de tine? De ce m-am schimbat atat de mult.Nu ma mai recunosc.Unde e Moni cu inima de piatra ce nu lasa pe nimeni sa`i patrunda in corasonel? Ai luat-o.Ai adus alta.Una sensibila.Una cu sentimente frumoase,sincere si gata de a fi daruite.Stii ce? That old me is dead and gone! Gata cu simpatica Moni. Moni revine la persoana aia dura...pe care probabil n-ai fi vrut sa o cunosti.&lt;br /&gt;8)Ai incercat vreodata sa te pui in locul unei fete? Nu neaparat la meu sau al lui Y.Al unei fete in general.Ai vazut ce nesimtiti pot fi baietii?Sau nu ai vrut sa vezi?! De ce nu incerci sa te schimbi ...macar in raport cu mine.De ce nu incerci sa lasi deoparte glumele care STII ca ma rasnesc.Chiar tu remarci ca sunt "jignitoare" si tot le faci.Ei bine...sper ...chiar SPER sa ma ai ocazia sa le faci.La cum decurg lucuruile(tu nu mai vorbesti cu mine) ...ma cam indoiesc ca vom ajunge vreodata sa glumim.&lt;br /&gt;9)N-am uitat de promisiunea pe care ti-am facut-o.ti-am promis ca ramanem amici dupa ce ne despartim.In concluzie vei avea ocazia sa mai glumesti cu mine...dar probabil nu iti vei permite atat de multe cum o faci acum.Acum iti permiti o gramada de chestii sub pretextul sinceritatii.Stii ce? Ma fut in sinceritatea ta daca este genul asta de sinbceritate.Asteptam de la tine sinceritatea faptelor si sentimentelor...nicidecum a rautatilor.Stiu si eu sa fiu rautacioasa.Nu iti imaginezi cat de acida si rautacioasa pot fi.Doar ca eu nu vreau sa jignesc persoana la care tin.Vad ca la tine...nu e la fel.&lt;br /&gt;10) De ce faci lucrurile astfel incat sa ma superi? De ce te pui pe tine pe primul loc ca dupaia sa imi spui ca eu ma autovictimizez?Nu ti se pare cam aiurea treaba asta?&lt;br /&gt;11) Unde sunt sentimentele tale acum?La plimbare cu colegele? Bitch!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3858353077222571657?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3858353077222571657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3858353077222571657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3858353077222571657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3858353077222571657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-in-ultima-vreme-nu-stiu-ce-s.html' title=''/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3090819511598525097</id><published>2009-10-15T21:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:06:33.161+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu?Zdreanta!</title><content type='html'>Da!Zdreanta!&lt;br /&gt;Inteleg ca suferi de menopauza.Toate femeile de varsta ta trec prin faze de genu`...doar ca nu te manifesti prea tare.&lt;br /&gt;De ce ai impresia ca lumea te place? Lumea nu te suporta! Aparentele inseala.Tu ar trebui sa stii chestia asta cel mai bine.Persoanele care iti zambesc frumos te injura cum intorci privirea.Si tu,naivo, ii crezi.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi,poate gresesc cand spun ca esti naiva.Senila ar merge mai bine.Da.Senila.Uiti de la mana pana la gura.Uiti cat de perves poate fi omul.Te credeam inteligenta si puternica.Mi-ai demonstrat contrariul.Esti slaba.Extrem de slaba.Esti cainele care latra si nu musca.Tu ai impresia ca traiesti in basmele cu printi si printese? Te inseli draga mea...esti departe de ele.Imi pare rau sa iti spun eu asta.Eu...care ar trebui sa stiu despre ele de la tine.Tu...tu nu ma inveti nimic.Tu nu stii sa induci valori nimanui.Tu esti o non`valoare ce se pretinde a fi ...priceless.Esti pe departe,printeso...&lt;br /&gt;Un om inteligent nu amenita.Un om inteligent tace si face.Tu...nu mai ai cuvant in fata mea.Nu mai ai omenie.Tu nu mai contezi pe sprijinul meu. Eram printre putinii...stii chestia asta mult prea bine.M-ai pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;Tu chiar nu vezi ca nimeni nu te mai vrea prin preajma? De 3 ani incoace esti mintita de toti...naivo :)) Te joaca astia pe degete dupa bunul lor plac.Mai bine statea frumos pe fundicul tau si nu te aventurai in jungla de asfalt de pe la noi.La tine era comunismul in floare.Faceai ce vroiai fara sa ti se spune sau refuze nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Draga mea....aici joci dupa cum canta altii.Get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu m-ai invatat ceva : Fa-te frate cu dracu pana ce treci podu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vezi ce studiincioasa sunt?Am tinut cont de ceea ce m-ati invatat si am pus in practica cu prina ocazie ce mi`a iesit in cale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca nu te-ai suparat pe mine,domnisoaro!Pe strada...nu ma saluta.Ma voi face ca nu te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Cu cele mai bune ganduri, &lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Eu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7068425989444195188</id><published>2009-10-15T21:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:56:04.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'>STIU!</title><content type='html'>Stiu ca uneori sunt extrem de dificila&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca uneori sunt a dracului de greu de inteles&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca putina lume ma intelege.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca am momente in care sunt extrem de copilaroasa&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca uneori sunt mult prea calculata &amp; matura.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca am n+1 defecte&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca am putine calitati&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca acele putine calitati pe care le am sunt greu de descoperit&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca pentru mine e important sa imi placa interlocutorul pentru a-mi arata calitatile&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca intr-o zi te vei satura de mine si vrei incerca sa fugi.Te asigur ca nu vei putea.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca daca o vei face...iti va fi extrem de greu.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca uneori ti-ar fi mai bine fara mine.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ti-e greu sa imi accepti ifosele si toanele.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ai vrea sa fiu altfel si in acelasi timp n-ai vrea sa ma schimbi.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu o gramada de oameni ce nu ma agreaza.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu o mana de oameni ce tin la mine si ar veni cu mine pana la capatul lumii daca i-as ruga.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu ma intelegi...nu ai putea oricat ai incerca.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu ma crezi.Nu iti cer sa ma crezi.Crede-te pe tine.Crede-ti inima si judecata.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ma critici pentru anumite chestii.Nu ar trebui&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu-i usor.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca vrei.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca va fi.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca speri.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca poti avea tot ce iti doresti daca stii cum sa alegi.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca stii cum sa alegi.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ti-e frica de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ti-e teama sa recunosti.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te inchizi in tine acum.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu vrei sa vad tot.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu prea multe uneori.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu despre multe si multi.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu despre tot si nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu ma crezi cand zic ca stiu. eu chiar stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ce e inauntru...e bun.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca tot ce apare repede...trece repede.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca tot ce e urat devine frumos cu rabdare si nervi de otel.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ai nervi de otel.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca ai vrea sa stii cu exactitate la ce ma refer in cel putin jumate din ce am scris mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu voi spune niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cine e cu mine si cine nu.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cine merita si cine nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai Stiu ca....&lt;br /&gt;               Who can`t stand me at my worst, doesn`t deserve me at my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cele de mai sus nu sunt legate neaparat de mine sau de o persoana anume.sunt stiu-rile ce-mi vin in cap.sunt chestii de care sunt extrem de sigura.sunt chestii din tot felul de contexte.nu va chinuiti sa intelegeti...nu veti reusi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7068425989444195188?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7068425989444195188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7068425989444195188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7068425989444195188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6499413467659448112</id><published>2009-10-12T22:39:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:02:36.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poze din Muntenegru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOLMH8BBSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YwCv-LxxFVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOLMH8BBSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YwCv-LxxFVQ/s200/IMG_3416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391806219298080034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x;x;x i love this place ;x;x Si nu e modificata poza.Si nici nu e facuta cu nu stiu ce aparat performant :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOI0ZDL2sI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HpXl_gu-XpI/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOI0ZDL2sI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HpXl_gu-XpI/s200/IMG_3470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803612551436994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croaziera in Boka Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOI0FXtgYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mo5jlRzq9m8/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOI0FXtgYI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/mo5jlRzq9m8/s200/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803607268819330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe vaporassss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIzoStG5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZDPHThSvktg/s1600-h/IMG_3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIzoStG5I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZDPHThSvktg/s200/IMG_3255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803599463193490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIWZM6SsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RthXLL0dHiA/s1600-h/IMG_3461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIWZM6SsI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RthXLL0dHiA/s200/IMG_3461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803097196153538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deasupra vaporului :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIWNt6dTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4xb8lKEx0D0/s1600-h/IMG_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIWNt6dTI/AAAAAAAAAP4/4xb8lKEx0D0/s200/IMG_0835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803094113350962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanli Kula Fortress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIVgzISgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/huvb6rMJ7uM/s1600-h/IMG_3583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIVgzISgI/AAAAAAAAAPw/huvb6rMJ7uM/s200/IMG_3583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803082055633410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mogren Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIVEYf-jI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TD8pQBTbttI/s1600-h/IMG_3534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOIVEYf-jI/AAAAAAAAAPo/TD8pQBTbttI/s200/IMG_3534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803074427746866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot Mogren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOH09hvdaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vRDbRTGrnX8/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOH09hvdaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/vRDbRTGrnX8/s200/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391802522831648162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Cave ;x;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOH0U0PGZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fQENkQGD4h8/s1600-h/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOH0U0PGZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fQENkQGD4h8/s200/IMG_3309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391802511903365522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOH0B4oApI/AAAAAAAAAPI/m_Nqp0PCxhk/s1600-h/IMG_3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOH0B4oApI/AAAAAAAAAPI/m_Nqp0PCxhk/s200/IMG_3483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391802506821501586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In barcuta cu motor ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/StOLMH8BBSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/YwCv-LxxFVQ/s72-c/IMG_3416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3131287648378279717</id><published>2009-10-12T22:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:39:08.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonng time no see...</title><content type='html'>Stiu! Am uitat de tine blogultzule :(  I begg your pardon.Promit sa recuperez.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum stii, iubite blog...scriu in tine cand am ft mult chef sau cand sunt cu moralul la pamant.In ultima vreme...nu s-a nimenit sa trec prin niciuna din starile respective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...am fost in Muntenegru..dupa cum spuneam.Am venit inapoi (din fericire nu m-a rapit niciun sarb pe acolo)&lt;br /&gt;1) sarbii sunt barbati frumosi.pe bine.toti inalti,facuti si dulci la muian.Caracterul nu`l comentam pentru ca se stie ca nu sunt oameni tocmai cu sufletul bun.Dar sa nu generalizam ca nu e bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Muntenegru e o tara ce mai are muuult de evoluat.Mizerii peste tot.Nu-mi vine sa cred ca nici macar din fata localurilor nu sunt stranse mizeriile.Cum draq iti astepti tu clientii cu jegu la usa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Preturile foooarte in regula....la nivel de Costinesti in sezon estival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Apa limpede.In unele zone te simti pe Coasta de Azur(low cost of course :)) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)La anu am vorbit deja ca mergem in Muntenegru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Am stat intr-o pensiune la 5 minute de mers pe jos de plaja(5 minute plimbate.alergate pot fi si 2 jumate).Ivo...patronul este un om deschis si simpatic.Orice ai avea nevoie poti apela la el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Muntenegrenii nu suporta romanii.Ne-am gasit masina zgariata si picurata cu ceva vopsea.Mama voastra de bananieri ce sunteti!! Si culmea...Ivo ne-a spus ca si timisorenii ce plecasera inainte cu o zi au patit chestia asta.Aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Am fost o zi in Croaziera prin Boka Bay.Merita! ;x M-am indragostit de locurile alea.Jur ;x Ce putea fi mai perfect decat plaja deasupra vaporului? ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Am inotat in Blue Cave.Aia fiind o pestera cu apa extrem de albastra.E...mirobolant ;x.Inchiriezi o barcuta cu motor ce te duce pana in pestera respectiva...unde sari in apa si inoti.20 de min cat am stat acolo...mi-am petrecut timpul doooar in apa.Era atat de limpede incat vedeai bolovanii de pe fundul marii ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Inca sunt fascinata de apa Turcoaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Am facut cunostinta cu Peter...ce era un sarb ce locuia foooarte aproape de Timisoara.Imi povestea cat de fericit e ca suntem vecini...si sa ii las adresa mea de mail ca poate trece prin Oradea.Peter e un ghid turistic.Nu i-am lasat adresa mea de mail.Nu am considerat ca merita :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Am mers cu mama la un cocktail unde era un barman tare simpatic ;;) ce desigur ca s-a bagat in seama...cu toate ca eram cu mama :)) N-am stiut ca ii dau apa la moara comandand un Safe Sex on the Beach.Imaginatie taaaare bogata avea tipu :)).Mama radea spunandu-mi ca se uita intr-una la mine si ma soarbe din priviri.Ea era convisa ca tipu crede ca am venit cu sora la suc..nicidecum cu mama :)))(am o mama optimista :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Am ajuns la numarul meu preferat.Deci trebuie neaparat sa povestesc aici despre Mogren Beach.E o plaja privata premiata cu Blue Flag pt cea mai limpede apa din lume.Intrarea pe plaja mi se pare ca e 1 euro.Nu e mult deloc.Doar sezlongurile+ umrelele sunt putin mai scumpe decat in celelalte locuri.Ah! si sa nu uitam de bauturi+ mancare.Sunt muult mai scumpe...dar isi merita banii.Pt a ajunge pe plaja respectiva trebuie sa mergi pe marginea muntelui si sa ai grija sa nu cazi in mare in cazul in care trece cineva mai solid pe langa tine :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Am fost pana in Cehia...in Dubrovnik.Aglomeratie...muuulti turisti.French cofee! ;x Yammy.Preturi pe masura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Sa nu uitam ca suntem romani! Am facut o chestie extrem de urata :| Am furat net wireless :)) Dar...nu e vina mea daca net cafe`urile din zona nu isi stiu proteja netul.Ivo a spus ca e in regula :))Am mers pe mana lui.Era perfect.Veneam de la plaja...faceam un dus sa dau sarea jos de pe mine si ma puneam pe balcon cu laptopul,sucul si tigara ;x Ce sa iti doresti mai mult?In fata mea era un muuunte mare.In celalata parte...marea ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Ne-am deplasat pana la Sveti Stefan.Am luat teapa! Era inchisa pentru renovare.Si am dat si 12 euro pe parcare pe 20 de min!!!!!!!Groaznic!!! Sa nu-ti vina sa-i bati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Am stat cu o zi in plus fata de cat era in plan...pentru ca vremea era perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Am fost si pana in Cetinje.Vizitat muzeul lor de istorie.Interesanta istorie.&lt;br /&gt;Si desigur ca nu se putea sa nu fac eu o maaare prostie.Extrem de mare.Langa muzeu era o harta cu obiective turistice.Daca tot eram acolo..am hotarat ca ar fi bine sa le vizitam.Vazand ca e cam noros mama l-a batut pe tata la cap sa ia umbrela.Prima era Manastirea Cetinje.Imi dau calugarii de acolo ceva...roba pe mine pentru ca eram cam...dezgolita.Tata...cu umbrela in spate.Intram in manastire.O camera de 3x3.Nu exagerez.Pe margine,pe ceva dulapioare erau rezemate de perete niste icoane.Tata cu umbrela in spate,mai sa dea pe jos toate icoanele.Eu, distrata ca intotdeauna...bufnesc in ras.Nestiind daca manastirea e ortodoxa sau catolica...tata se apropie de mine si ma intreaba "Astia sunt sfinti..." iar eu...gata...bufnire in ras de se uitau toti din camaruta la mine.Am iesit afara.Imi era rusine...dar inca aveam ranjetul de amuzament pe fata.Incearcam sa mi`l abtin.Am intrat ulterior singura...sa fiu sigura ca nu ma apuca iar rasul.&lt;br /&gt;Stiti ce era in manastirea aia? Moastele sfantului Ioan Botezatorul.Mai exact...mana dreapta a acestuia.Cu toate ca eu eram aia aiurita, eu am fost cea care a vazut-o...fara de ai mei ce au trecut pe langa ea fara sa o remarce.&lt;br /&gt;Va dati seama cat de prost m-am simtit dupaia? :| Cum sa ma apuce rasul intr-un asemenea loc?Lumea se uita la mine ca la o posedata.Ma bucur ca nu au propus exorcizarea mea...crezand ca am ceva necurat in mine de ras in asemenea loc.Eu habar nu aveam ce e acolo.Am vazut ca era o tanti mai invarsta ce tremura si plangea in hotote...dar...stiti cum e...fiecare cu necazurile lui.&lt;br /&gt;Am aprins o lumanare.Simteam nevoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai fi o gramada de chestii interesnte de povestit...doar ca nu-mi vin toate in minte in momentul asta.Au trecut vreo 2 luni.Daca scriam chestia asta cand am venit din Budva...era altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una peste alta...VA RECOMAND MUNTENEGRU! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6675490702500798358</id><published>2009-08-26T12:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:13:20.059+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muntenegru...here i come</title><content type='html'>Da...ma duc in Muntenegru pentru 7 zile.Sper sa fie ok.Am auzit ca e super fain pe acolo...dar...nu cred pana nu ma conving&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi dragut sa gasesc ceva cafenea cu net wireless for free...sa nu dau 3 euro pentru 15 min de internet.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce nu prea am chef de deplasare pana in Budva.Lumea in general se bucura cand pleaca de acasa...nu?:D&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa fie dragut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon ;;):*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6675490702500798358?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6675490702500798358/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6675490702500798358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6675490702500798358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6675490702500798358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/08/muntenegruhere-i-come.html' title='Muntenegru...here i 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu te-nalti de jos pana nu cazi&lt;br /&gt;Cu fruntea-n pulberea amara,&lt;br /&gt;Si de re-nvii in cantecul de azi,&lt;br /&gt;E c-ai murit in plansetul de-aseara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh...prea frumoasa poezia asta :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-5344734968893014902?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/5344734968893014902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=5344734968893014902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5344734968893014902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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le-am mancat in ultima luna sunt mult prea prajite.Si le-am luat din parti diferite si la intervale diferite de timp.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi pot explica ce se intampla.Cred ca li s-a defectat aparatu de prajit :))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a povestit Miha ca venea cu tenul de la Bucuresti iar tipa din fata ei ii spunea unei alte tipe "wai prajite sunt bake rolls`urile astea"....si si-a amintit de dezamagirea pe care am suferit`o si eu cand am mancat o gramada de pachete de extra baked rolls :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: mi-am adus aminte pt ca mi-am luat si azi un pachet ...si tot prea prajit e.mama masii de bake rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8815565145246759996?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8815565145246759996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8815565145246759996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8815565145246759996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8815565145246759996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/08/bake-rollstoo-baked.html' title='Bake Rolls....too baked :))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4947438616242552063</id><published>2009-08-11T01:25:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:34:36.476+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pozeee ;x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/So52-cGu5mI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1pKmexQTsCc/s1600-h/DSCN0714iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/So52-cGu5mI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1pKmexQTsCc/s200/DSCN0714iii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372362220567979618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trenule....fa cale intoarsaaa:( !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCiJfdLVKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pQush6emGOA/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCiJfdLVKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/pQush6emGOA/s200/IMG_2890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368469039772030114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sta si omu` la o inghetata  de pepene :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoChhTBP7MI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9fKcWubGNFk/s1600-h/DSC05274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoChhTBP7MI/AAAAAAAAAN0/9fKcWubGNFk/s200/DSC05274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368468349238897858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima seara in Ring.Nu.Nu am baut prea multa vodka :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCg1UMCk8I/AAAAAAAAANs/7m5eC1REweI/s1600-h/IMG_3000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCg1UMCk8I/AAAAAAAAANs/7m5eC1REweI/s200/IMG_3000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368467593638351810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ne mai pozam noi in telegondola :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCgik876ZI/AAAAAAAAANk/qPlu36bU6AE/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCgik876ZI/AAAAAAAAANk/qPlu36bU6AE/s200/IMG_2795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368467271720888722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tineretului....ne e dor de tine :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCgOcFazsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ShTRHh_7o20/s1600-h/IMG_3081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCgOcFazsI/AAAAAAAAANc/ShTRHh_7o20/s200/IMG_3081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466925743165122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima zi :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCf3RtnoJI/AAAAAAAAANU/kxiRYx4EpZE/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCf3RtnoJI/AAAAAAAAANU/kxiRYx4EpZE/s200/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466527821996178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tigara pe plaja...;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCfnRtroFI/AAAAAAAAANM/M8YPwOj6oEM/s1600-h/IMG_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCfnRtroFI/AAAAAAAAANM/M8YPwOj6oEM/s200/IMG_3055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368466252944351314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putintel la plaja.... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCfYBX4-zI/AAAAAAAAANE/XTNQoFoTWvg/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SoCfYBX4-zI/AAAAAAAAANE/XTNQoFoTWvg/s200/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368465990859946802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telegondola-Mamaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt o gramada de poze interesante :)) doar ca inca nu le am pe toate ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4947438616242552063?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4947438616242552063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4947438616242552063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4947438616242552063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4947438616242552063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/08/pozeee-x.html' title='pozeee ;x'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/So52-cGu5mI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1pKmexQTsCc/s72-c/DSCN0714iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1372979622928730472</id><published>2009-08-11T00:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:24:03.164+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou acasa... :-&lt;</title><content type='html'>Deci...(stiu ca nu se incepe cu deci,dar eu sunt mai speciala :)) ) vreau inapoi la mare!&lt;br /&gt;12 Zile la Costinesti ....ce sa iti doresti mai mult? Ah...mai mult zile la Costinesti.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot exprima in cuvinte cat de tare imi doresc sa fiu inca acolo.La ora asta as fi in Tineretului/Gossip/Ring/Imperio/Quba.&lt;br /&gt;Am intrat in depresie azi cand am vazut fetele triste ale oamenilor ce se plimbau pe centru.Am intrat in depresie cand am vazut ca ma sufoc din cauza caldurii.Am intrat in depresie cand ma uitam peste pozele de acum cateva zile.&lt;br /&gt;A fost mirific.Mi-e greu sa ma gandesc ca mai am de asteptat inca un an pana sa ma vad din nou pe plaja din Costinesti. Asta e dezavantajul cand stai la extrem de multi km de mare :-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o persoana molipsitoare...si la randul meu..usor de molipsit.Am venit acasa cu o gramada de accente..adunate de pe toate meleagurile tarii. Sunt o combinatie de ardeleanca+bucuresteanca+moldoveanca.Eh..in cateva zile sper sa imi treaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desigur...fiind in Romania ...nu am scapat de taranii zilelor noastre nici in micutul colt de rai pe care mi l-am construit eu singura in cele 12 zile la mare.Mi se urca tensiunea de nervi cand simteam ca ma inteapa ceva in talpa.Nu aveam nici o problema daca era vreo scoica.Nu.Erau coji de seminte.&lt;br /&gt;Frate...nu zic nimic...mananca semite daca iti plac...da nu le arunca, tarane, pe plaja.Pune-le mamii naibii in ceva punga/servetel/pahar/ziar.&lt;br /&gt;Taranii de langa mine..desi am avut grija sa o zic destulde tare incat sa auda...nu s-au simtit sa nu mai arunce cojile de seminte pe jos.Aveam impresia ca imi sparg seminte pe creier...nu alta.Nu ma puteam concentra la nimic.Incearcam sa aud muzica...nu puteam...ma buruia sunetu ce venea dinspre dintii lor.Incearcam sa aud valurile....degeaba.Nimiccc.Da nimiccc.Asta e nasol in weekend la mare.Se aduna toti...si din pacate, in mare parte, tarani.Cine sta pe plaja cate o saptamana nu prea lasa mizerii pentru ca stie ca a doua zi tot el va sta in ele.Celor ce stau de dimineata pana seara...li se rupe ca tu a doua zi trebuie sa stai in semintele si in paharele lor de bere.Oameni infecti.N-au auzit de pubelele pentru gunoi ce erau la cativa metri de ei.Ma intreb daca asa fac si acasa.Ma enerveaza oamenii ce isi marcheaza teritoriul prin aruncarea mizeriilor in jurul lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alta chestie naspa...e ca era sa ma calce trenul inainte de a sta macar o zi la mare.Da.Chiar asa.La ce fericita + aiurita eram ca am ajuns in sfarsiiit la mare dupa 20 de ore de stat pe tren...ma deplasam spre centrul Costinestiului.Trebuia sa trec peste sinele de tren.Toata lumea statea....si astepta.Eu...eram vesela...ma grabeam.Masinile stateau la bariera...politia era dincolo de bariera...lumea statea si astepta.Eu mergeam.La un moment dat aud un sunet ciudat...si ma opresc.In urmatoarea fractiunea de secunda vad 3 becuri ce trec prin fata ochilor mei...iar parul mi se legana in vantul facut de becurile ce trecusera.Era trenul.Mi s-a oprit inima in loc pentru cateva secunde.Lumea se uita ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiti de ce nu mi-am dat seama ca venea trenu? Din cauza manelelor.La terasa/taverna din apropiere un personaj de etnie rroma fredona ceva jenant....iar eu ma grabeam sa trec cat mai repede de zona respectiva.In plus...nici macar sunetul cum ca bariera e lasata nu il auzeam...tot din cauza manelelor.&lt;br /&gt;Deci..in concluzie...din cauza manelelor poti sa mori calcat de tren.Si stiti ce era mai nasol? Ca nu statusem nici macar o zi in Costinesti.&lt;br /&gt;In noapte de dinainte sa pornesc la mare am avut un cosmar.Am visat ca m-a lovit masina si ca eram la terapie intensiva.Si stiti ce gand ma macina pe mine? Daca prietenii mei vor merge la mare se parca nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat sau ar fi ramas langa mine.A fost unul dintre cele mai urate cosmaruri si cele mai urate intrebari pe care mi le-am pus vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;Inca sunt curioasa oare ce ar fi facut prietenii mei :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o alta dezordine de idei...VREAU INAPOI.M-am saturat de orasul asta torid.La ora 3 simteam ca ma sufoc pe strada.Arunc banii pe taxiu din cauza caldurii...pentru ca nu sunt in stare sa ma depasez pe jos.Mi se face rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreti si poze? O sa va dau :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1372979622928730472?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1372979622928730472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1372979622928730472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1372979622928730472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1372979622928730472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/08/din-nou-acasa.html' title='Din nou acasa... :-&lt;'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3149108395865987172</id><published>2009-07-13T01:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:26:01.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>emotii...fericire...lacrimi</title><content type='html'>si asta e doar inceputul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Poti alege sa visezi sau poti alege sa pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Dar e bine cand poti spune &lt;br /&gt;'Nu sunt singur in ploaie si vant. &lt;br /&gt;Am cei mai buni prieteni de pe Pamant.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La 12 noaptea m-am trezit cu 6 bucati prieteni in fata blocului + 1 bucata tort + un "LAAA MULTII ANIII CU SANATATEEE"  :X:X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!You made my heart skip a beat!! Si normal ca am plans..n-am putut sa ma stapanec.M-au coplesit emotiile.&lt;br /&gt;:X:X Va iubesc mah!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one moment i will remember when i`ll be an old lady !! :X:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3149108395865987172?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3149108395865987172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3149108395865987172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3149108395865987172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3149108395865987172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotiifericirelacrimi.html' title='emotii...fericire...lacrimi'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3848581100800301487</id><published>2009-07-12T17:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:32:34.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai este putin...</title><content type='html'>Stiti ce zi e maine? Stiti ce sarbatoresc eu maine? Bingo! Face si don`shoara pupimik 18 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Va putea si ea consuma in mod legat alcool + tigari.&lt;br /&gt;Va ranji binedispusa cand va scoate buletinu sa il arate tipei de la Carrefour ce nu vrea sa o creada ca are 18 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Se va apuca de scoala de soferi si isi va lua permisul.&lt;br /&gt;Va putea iesi din tara fara acord parental.&lt;br /&gt;Va putea sa ii scoata pe altii din tara, folosindu-se buletinul ei pentru a legaliza un acord parental.&lt;br /&gt;Va merge la mare fara reducere de minor.&lt;br /&gt;Va duce lipsa multor facilitati pe care le au minorii.&lt;br /&gt;Se va bucura nespus de mult de facilitatile adultilor.&lt;br /&gt;Va putea boschetari noaptea pe strazi fara sa o duca politia acasa, sa o "predea" parintilor.&lt;br /&gt;Va trebui sa mearga marti sa isi depuna actele pentru noul buletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine pupimik face 18 ani de existenta pe Terra.La multi ani Pupimik!!! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3848581100800301487?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3848581100800301487/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3848581100800301487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3848581100800301487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3848581100800301487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/07/mai-este-putin.html' title='Mai este putin...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3786999953649571496</id><published>2009-07-10T02:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:27:12.365+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eseul vietii</title><content type='html'>Avand in vedere ca ma plictiseam seara asta...m-am pus sa redactez eseul pe care il am de facut pana in data de 15 iulie.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa vreo 40 de minute de lucru in word (vreo 20 de minute mi-a luat sa pun diacriticele pt ca doar la finalul eseului mi-am dat seama ca nu le-am pus) combinat cu tastat pe mess....e gata.&lt;br /&gt;Vreti sa aflati ce vreau eu sa devin cand voi fi mare? ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întrebarea „ce vrei să te faci când vei fi mare?” cred că a auzit-o fiecare copil cel puţin o dată în viaţă.Eu eram frecvent întrebată chestia asta, ori de câte ori mă întâlneam cu prieteni de familie, vecini, rude enervante şi ciupitoare de obraz.O întâlnire cu astfel de oameni începea cu „Ptui pe tine să nu te deochi.Câţi ani ai tu puiuţ …şi ce vrei să te faci când vei fi mare ?” şi mereu se termina cu „mama,hai să plecăm că nu-mi mai place aici ”.Răspunsul la întrebarea de care eram sătulă până peste cap mi se schimba de la an la an.Într-o perioadă îmi doream să fiu judecătoare, actriţă ori cântăreaţă. Astea erau încă meserii relativ în regulă.Aveam momente în care vroiam să devin musafir, pentru simplul fapt că gazda mereu îmi dădea acceptul, oricare ar fi fost lucrul pe care l-aş fi cerut.Ce să iţi doreşti mai mult decât atât? Din păcate mama mi-a tăiat aripile spunându-mi că lumea se va sătura de mine şi nu voi mai fi invitată nicăieri.Atunci mi-a apărut un beculeţ micuţ deasupra capului şi mi-am găsit chemarea.În momentul respectiv îmi doream să devin musafir neivitat.&lt;br /&gt;Pe măsură ce creşteam, observam că fiecare din jurul meu are câte o pasiune, ori e talentat la ceva.Eu, în schimb, nu găseam nimic la care să pot spune : „sunt bună!”. Astfel, pentru a-mi descoperi „chemarea”, m-am apucat de o grămadă de activităţi.Fiind schimbătoare ca vremea, mă plictiseam repede de absolut orice activitate. Desigur, de pe urma fiecăreia am avut câte ceva de câştigat. M-am apucat de teatru pentru că aveam talentul de a impresiona pe oricine, oricât de intangibil ar fi fost, doar pentru a-mi atinge scopul. Acum pot spune că sunt o buna actriţă. M-am apucat de baschet, pentru că aveam prea multa energie, şi fiind copil unic la părinţi, reuşeam să imi terorizez părinţii.După un an, am ajuns la concluzia că nu-mi mai place mingea de baschet, şi probabil ar fi mai drăguţ dacă aş şti dansa.După vreo jumate de an de dans de societate, am realizat că nu se poate face carieră din dans.De cântat m-am ferit pentru că mama îmi garanta că dacă pun mâna pe un microfon , sigur vor crăpa câteva geamuri pe care desigur, voi fi nevoită să le plătesc.Cursurile de informatică mi se păreau înteresante, la fel ca şi cele de design vestimentar.Nu am ratat absolut niciunul dintre ele.Mai degrabă m-au ratat ele pe mine după ce mi-am dat seama că nu e nu ştiu ce,încât să pot spune că mă pasionează şi aş putea face o carieră de pe urma lor.&lt;br /&gt;Pe la 16 ani e destul de târziu să te apuci de înot de performanţă, nu? Aşa mă gândeam şi eu după  4 luni de cursuri intensive de înot de performanţă la bazinul olimpic.Desigur că politica atrage o grămadă de tineri. Hop ţop, m-am trezit în Parlamentul European al Tinerilor.După o sesiune regională şi una naţională, am ajuns la concluzia că politica nu e pentru mine.Nu aş putea pupa pe cineva în dos pentru a urca pe o treaptă ierarhică mai înaltă.&lt;br /&gt;Încercând o grămadă de activităţi am remarcat că deja m-a ajuns vârsta critică la care trebuie să aleg pe ce profil vreau să o iau mai departe, iar eu…habar nu am.O singură chestie ştiu: că vreau să am o viaţă activă.Cât se poate de activă.Asta pentru simplul fapt că mă pot adapta uşor, iar rutina mă deprimă.În viitorul îndepărtat mă văd wedding planner.Mi-ar plăcea să organizez evenimente. Într-adevăr,această meserie implică multă responsabilitate, dar eu sunt gata să mi-o asum.&lt;br /&gt;Deocamdată, am decis că ar fi  bine să urmez cursurile unei facultăţi cu profil economic, deoarece din multitudinea de opţiuni pe care le am, simt că aceasta mi se pliază cel mai bine caracterului şi personalităţii mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cica pe baza eseului+ rezultatelor de la testele psihologice vor fi alesi 4 elevi care vor avea ocazia ca faca practica 5 zile in cadrul unei firme specializate pe profilul ales de fiecare.&lt;br /&gt;Myeah! Right! Stiti voi o firma de wedding planning in Oradea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3786999953649571496?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3786999953649571496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3786999953649571496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3786999953649571496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3786999953649571496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/07/eseul-vietii.html' title='Eseul vietii'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-5660812511596471962</id><published>2009-07-09T23:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:15:35.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zile incarcate</title><content type='html'>De la o vreme incoace am fost intoarsa cu curu`n sus.&lt;br /&gt;A asa e daca imi trebuie mie majorat.Si la fel daca imi trebuie mers la mare.&lt;br /&gt;Normal ca daca nu se implica nimeni sa organizeze mersul la mare...nu mai mergem nicaieri.Pentru ca fiecare se baza pe celalat. Asa ca m-am pus eu sa organizez...din dorinta de a merge la mare.Ce m-a apucat...nu stiu! Stiu doar ca vreau la mare ;x&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca m`am pus pe dat telefoane..vorbit cu cetateanu` mooldovean, sunat de fiecare data cand cuiva i se scoala ca puna o intrebare irelevanta care era extrem de importanta pe persoana respectiva.&lt;br /&gt;Saracu` om cred ca m-a bagat de cateva ori in origini...pana am decis sa nu-l mai sun decat atunci cand stiu exact cati mergem si cum mergem.Pana azi...cand am rezervat totu`...nu exista zi lasata de la bunul Dzeu in care sa nu ma intrebe careva ceva de mare...sau sa nu aduca vorba.De vreo doua saptamani primesc zilnic un telefon in care sunt intrebata "ai rezervat? s-au luat biletele?".Dumnezeule!!! Nu ma mai futeti la cap.Vi-am spus ca atunci cand stiu ceva..va anunt...pe toti 15 in parte. In sfarsit am terminat cu marea.&lt;br /&gt;Cu majoratul...ca intotdeauna...ma las pe ultima suta de metri.Deabia azi m-am decis unde mi-l tin si deabia azi l-am rezervat.Norocul meu e ca ziua mea e lunea,cand nu multa lume rezerva localuri.Acesta era gandul meu salvator cand mi-am dat seama ca mai am o saptamana...si eu nu am nimic pus la punct.Azi toata ziua am dat pe telefoane...sa chem oamenii la majorat...asa...hop top pe ultima suta de metrii.O parte din ei,in mod normal, au deja alte planuri facute de mult ce nu pot fi amanate.Oricum...persoanele apropiate...vor veni ;x.&lt;br /&gt;Acum pot sufla usurata ca totul este in regula.Mai trebuie puse la punct ceva detalii...dar acele detalii mai pot astepta.&lt;br /&gt;Bai frate...ce oameni! Incredibil! Cica nu mai au voie cofetariile sa vanda artificii pentru tort.Autorizatia vietii.Da` ce...tigarnii ce vand iarna artificii si petarde in piata au atorizatie?? Imi trebuie si mie o artificie pentru tort...si trebuie acum sa umblu prin tot orasu sa caut!&lt;br /&gt;Inca un pic...inca un picccc!!! Si gata! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-5660812511596471962?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/5660812511596471962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=5660812511596471962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5660812511596471962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/5660812511596471962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/07/zile-incarcate.html' title='Zile incarcate'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3304892324895722790</id><published>2009-06-12T16:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:11:31.140+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce pnm??!!</title><content type='html'>De cand si pana cand toata lumea isi rezerva dreptu` sa imi faca mie program? Daca X vrea sa faca aia...si eu trebuie.Eu nu pot sa imi fac PROGRAMU MEU.Dumnezeule...incep sa nu mai suport. Deja ce`i prea mult...e prea mult.M-am sacrifica de destule ori ca sa le fie altora bine.Mi-au ajuns atatea acte de caritate. Bine ca atunci cand am eu nevoie de acte de caritate nici draq nu face un efort pentru mine....toata lumea e "obosita". Uite ca acuma eu sunt cea obosita.Eu am nevoie de o pauza. E ultima data cand fac favoruri cuiva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveti si voi viata voastra...invatati sa va descurcati singuri...ca n`o sa fie nici draq mai incolo langa voi ca sa va ajute prin terte metode.Multumiti-va cu situatia in care va aflati...ca si eu am trecut prin faze deastea nasoale...si m-am resemnat...n`am futut programu` celorlalti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am nervi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3304892324895722790?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3304892324895722790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3304892324895722790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3304892324895722790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3304892324895722790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/06/ce-pnm.html' title='Ce pnm??!!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2849892609287195596</id><published>2009-06-07T02:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:21:01.211+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu-i inteleg pe unii...</title><content type='html'>Cum sa nu iti placa melodiile vechi? Cum sa nu iti placa melodiile care nu se demodeaza in zeci de ani?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e mila de copiii mei....habar nu vor avea ce e aia muzica.Le voi pune muzica de pe vremea parintilor si bunicilor mei.&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa nu stii melodia "What a wonderful world" de la Louis Armstrong?Sunt niste chestii pe care nu mi le pot explica.&lt;br /&gt;Asa-i cand cresti intr-o familie in care sunt promovate doar manelele.&lt;br /&gt;La melodiile calumea...pe care nu le auzi rasunand din fiecare masina sau din fiecare club....eram doar cativa care dansam.In rest...toti stateau plictisiti.&lt;br /&gt;Dar staiiii...manelisti beau...se imbata...si incep sa ceara manele.S-apoi incanta-ti tu urechile cu "zana zanelor...steaua stelelor"...si "balans balans" si "haida haida" si ale interjectii &amp; onomatopee pe ritm de manea creata in 3 minute.&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa am dureri de cap.Asa...subit. N-am nimic cu manelistii...si cu manelele.Fiecare asculta ce ii place...iar la un majorat...trebuie sa ii multumesti pe toti.Defapt...la orice chef e valabila chestia asta.Tot rockerul si hip hoperul la betie danseaza pe asa ceva...mai in gluma...mai in serios(cu toate ca ft putini recunosc chesti asta).&lt;br /&gt;E clar ca un chef reusit = muzica buna &amp; oameni ce se stiu distra&lt;br /&gt;Muzica buna a fost pana la 12 noaptea cand "merge minte la baiatu`" a stricat-o.&lt;br /&gt;De cateva zile bune vroiam sa dansez.Aveam un chef nebun de dans.Am fost la un hip hop party (cica) unde a fost foarte putina lume...si mi-a fost putin tarseala sa ma ridic sa dansez singura pe acolo.Nu aveam destul la bord incat sa fac asta.&lt;br /&gt;Abia am asteptat majoratu` asta...sa ma pot destrabala.Am baut 100 de vodka...cat sa nu fie ca nu am pus botu pe alcool...si m-am pus pe dansat. Ma bucur ca am profitat de muzica buna de la inceput.A fost ca o gura de aer pt mine.&lt;br /&gt;L-am invatat pe George sa danseze.WOW.Era pt prima sau a doua oara cand dansa fara sa fie beat.Ma simt mandra de mine :)) ...am putere de convingere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum am chef sa ma uit la ceva film.Singura problema e ca...n-am niciun film.Inca ma gandesc daca ar trebui sa imi scot un film sau sa ma pun la somn.E 2:20.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca voi pierde putin vremea pe TPU si dupaia...somn! Maine la 2 imi da desteptarea(daca nu mi-o dau eu singura mai repede)unchiumeu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-2849892609287195596?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/2849892609287195596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=2849892609287195596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2849892609287195596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2849892609287195596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-i-inteleg-pe-unii.html' title='Nu-i inteleg pe unii...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-135973339004931150</id><published>2009-06-05T01:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:33:43.715+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inca putin..</title><content type='html'>si se termina scoala ;x&lt;br /&gt;Saptamana asta a fost una plina pentru mine.Si cum sunt in una din perioadele alea in care simt nevoia sa fiu "in priza" mereu...a fost perfect.Pe langa faptul ca am dat niste teste si teze saptamana asta...a fost ok.La romana...ca intotdeauna..pe ultima suta de metrii...avem o gramada de chestii de facut.Pe langa faptul ca pe ultima zi din saptamana am avut de facut o tema de reflectie...pe saptamana viitoare am de facut caracterizarea Otiliei...pe nota. Altii au majoritatea mediile incheiate...eu mai am de facut caracterizari si mama naibii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am zis La multi ani minorilor...dar o fac cu ocazia asta.Luni..de 1 iunie...cand in curtea scolii se pretreceau tot felul de concursuri...eu dadea testul la info de la care plecasem inainte cu o saptamana.Am luat 8 :O.Cea mai mare nota a mea,pe merit,de la info...de cand ma stiu(chiar am facut tot testu` sigura).Chestia asta ma face sa cred ca nu-s chiar asa varza.Singura mea problema e ca nu am deschis niciodata manualul de info(nu stiu de ce draq am mai dat pe el) si nu mi-am facut absolut nicio problema din tema.Sa  fie asta problema ca nu-mi place informatica?:))Neah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut tortttt :D:D Eu cu baietii(o parte din ei) din clasa.Adica...Pasca Pinti si Sime.A iesit chiar foooarte bun la gust.Pacat de aspect...dar...chiar era mult mai bun decat cel din cofetarii...si nu zic asta doar pentru faptul ca l-am facut noi.Ne-am distrat calumea facandu`l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai mei au plecat la Valea Draganului.Deci sunt home alone pana luni seara.Deci...e perfect :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-135973339004931150?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/135973339004931150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=135973339004931150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/135973339004931150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/135973339004931150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/inca-putin.html' title='inca putin..'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1458460605817680263</id><published>2009-05-25T16:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:37:05.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/ShqenRTocKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5ltxonpYqA8/s1600-h/arancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/ShqenRTocKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5ltxonpYqA8/s200/arancia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339754705698975906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9gDhPGaOOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/_9gDhPGaOOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday...so make a wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been&lt;br /&gt;Would you've been a little angel or an angel of sin?&lt;br /&gt;Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I payed for the murder before they determined the sex&lt;br /&gt;Choosing our life over your life meant your death&lt;br /&gt;And you never got'a chance to even open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder as a foetus if you faught for your life?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have been a little genius in love with math?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have been a little rapper like your papa da Piper?&lt;br /&gt;Would you have made me quit smokin' by finding one of my lighters?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose?&lt;br /&gt;And the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;what I thought was a dream (make a wish)&lt;br /&gt;Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a dream (make a wish)&lt;br /&gt;Was as real as it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;I've got a millon excuses to why you died&lt;br /&gt;Bet the people got their own reasons for homicide&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say it woulda worked, and who's to say it wouldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;I was young and strugglin' but old enough to be your dad&lt;br /&gt;The fear of being my father has never disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Pondering frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer&lt;br /&gt;My vision of a family was artificial and fake&lt;br /&gt;So when it came time to create I made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Now you've got a little brother maybe he's really you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you really forgave us knowin' we was confused?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everytime that he smiles it's you proudly knowin' that your father's doin' the right thing now?&lt;br /&gt;I never tell a woman what to do with her body&lt;br /&gt;But if she don't love children then we can't party&lt;br /&gt;Think about it every year, so I picked up a pen&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, love you whoever you woulda been&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a dream (make a wish)&lt;br /&gt;Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a dream (yeah, make a wish)&lt;br /&gt;Was as real as it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the heavens to the womb to the heavens again&lt;br /&gt;From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we could meet face to face?&lt;br /&gt;In a place without time and space&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the heavens to the womb to the heavens again&lt;br /&gt;From the endin' to the endin', never got to begin&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we could meet face to face?&lt;br /&gt;In a place without time and space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a dream (make a wish)&lt;br /&gt;Was as real as it seemed (happy birthday)&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was a dream (make a wish)&lt;br /&gt;Was as real as it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mistake...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1458460605817680263?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1458460605817680263/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1458460605817680263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1458460605817680263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1458460605817680263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/ShqenRTocKI/AAAAAAAAAL0/5ltxonpYqA8/s72-c/arancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7057387195798274056</id><published>2009-05-24T01:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:09:14.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ungurilor!!!</title><content type='html'>Nu am treaba cu ungurii.Decat cu aia care se cred asi la romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma contraziceam azi cu doi prieteni.Ei ziceau ca varianta corecta ii PANCARDA ...iar eu PANCARTA. Si ne tot contraziceam noi pana am zis ca sun pe cineva sa se uite in dex sau pe net.O sun pe ank care se presupue ca fiind la filo ar trebui sa le aiba cu limba romana. Si ea sustinea ca e pancarda. Baietii ma faceau unguroaica :))&lt;br /&gt;Si ma enervez..ajung acasa...si caut pe net.Normal!!! Aveam dreptate. &lt;br /&gt;Sa nu ma mai contraziceti cand vine vorba de limba romana....DA?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7057387195798274056?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7057387195798274056/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7057387195798274056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7057387195798274056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7057387195798274056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/ungurilor.html' title='Ungurilor!!!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-9081112035159013217</id><published>2009-05-23T00:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:18:42.299+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A venit ploaia :&gt;</title><content type='html'>Cu toate ca imi place vara (cand nu e exagerat de cald) azi am fost foarte fericita cand am vazut ca vine ploaia.Imi plac ploile de vara...sunt perfecte.Racoritoare, scurte, cu bulbuci :D&lt;br /&gt;Am facut un dus pana sa ajung din Mc pana la taxiu :D E bun :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul acesta vad ca cei din Terasa Park au planuri mari :)) Au adus trupa de cantatrici care canta frumos ;;) melodii vechi...placute auzului.Am remarcat ca mai nou populatia din Lord`s s-a mutat pe Terasa Prak.&lt;br /&gt;Anu` trecut pe la orele astea nu era aproape nimeni pe acolo.Azi..full. I-am vazut si pe actorii de la Teatru de Stat....au iesit si ei la o bere :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot azi m-am uitat la Confessions of a Shopaholic.Ma asteptam sa fie ...altfel. Nu e nu stiu ce de capu` lui...dar ca un film de plictiseala merge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In schimb am vazut saptamanile trecut Slumdog Millionaire....despre care auzisem doar chestii gen "e ft naspa","nasol".Wrong! Mie mi-a placut foarte mult.E clar unul dintre filmele de pe lista mea de "Must see" (chiar daca nu am asa ceva.Poate ar fi cazul sa imi fac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine cu putin noroc de vreme insorita si prieteni disponibili ma duc in Felix. N-am fost de saptamana trecuta la piscina...si mi-e dor :)) Vine vara...ce mama naibii...trebuie sa ma antrenez pentru mare :X:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-9081112035159013217?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/9081112035159013217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=9081112035159013217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/9081112035159013217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/9081112035159013217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/venit-ploaia.html' title='A venit ploaia :&gt;'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-9109829610145068035</id><published>2009-05-20T22:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:19:05.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown :X</title><content type='html'>Nu-mi vine sa cred ca se termina imediat clasa a 11-a (pt mine)&lt;br /&gt;Mai avem 3 sapt de scoala.Defapt 2...ca ultima nu se pune :D :X&lt;br /&gt;Vine vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa lucrez vacanta asta..dar nu vor ai mei sa ma lase.Ei spun ca voi lucra destul toata viata pana ma voi satura.Acum trebuie sa invat. Deci(stiu ca nu e academic sa incep cu deci &gt;:) ) munca mea vacanta asta vor fi variantele de mate.Pregatirea asta pt bac...ma bantuieste de pe acuma :(&lt;br /&gt;Macar de mi-ar da cineva bani ca stau sa fac variante la mate :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu stiu ce sa fac de 1 iunie. Nu am niciun program.In schimb ai mei au.&lt;br /&gt;Mama are intalnirea de 25 de ani de la terminarea liceului(asta se va petrece in Satu-Mare).Normal ca merge.Tata...merge si el...sa faca pe titularu pe acolo...ca asa trebuie sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;Si normal ca mama vrea sa ma duca cu ea...sa-mi mai vad si eu orasu natal...nu ca i-as duce prea tare doru.Eram prea mica sa imi fie dor de el acum. La inceput pot sa zic ca m-a incantat ideea avand in vedere ca planuri mai bune nu am. Tot gasesc eu pe careva pe acolo care sa-mi arate orasu...sa stau si eu in Satu-Mare la un suc..pe o terasa.Sa vad si eu cum arata pe acolo cluburile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vine faza nr 2: de 1 iunie as putea sa merg sa stau cu ceva copilasi in ceva parc de distractii ce va poposi in Oradea cu ocazia Zilei odraslei.Asta contra cost impreuna cu Nasty si Sime. Ma tenteaza mult.Foarte mult&lt;br /&gt;Dar...daca in Satu-Mare ma voi plictisi ...si imi va parea rau ca nu am ramas in oras. Si daca raman in oras si imi va parea rau ca mi-am petrecut timplu cu urlete si tipete de copii cand puteam sa ma distrez.Nu intelegeti gresit..chiar imi plac copilasii...doar ca nu ii suport pe cei prost educati care urla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma mai gandesc.Am timp.... :D cred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-9109829610145068035?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/9109829610145068035/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=9109829610145068035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/9109829610145068035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/9109829610145068035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-x.html' title='The countdown :X'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4799882363467314611</id><published>2009-05-20T21:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:22:03.881+03:00</updated><title type='text'>YOAH!</title><content type='html'>Stiu ca au trecut zile bune de cand nu am dat pe blog...dar am avut niste zile destul de pline.A venit caldura...e un motiv destul de bun...nu? :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teze, fite, figuri, impresii, piscina, plimbari, iesiri, majorate, chefuri etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi ma trezesc cu o scrioare in posta si raman putin mai mult surprinsa("scrisoare?? cine imi trimite scrisoare? mie?? imposibil")...darr...cand ma uit la expeditor...inteleg care e problema. Biblioteca imi trimite scrisori. De ce draq am facut? Ce aveti sa imi transmiteti? Si ma pun sa o deschid. Desigur ca am uitat sa inapoiez o carte.Azi de fac exact 2 luni de cand trebuia sa o duc. No fuck!? Nu aveti ce face?! Fix 2 luni...fara o zi in plus sau in minus. Stiu ca nu e frumos sa uiti sa restitui ceva imprumutat....dar nu ma asteptam sa fie chiar asa disperati. Cand o gasesc le-o duc inapoi :)) promit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cateva zile incoace nu stiu cand sa ma bag la umbra si cand sa ies la soare.Dimineata de stai la soare...e perfect. Pe la ora 10-11....tanjesti chiar si dupa cea mai mica pata de umbra.Macar vine vara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja imi ies pe ochi, urechi, si alte orificii intrebarile legate de mare.Nu exista zi in care sa nu fiu intrebata ceva detaliu. Fratilor....certe sunt doar 2 lucruri:&lt;br /&gt;1) mergem orice ar fi&lt;br /&gt;2) dati-mi odata avansu ala nenorocit...ca sa il pot suna pe omu` lui D-zo la care o sa stam.Adica nu stam la el...ci pe proprietatea lui.Intelegeti voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am auzit ca vine in weekend vor fi temperaturi de pana la 33 de grade.Clar...ma gasiti la piscina. N-am de gand sa stau pe caldura asta in haine pe ceva terasa.Ar fi preeea groaznic.Si nici nu voi sta in casa in weekend pana seara cand se mai lasa cat de cat racoarea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4799882363467314611?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4799882363467314611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4799882363467314611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4799882363467314611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4799882363467314611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoah.html' title='YOAH!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-78332793362787710</id><published>2009-05-19T22:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:07:34.567+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7UP ICE :X:X</title><content type='html'>Mai stiti ce in voga si ce bun era editia limitata de 7UP ICE? Muream acum vreo 4 ani dupa sucu ala. Tin si acum minte.Eram la mare....deja ai mei stiau ca trebuie sa imi comande hamsii + 7up ice.&lt;br /&gt;Sucu ala era racoritor chiar daca era clad. Mi-e dorrr :((&lt;br /&gt;Bine ca a revenit fanta Shokata. Nu mi-a placut niciodata. Am primit "din partea firmei" o Shokata.Speram din tot sufletu` sa aiba gust acceptabil din moment ce acum are si lamaie (nu mai stiu daca mai demult avea sau nu...stiu doar ca nu-mi placea).Urasc sucu de soc.Hai sa fim seriosi...cui ii place sucu de soc...isi face acasa. Dar eu cum sa-mi fac 7up Ice? :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca le voi trimite un mail...sa mai produca. Ma pun imediat sa caut pe e-bay 7UP ICE.Poate gasesc si imi comand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-78332793362787710?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/78332793362787710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=78332793362787710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/78332793362787710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/78332793362787710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/7up-ice-xx.html' title='7UP ICE :X:X'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1088278285033050706</id><published>2009-05-04T13:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:59:56.991+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Mai...rupt ca mine</title><content type='html'>Asta a fost un weekend super prelungit.De joi seara pana sambata dimineata am fost in Pestis.A fost fain.Am venit acasa cu buza sparta...degetul accidentat si cu cateva zgarieturi...in rest ok :))&lt;br /&gt;Seara maju` lui Teo (La Multi Ani Teo!! :*) unde ma chinuiam sa nu imi pice ochii in gura de somn si oboseala. &lt;br /&gt;Chiar m-am gandit ca ar fi ceva interesant sa scoatem o melodie ...cu refrenu de la Puia (BEM BEM ...cat mai putem, BEM, toti banii ii BEM...ce ne mai place sa BEM) si ca semn de punctuatie am putea sa folosim "VA OMOR"`ul lui Arges. Chestiile astea chiar sunau bine la majorat pe negativ de house :))....va dati seama ce lovitura am da.Mai ceva ca manelistii :D:D:))=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenind....nici acum nu mi`am revenit complet.Desi ieri la 10 jumate m-am pus la somn...degeaba...azi dimineata simteam ca nu am dormit aproape deloc.&lt;br /&gt;De la maj am venit acasa pe la ora 2 si pana duminica la ora 1 jumate...somn! S-au speriat ai mei ca am patit ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca ma pun sa numar cate zile de scoala mai sunt pana la vacanta...brb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1088278285033050706?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1088278285033050706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1088278285033050706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1088278285033050706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1088278285033050706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-mairupt-ca-mine.html' title='1 Mai...rupt ca mine'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6055203092329704675</id><published>2009-04-28T16:29:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:55:54.998+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Astenia de primavara loveste!</title><content type='html'>De cateva zile incoace nu stiu ce se intampla.Indiferent la ce ora m-as pune sa dorm...ma trezesc pe la 6 jumate fara sa sune telefonu...care in mod normal ar suna la 7.E foarte ciudat.In mod normal...toata ziua simt ca mor de somn si imi pica ochii in gura de oboseala.&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong...cred ca ar trebui sa ma apuc de baut cafea :)))...doar ca nu ma pot obisnui cu ideea ca face ok lichidu` ala cu gust amar :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6055203092329704675?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6055203092329704675/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6055203092329704675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6055203092329704675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6055203092329704675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/astenia-de-primavara-loveste.html' title='Astenia de primavara loveste!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-8845216868643331061</id><published>2009-04-25T12:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:54:32.202+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In revenire...</title><content type='html'>Si a trecut si prima saptamana de scoala de dupa vacanta.Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;Ieri seara am fost la maj la Oana.La multi ani Oana! Ne-am distrat noi pana la un moment dat...cand s-o cam rupt firu :)) Lumea in general era deja cam fooarte bauta...deci nu m`am simtit chiar asa prost :)).&lt;br /&gt;Is rupta de oboseala...si seara asta...se presupune ca o iau de la capat....:-??...nu sunt sigura daca sunt in stare sau nu...dar...mai vedem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8845216868643331061?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8845216868643331061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8845216868643331061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8845216868643331061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8845216868643331061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-revenire.html' title='In revenire...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4604566593780276651</id><published>2009-04-22T19:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:01:46.934+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vremea vietii! x-(</title><content type='html'>De ce? De ce trebuie sa fie o vreme asa aiurea? Adica tuna.Si cand tuna de obicei urmeaza sa ploua.Azi aveam chef de piscina.Nu am mai mers pt ca am vazut pe net ca azi va fi noros &amp; e foarte posibil sa ploua. In schimb am fost la sala...si am stat si la sauna.Era perfect :x...pana am auzit picaturile de ploaie.Chestia asta m-a furat relaxarea.Ma asteptam sa toarne cu apa pe cand ies afara.Era doar putin umed cum picurase cu cateva minute inainte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit pe geam....si afara e o lumina portocalie.Imi da impresia de "furtuna de vara".De obieci asa arata vara cand se apropie/termina o furtuna.&lt;br /&gt;As face o poza.Ar iesi foarte artistica.Norii sunt...perfecti pentru o furtuna.Grio-fumurio-albastro-portocalii si densi.Ploua.Doar daca te uiti atent vezi ca afara ploua deoarece picaturile de ploaie sunt extrem de mici si extrem de desi.Cu toate astea...fac bulbuci.As iesi sa stau in ploaie..dar nu vreau sa racesc.Iubesc ploile de vara...nici nu se compara cu ploile obisnuite.Si mirosul de praf umed.Imi aduce aminte de vara...probabil de aceea imi place cum miroase.E atat de perfect afara.Am iesit totusi sa incerc sa fac ceva poze.Nu sunt eu nu stiu cat de talentata la facut poze...dar sunt momente in care ies chiar ok.Desigur taranii infecti din caminul de langa se uitau la mine ca la felul 13.Care e problema ta ca eu fac poze?Huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am enervat si am inchis geamu`.Printre blocuri un cuplu sta sub umbrela si se uita cum ploua :X Cat de dragut.&lt;br /&gt;Ok..nu mai e dragut.In cateva minute gata? Nu mai e cerul portocaliu.E doar gri`albastrui..iar norii au devenit fumurii.S-a dus soarele :(...nu`mi mai place. Taranii barfitori au alungat soarele ce dadea un pic de culoare cerului ;( Shame on you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4604566593780276651?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4604566593780276651/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4604566593780276651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4604566593780276651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4604566593780276651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/vremea-vietii-x.html' title='Vremea vietii! x-('/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2295778300780090239</id><published>2009-04-21T19:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:04:02.584+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gata vacanta! :(</title><content type='html'>Cred ca sunt printre putinii care nu-si pun urari de pascut fericit si toate alealalte pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa repede a trecut vacanta asta.Jur.Nu-mi vine sa cred ca e gata.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum...am inceput scoala cu gandul ca vacanta asta a fost foarte ok.Am facut tot ce mi`a trecut prin cap.Fara planificari care nu ajung la bun sfarsit si toate celelalte.&lt;br /&gt;Deja incepe stresul tezelor.Macar scap odata de ele...si gata! Chiul pana nu mai pot; mers la piscina; mers la gratare....numai la scoala sau acasa sa nu stau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va dati seama ca pana la vacanta mare nu mai e mult??:X:X Can`t wait. Abia astept sa merg la mare.Buei...daca sunteti doritori sa veniti la Costinesti pe la sfarsitul lui iulie...inceputul lui august pe o perioada de 10-14 zile....dati-mi de stire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa chef aveam azi de piscina..dar pana la urma am zis ca merg maine.Din pacate nu cred ca merg maine pt ca nu va fi vreme ok.Azi era perfect.Cer senin.Caldura.Nici macar ochii nu trebuia sa mi`i inchid ca ma vedeam deja stand pe sezlong la soare.Ce sa iti doresti mai mult? Ah..un cocktail langa tine :X Lux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa se termine odata scoala!!! Vremea asta nu`i de stat la scoala.Nu am rabdare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodia asta e in spiritul meu de azi :&gt;:&gt; :X:X:X:X  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=9bcf394acdb845&amp;userid=Invo4u&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=9bcf394acdb845&amp;userid=Invo4u&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&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/7595719957705759540-2295778300780090239?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2295778300780090239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2295778300780090239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/gata-vacanta.html' title='Gata vacanta! :('/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4770479734307935892</id><published>2009-04-14T10:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:01:06.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>am in playlist`ul de la winamp 70 de melodii...deci voi alege dintre alea...pentru ca nu am chef sa caut in tot computerul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 melodii straine ce merita ascultate:&lt;br /&gt;1)Kanye West-Heartless&lt;br /&gt;2)The Game ft. Lil Wayne- My life&lt;br /&gt;3)Jadyn Maria ft Flo Rida- Villain&lt;br /&gt;4)Matt Pokora-Climax&lt;br /&gt;5)Jason Mraz-I`m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 melodii romanesti ce merita ascultate:&lt;br /&gt;1)Emil Lassaria-Balada&lt;br /&gt;2)Guess Who-Flori ilegale&lt;br /&gt;3)Suie Paparude-Pentru inimi&lt;br /&gt;4)Vita de vie- Praf de stele&lt;br /&gt;5)Dj Sava ft Connect-R - The Reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 carti ce merita citite:&lt;br /&gt;1)Radu Paraschivescu-Ghidul Nesimtitului&lt;br /&gt;2)J.D.Salinger-De veghe in lanul de secara&lt;br /&gt;3)Margaret Mazzantini-Nu te misca&lt;br /&gt;4)John Kennedy Toole-Conjuratia Imbecililor&lt;br /&gt;5)Beniamino Faoro &amp;amp; Ion Marginean - Romanul si felul lui de a fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 filme ce merita vazute:&lt;br /&gt;1)If Only&lt;br /&gt;2)The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;3)The lake house&lt;br /&gt;4)August Rush&lt;br /&gt;5)Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 piese de teatru:&lt;br /&gt;1)Descult in parc&lt;br /&gt;2)Maitreyi&lt;br /&gt;3)Mantaua&lt;br /&gt;4)Comedie de intuneric&lt;br /&gt;5)Gaitele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 persoane admirabile:&lt;br /&gt;1,2) Parintii- pt ca ma iubesc neconditionat si ar face absolut orice sa imi fie mie bine oricat de urat m-as comporta cu ei&lt;br /&gt;3,4) Bunicii- pentru tot ce m-au invatat si toate ce le-am invatat stand pe langa ei&lt;br /&gt;5) Kanye West- nujt de unde poate scoate melodiile...da` le ador :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca am primit-o si eu...ar fi frumos sa o dau , la randul meu, mai departe la &lt;a href="http://dondonel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dondonel&lt;/a&gt; si  &lt;a href="http://anca-portocala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4770479734307935892?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4770479734307935892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4770479734307935892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4770479734307935892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4770479734307935892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1306418499478106158</id><published>2009-04-12T11:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:12:41.857+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma simt dezamagita...</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu exact de ce si de cine.Stiu doar ca...daca ma plictisesc...ma fac de rusine.Adica...daca nimic din jur nu ma poate binedispune...ma binedispun singura. Si nu....aseara nu ne-am imbatat de la 100 de vodka.Eram asa vesele daorita altor circumstante atenuante.La urma urmei...chiar nu-mi pasa ce cred ceilalti.Prietenii ma cunosc si ma inteleg...de ceilalti chiar nu-mi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezamagita de mine sunt pt o anumita faza...pe care am facut-o si nu imi sta in fire sa o fac...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1306418499478106158?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1306418499478106158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1306418499478106158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1306418499478106158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1306418499478106158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/ma-simt-dezamagita.html' title='Ma simt dezamagita...'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1838194742627283606</id><published>2009-04-11T11:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:00:42.145+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CeauCinci e pe pl</title><content type='html'>Da.Adica Hi5`u vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Am contu de ceva ani bunicei...si intram din an in paste sa dau accept la comentarii,cereri de prietenie sau sa mai pun ceva poze.Avem o gramada de poze mai vechi pe care nu cred ca le am salvate pe niciun cd.&lt;br /&gt;Acum vre-o saptamana...intentionez sa intru pe hi5.Hopa!Accesul imi era restrictionat! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;Nu am bagat de seama...am zis ca mai mult ca sigur au ei o problema.Peste vreo 2 zile imi amintesc din nou de hi5...vroiam sa vad ceva poze de pe un cont.Tot nu merge.Intru pe mail si incerc de acolo.Nimic.Ca sa aflu de la altii ca eu de mult nu mai sunt membra a hi5-ului.&lt;br /&gt;E clar ca e vorba de ceva/cineva de sus.Daca sa zicem..prin absurd...cineva mi-ar sti parola...in cel mai rau caz ar sterge contul...iar eu as putea sa il reactivez.Nu pot face absolut nimic.Ma loghez si imi apare mesaju ca n-am ce cauta la ei.Asta e bataie de joc?!!Chiar isi bat joc de mine? Chestia asta e asa de vreo 2 saptamani.Ca norocul ca eu  nu puneam suflet in hi5`u asta.Alte obsedate de hi5 cred ca ar intra in depresie daca ar pati asa ceva :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singura chestie de care imi pare rau e ca am pierdut cateva poze care imi erau chiar dragi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;App...daca a mai patit careva ceva de genu..si si-a rezolvat problema...dati-mi de stire printr-un mail.Ca nu merg comentariile :))&lt;br /&gt;Mie nimic nu-mi merge...nujt cum :)) Oricum...eu sa fiu sanatoasa! :)&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1838194742627283606?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1838194742627283606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1838194742627283606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1838194742627283606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1838194742627283606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/ceaucinci-e-pe-pl.html' title='CeauCinci e pe pl'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1786761438834290939</id><published>2009-04-11T11:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:13:22.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarani &amp; Taranci</title><content type='html'>Stiu ca nu am postat de mult pe nimic pe blog...dar am avut un program destul de incarcat.&lt;br /&gt;M-am apucat si de sala...plus am avut o gramada de chestii de facut pentru scoala.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt franta.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am fost la un majorat...si mi-a sunat intr-una in cap "Undeva in Balcani".Am adormit fredonand melodia si m-am trezit la fel cum m-am caulcat...adica fredonand-o.&lt;br /&gt;Ar cam trebui sa mananc ceva...ca nu am mancat aproape nimic ieri...numa` am baut...da` efectiv nu am pofta de mancare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se stie ca nu suport taranii...nu?Bai fratilor...nu va mai aduceti animalele de curte in Lotus la suc...ca va faceti de tot cacatu!Taranci!Merge omu sa ceara un foc...si taranca nu da!Dapoi normal....la birtu comunal se dau doar chibrituri moca...brichetele sunt scumpe.Si cum sa iroseasca ea gazu` cu tigara mea?Nu mai bine isi va aprinde ea o tigara in plus? Defapt...ce tigari!!! Frunze de nuc invelite in hartie. TARANCILORRRRR!!!   FAIN II LA ORAS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarancile nu pot lipsi nici de la majorate! Ar fi o crima...Dumnezeule! Maimutele...frumos aranjate...putzand a drogherie isi fac aparitia.Pacat ca habar n`au pe unde e intrarea.Si trageau ele frate de o usa inchisa...mai sa o scoata din balamale...si ce era mai grav...mai sa isi rupa tocurile. =))) Cum sa nu te caci pe tine de ras ca o vezi pe pitzipoanca cea mai potipongita in ipostaze penibile?! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu suport eu la taranii din Lotus(pe langa faptul ca se trag pe cur pentru un foc) ca nu stiu ca foloseasca nenorocita aia de usa rotativa!!! Bun venit la oras....OAMENI DE LA COADA VACII!!  Bai fratee....halouuu...lasa nene usa...ca se invarte singura...NU TREBUIE SA O IMPINGI CA SE BLOCHEAZAA!! De ce draq nu intri pe usa normala...daca cealalta se opreste cand iti vede fata("usa asta se blocheaza cand ma vede")!Saraca usa...o compatimesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A! Sa nu le uitam pe pitipoancele ce se caca fara nerusinare  si nu fac curat dupa ele.Ai perie...femeie!!!! Foloseste`o.Nu lasa ca o taranca ce esti cacat intins pe buda...ca mi se face rau si-mi trece pisarea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc la ieri la baie in Lotus.De pe langa Billy se simtea un miros greu :-&amp;. Credeam ca vine de la baia pentru masculi feroce.Da deundee....de la femele venea un iz de....nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc.Intru in baie.Un cor de trompete ma intampina.Ma abtin sa nu bufnesc in ras + voma.(Singura chestie ce imi starneste voma este mirosu` urat).Inteleg ca omu` mai mananca fasole din cand in cand...da hai sa fim seriosi....chiar asaaa??? N-o crapat buda?Nu m-as mira.Zici ca il chinuia pe careva talentu` de cantat la trompete.Ce trompeta....TROMBON!!&lt;br /&gt;Singura chestie interesanta era sa-i vad fata "cantaretei".Din pacate...cele 4 prietene pe la 35-40 de ani ies deodata din baie(Nu stiu cum de s-au sincronizat asa!) si merg la oglinda sa isi vada muianu satisfacut.Nu m-am prins care era talentata.Am evitat cabinele din care au iesit printesele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1786761438834290939?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1786761438834290939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1786761438834290939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1786761438834290939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1786761438834290939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/04/tarani-taranci.html' title='Tarani &amp; Taranci'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7340216105504069681</id><published>2009-03-26T20:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:54:29.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fel de...ghidul nesimtitului online :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmkVBUpAao4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/FmkVBUpAao4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mda :))) tare! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7340216105504069681?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7340216105504069681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7340216105504069681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7340216105504069681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7340216105504069681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-fel-deghidul-nesimtitului-online.html' title='Un fel de...ghidul nesimtitului online :))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1263299411800002009</id><published>2009-03-26T20:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:50:07.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words cand hurt or heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/ScvJwzzXNrI/AAAAAAAAALM/ArLZmA8PqnI/s1600-h/_Words_can_Hurt_or_Heal_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/ScvJwzzXNrI/AAAAAAAAALM/ArLZmA8PqnI/s200/_Words_can_Hurt_or_Heal_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317565625417545394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca imi voi face un obicei sa ma duc saptamanal la copilasii de la Casa Hambourg.Am fost si azi. Saptamana trecuta...Lore mi-a vazut inelul si aproape ca a plans ca ea nu are inel ca si al meu.I-am zis ca saptamana asta ii aduc si ei un inel.Am uitat! :| Nu ma asteptam sa isi aminteasca.Am ajuns cu cateva minute in urma fata de ceilalti..si am aflat ca Lore de mine a intrebat cum m-a vazut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai stiu daca vi-am spus sau nu...dar acesti copii am IQ-ul foarte scazut..si sunt copii ce au fost parasiti de parinti inca de mici.Singurul care are parinti este Alex ce sufera de autism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa merg la copii. Cred ca aproape nimeni nu se bucura sa ne vada cum se bucura ei.Lore...cea sensibila...aproape ca plange de fericire cand ne vede. Azi mi-a spus ceva foarte frumos..si venit din partea unui copil ca si ea...e si mai frumos: "Te iubesc!". Am strans-o in brate. M-a rugat din 2 in 2 minute sa nu uit saptamana viitoare sa ii duc inel.Le-a spus si celorlalti sa imi spuna sa nu uit...si sa  nu ma lase sa vin fara inel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petre vrea "iadio"(radio).Petre are aproape 22 de ani.E cel mai mare dintre cei de la C.H. dar...fizic nu se vede deloc.I-ai da cam...18 ani dupa fata...si vreo 12 dupa corp. Ii vom lua si la Petre radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand ii vad pe copiii astia...ma gandesc cat de cruda e viata.Cum unii avem tot ce vrem si nu putem aprecia.Si aici nu ma refer la chestii materiale...pentru ca haine, mancare, acoperis de-asupra capului au si ei.Ma refer la intelect...la capabilitati. Ne-am  nascut sanatosi...si nu stim aprecia chestia asta. Ii numim pe cei normali din jurul nostru idioti fara a face in prealabil legatura cu adevarata insemnatate a idiotului (DESI....CEI DE LA HAMBOURG STIU SA FOLOSEASCA UN GEAM TERMOPAN FARA SA IL STRICE...PE CAND ALTII DIN CLASA....NU STIU!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1263299411800002009?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1263299411800002009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1263299411800002009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1263299411800002009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1263299411800002009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-cand-hurt-or-heal.html' title='Words cand hurt or heal'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/ScvJwzzXNrI/AAAAAAAAALM/ArLZmA8PqnI/s72-c/_Words_can_Hurt_or_Heal_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6392848703671223198</id><published>2009-03-19T22:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:22:17.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi plina</title><content type='html'>Da! O zi foooarte plina am avut azi.Sunt rupta de oboseala.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea..a fost o zi frumoasa..simt ca am facut ceva bun.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am iesit de la scoala...am venit acasa...am mancat si eu ceva.&lt;br /&gt;La 4 am fost la Casa Hamburg.Da.Casa de copii.Munca de voluntariat. Chiar m-au impresionat copiii aia.Media varstei este de vreo...17 ani?! Cam asa.Am vorbit cu ei(cat am putut intelege din ce incercau sa zica) m-am jucat cu ei. Pacat ca...majoritatea rad de ei pentru dizabilitatile lor(mintale dar si fizice).Sincer..si eu radeam...dar nu in batjocura...ci efectiv..mi se parea amuzant cand vedeam un copil ca si ei pe strada.Imi venea sa rad cand ii vedeam comportamentul sau felul in care se chinuia sa scoata doua cuvinte...pe care trebuie sa ti le repete de vreo 3 ori ca sa intelegi ce vrea sa spuna.De multe ori poate sa iti repete si de 100 de ori...ca nu prea iti poti da seama ce inseamna gangureala pe care o scoate..cu toate ca are 18 ani.Copiii de acolo au IQ-ul foarte scazut.Sunt la stadiul de idioti(si nu o zic cu rea intentie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am stat vreo ora la suc un Down...unde am aflat ceva...foooarte...interesant si in acelasi timp fooarte socant.Dar nu mai conteaza :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns si pe la teatru.La piesa "Gaitele".A fost ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt obosita (:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6392848703671223198?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6392848703671223198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6392848703671223198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6392848703671223198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6392848703671223198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/zi-plina.html' title='Zi plina'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4932844520983116219</id><published>2009-03-16T00:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:27:52.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:):X</title><content type='html'>***Question: How does a girl who falls, no actually jumps eyes wide open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos come out unchanged? &lt;br /&gt;Answer: She doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Perhaps luck exsists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and the peace that comes from knowing that u just cant know it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Life happens when you're busy makng other plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Omission is betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***  Knowledge is a terrible and marvelous thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***  Maybe some secrets should just stay secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the end... we don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4932844520983116219?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4932844520983116219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4932844520983116219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4932844520983116219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4932844520983116219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html' title=':):X'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-15551982393299131</id><published>2009-03-08T23:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:40:57.592+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zic!</title><content type='html'>O parte dintre voi...din punctul meu de vedere...sunteti oameni degeaba!Am zis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-15551982393299131?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/15551982393299131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=15551982393299131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/15551982393299131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/15551982393299131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/zic.html' title='zic!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7515466635679683764</id><published>2009-03-08T23:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:39:52.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt o ciudata?!</title><content type='html'>Sunt o foarte ciudata ciudata?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata daca nu suport taranii? Daca ma irita simpla lor prezenta?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata daca nu am chef de vorbit cu cineva si incep sa iau la misto persoana respectiva?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata daca EFECTIV NU AM CHEF sa dau explicatii nimanui pentru faptele mele? Ce mama draq..singurii la care le datorez explicatii sunt parintii..ca ei ma hranesc si ma cresc...si tot ei imi dau bani! Clar?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca incerc ca fac ceea ce consider eu ca e mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca fac lucrurile astfel incat sa nu am mustrari de constiinta ulterior?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca sunt obraznica cu persoanele care nu stiu vorbi frumos cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca IMI TIN PARTEA?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca stiu sa vorbesc corect limba romana?Si pentru ca am obiceiul de a corecta persoanele care gresesc? Is this fucking wrong???&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca fac ceea ce consider eu ca ar trebui sa faca o prietena si ceea ce as aprecia foarte mult daca ar face respectiva prietena?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca nu`mi pasa de oamenii pe care nu-i cunosc? Hai sa fim seriosi!! Nu sunt Maica Tereza...ok?Nu te cunosc...nu ma cunosti...asta imi da dreptul de a ma durea in partea dorsala de tine sau de ce faci tu.Asta in cazul in care nu devin a dracului de fascinata de prostia de care dai dovada.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca tin la prietenii mei si nu vreau ca ei sa sufere?Taie-mi capul pentru asta!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca iti sunt superioara si asta te deranjeaza? De cand si pana cand ....in momentele in care simti ca nu prea ai sanse sa dai o replica cuiva...o numesti pe persoana respectiva "ciudata" doar pentru ca nu te poti ridica la nivelul ei?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca folosesc inversiuni in anumite exprimari? Ce-i frate...de cand si pana cand trebuie sa vorbesc asa cum vrei tu?!Vorbesc cum vreau! Nu te sodomizez sa stai sa ma asculti.Executa o intoarcere de 180 de grade...si vezi-ti de drum!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca pot sa te pun la punct fara sa te injur? Nu poti face fata subtilitatilor? Pai da...pe acolo pe la tara nu se stie pune o persoana la punct decat daca te iei de morti, morminte, mame, mortii mamelor, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ciudata pentru ca incerc pe cat posbibil sa imi traiesc viata asa cum vreau atfel incat...cand voi fi pe punctul de a ma duce de pe aici sa nu am niciun regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...daca la majoritatea intrebarilor vi se pare ca raspunsul este DA.....then, call me FREAK from now on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7515466635679683764?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7515466635679683764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7515466635679683764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7515466635679683764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7515466635679683764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunt-o-ciudata.html' title='Sunt o ciudata?!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3085743070241228845</id><published>2009-03-02T18:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:07:58.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>N-am avut niciun chef de scris pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu aveam ceva de facut si cand nu aveam..preferam sa lenevesc.&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani George pentru maine! :* &lt;br /&gt;Si...1 Martie fericit!&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa vina primavara  si pe urma vara.Sa scap de scoala...sa incep scoala de soferi, sa imi tin majoratul si sa ma duc la mare :X&lt;br /&gt;DA! Asta astept. Deja ne facem planuri pentru mare.Cautam cazare si de toate :X Can`t wait! Costinestiiiii here we come ;x;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3085743070241228845?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3085743070241228845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3085743070241228845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3085743070241228845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3085743070241228845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4486083590252842924</id><published>2009-02-21T01:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:28:45.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'>deci :D</title><content type='html'>Nu mai merg posturile si nu stiu de ce.Dar chestia asta e de ceva vreme buna...si eu doar acum am aflat.Oricum...avand in vedere ca blogul il am pentru mine nu insist sa aflu ce e cu ele si sa remediez problema.Daca aveti ceva sa imi transmiteti legat de blog...imi spuneti pe mess (apropo...stiti ca mi-am schimbat id-ul...nu? daca nu aveti id-ul nou trimiteti un e-mail si daca meritati vi-l dau.oricum persoanele care au fost interesate mi l-au cerut din timp).&lt;br /&gt;Mor de somn si cu toate astea nu vreau sa ma pun la culcare.Nu stiu de ce .&lt;br /&gt;Am avut azi o zi cat doua.Si inca am senzatia ca azi(e trecut de 12..nu?) e duminica.Probabil pentru ca nu am mers vineri la scoala fiind ziua scolii.LA MULTI ANI GOJDU!(liceu...cimitir ar tineretii mele :D )&lt;br /&gt;Saptamana asta nu m-am rupt  ca si saptamana trecuta:)) ceea ce e bine( prietenii stiu despre  ce vorbesc)...si nu va ganditi la tot felu de chstii cand spun "rupt".E vorba doar de bautura :)).Nu mai beau vodka pe stomacul gol never ever.M-am scarbit de ea si o perioada nu mai beau.Azi am luat doar cateva inghitituri.N-am avut chef de nimic.Mai mult am baut din apa pe care o aveam in geanta decat din bauturile de pe masa.Nu ma tenta nimic.Parca mi se facea greata numai cand ma uitam la ele.&lt;br /&gt;Da` am rasss!!! Si am rasss!! Si am stat si in frig doar ca sa radd! =)) Ce e mai amuzant decat jemcherul jmecherilor venind cu taticu` si plangand? :D Dragii de ei...trebuie sa intelegem...adolescenta e o perioada grea din viata omului.Toti avem crize de personalitate la un moment dat...numa ca nu toti dam pe afara da dashteptzi si bazatzi care estem.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut o zi lunga.Si imi dau seama ca sunt ft obosita pentru ca incep sa aberez intruna.Parca scriu degetele singure :)) Acum ii inteleg pe cei care daneaza "haus si trens (trance)"....cei care isi misca mainile de parca nu le-ar putea controla cu nuca din cutia craniana. Sunt funny:))&lt;br /&gt;Defapt...ce faci cand mergi in club? Bei, fumezi, dansezi...iar cand ai obosit de dansat te uiti la cat de schizofrenic si penibil daneaza unii :)) Macar razi bine.&lt;br /&gt;In dezordinea mea de idei am inceput sa zic ca am avut o zi plina.De dimineata la biblioteca(ca orice om care stie ce e aia ai a pasit vreodata in asa ceva), pe urna la cosmetica ( ca orice fata care se respecta).Un ceai in KOKOON cu vara`mea...la o barfa 2 3 4  :D si pe urma la solar.Am ajuns acasa intr-un final....am bagat ceva la ghiozdan, m-am aranjat repede si directia- bal.&lt;br /&gt;Am chef sa ma uit la un film desi mi-e extrem de somn.Sa ma uit...sa nu ma uit? Am filmu "New in town" (cred ca sa se numeste...mi-e lene sa verific).Sa ma uit pe comp sau sa ma duc la cinematograf?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaa maine e piesa la teatru? Macbeth?Am fost la premiera care nu a mai avut loc.Ca unei actrite i s-a facut rau si nu s-a mai jucat piesa.Vreau sa ma duc sa o vad.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e lene sa ma demachiez.Cred ca ma pun sa caut subtitrarea la film...si ma pun sa ma uit la el.Daca adorm bine..daca nu...nu &lt;br /&gt;Azi mi-au lacrimat ochii.Nu stiu daca stiti dar am ochelari pentru calculator...dar nu-i port.Cand au inceput s aimi lacrimeze ochii m-am dus la oftalmolog care mi-a spus ca ochii imi sunt obositi si mi-a recomadat ochelari pe care sa ii port cand stau la calculator...ca sa imi menajez cat de cat ochisorii.Nu ii port aproape deloc.Desi ar cam trebui. La bal nu mi-i puteam opri din lacrimat si ma usturau pentru ca a inceput sa imi curga rimelul.Se uitau toate pitzipoancele la mine crezand ca plang.N-am plans bah!!!Imi lacrimau ochii..atata tot.Si nu mai radeti ca niste fraiere cand vedeti pe care cu ochii in lacrimi...ca nu inseamna neaparat ca a luat liber de la iubit(asa cum se auzea prin spatele meu cand eram la baie si incercam sa imi opresc lacrimarea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vreo 3 sticle de apa in camera.Goale.Una ii plina defapt.Gata...am baut.&lt;br /&gt;Deci ma pun la somn.Deci noapte buna.Nu ma pun defapt la somn.Ma pun la film&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4486083590252842924?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4486083590252842924/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4486083590252842924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4486083590252842924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4486083590252842924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/deci-d.html' title='deci :D'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-513186329852639628</id><published>2009-02-17T17:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:43:47.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitzi talk in ora de chimie :))</title><content type='html'>- Cf Hormonica?&lt;br /&gt;- Bine...imi numar neuronii :D U cf Anestezie?&lt;br /&gt;- Si eu foarte bine.Numar o bila.&lt;br /&gt;- Ce blonda esti! =)) Mai ai de numarat?Suna-ma cand esti gata :P :X:X:X:X:*:*:*:*&lt;br /&gt;- Ok. Iti dau un mail :) Mai am un pic.Am trecut de jumatate.&lt;br /&gt;- Tare! Eu mor de somn pentru  ca toata noaptea am numarat stelele.Am ajuns la 13 mld. 731 ;;) La noapte le numar pe celelalte pe care nu am apucat.&lt;br /&gt;- Vezi sa nu le pierzi randu.&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-am facut semn pe geam sa nu uit unde am ramas.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu odata mi-am facut poza pe telefon.Am fost mai smechera.&lt;br /&gt;- OOOOO fata!!! Si acuma imi spui?:((&lt;br /&gt;- Pai fata!Faci poza!Si seara urmatoare te uti la poza si te uiti la cer sa stii unde ai ramas.....La mintea cocosului! &lt;br /&gt;- Pai fata!! Eu nu am minte de cocos.Eu am minte de gaina.Tu esti baiat sa ai minte de cocos?Dooooaaaammmneee fatthaa!!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu fata! Nu intelegi nimic!Esti varza! Noua ne place cocoselul..nu gaina! Doamne fata...&lt;br /&gt;- Eu stiu doar o chestie ce sa ne placa la amandoua! P*la! =)) ce cocosel visezi?Ti-e foame? Vrei pui rotisat?&lt;br /&gt;- Fataaaa! Stiu ca aia-i p*la.Asa se zice mai frumos....Fata noi nu suntem bagaboante...Vorbim frumos.&lt;br /&gt;- Aaaa...bine fata.Desi barbatii din Banbu asa vorbesc tot timpul.Intreaba "vrei p*la pentru 100 de Absolut?". Ei este prosti! :)) Cred ca nu-mi plac amandoo?Si daca mi-ar da numai p*la as fi multumita.&lt;br /&gt;- Fata! Nu fi proasta!Arata ca ai ceva in cap fataa!Nu te vinde pe 100.Fara 200 nu iei cocoselul....Da fata?Nu face de ras ONS-ul.&lt;br /&gt;- Bine fata! Vineri mergem in Banbu?Sa stiu daca scot banii de pe ultimele 3 luni de alocatie...sa avem pentru taxi.&lt;br /&gt;- Da fata...scoate numa pe inca o luna...sa vii sa ma iei si pe mine cu taxiu.In plus sa avem si de venit inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;- Da gasim un nenea dela...Pimp care sa ne duca.De ce pe toti nenea aia ii cheama asa? Ce coincidenta.Poate sunt frati si ala e numele de familie ;;)&lt;br /&gt;- Cred si eu fata.Altfel nu inteleg de ce la toti li se zice asa. Atunci fata gasim un nenea ca eu nu mai am alocatie.Mi-am scos-o si mi-am luat egari animal print si cordeluta de-aia cu trandafir roz ;;)&lt;br /&gt;- Of fata!!Numai la trandafiri iti sta capul! Eu mi-am luat cu insecte.Cu fluture.Ala e in trend.&lt;br /&gt;- Fataaaa nu ma innebuniii!!Am dat milionu` pe trandafir.Are si jvarovschi fata..Cum sa nu fie bun?Fata te mananc daca nu se uita masculii din Banbu la mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Dapoi fata....nu te uiti pe Eufoforia?Acolo zicea ca fluturele ii cel mai tare...n-ai vazut ca au tot timpul un fluture in coltul ecranului?De-aia!!! Ca e la moda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si gata...ca s-a sunat.&lt;br /&gt;Asta e o posibila discutie intre doua pitzipoance de Ban`bu :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-513186329852639628?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/513186329852639628/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=513186329852639628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/513186329852639628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/513186329852639628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/pitzi-talk-in-ora-de-chimie.html' title='Pitzi talk in ora de chimie :))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7662253512542858052</id><published>2009-02-16T00:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:20:39.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce ai face daca ai afla ca mai ai o saptamana de trait?</title><content type='html'>Nu as zice nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As face o excursie prin toate locurile pe care mi le-am propus sa le vizitez in viitorul apropiat, dar timpul nu imi permite: 1 zi in Dubai, 1 zi in Paris.As cumpara pentru fiecare persoana importanta din viata mea cate un suvenir care sa le aminteasca de mine.A treia zi mi-as lua prietenii si am merge in Amsterdam. A 4-a zi as face bungee jumping pentru ca imi doresc de mica sa fac chestia asta si pana acum nu am avut ocazia.Mi-as face un tatuaj cu pozele alor mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 5-a zi as sta singura de dimineata pana seara si as scrie niste ganduri frumoase pentru toti oamenii care au contribuit la formarea mea si carora le sunt recunoscatoare.Mi-as cere scuze pentru tot ce le-am gresit.In acelas jurnal as scrie toate chestiile interzise pe care le-am facut si pe care nu le regret.In afara de chestiile ce am promis sa le duc cu mine in mormant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 6-a zi mi-as rezerva-o tot mie.Mi-as petrece toata ziua intr-un salon de infrumusetare.As face baie in ciocolata.As sta 2 ore la masaj.Seara as da o petrecere cu prietenii mei si mi-as face poze cu ei.Vreau sa isi aduca aminte de mine asa cum am fost tot timpu...vesela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima zi mi-as petrece-o cu familia mancand tortul meu preferat pe care il face bunica.Mi-as face poze cu familia.As pune jurnalul pe care l-am scris intr-o cutie si le-as spune sa o deschida a doua zi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-as pune in pat, m-as da cu parfumul meu preferat, mi-as lua jucaria de plus in brate si as face nani-nani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da.E ora 12:20...si la ora asta, daca as afla ca mai am o saptamana de trait...m-as pune sa fac ce am scris mai sus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7662253512542858052?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7662253512542858052/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7662253512542858052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7662253512542858052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7662253512542858052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/ce-ai-face-daca-ai-afla-ca-mai-ai-o.html' title='Ce ai face daca ai afla ca mai ai o saptamana de trait?'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-1430794606940635059</id><published>2009-02-13T15:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:11:15.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am fost idle pentru cateva zile :))</title><content type='html'>N-am mai dat de cateva zile pe aici.Am fost obosita...si ...toate alea.Numa de net nu aveam chef.Deschideam compu` si ma puneam in pat...la film sau tv.&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp s-au intamplat chestii interesante :)))) funny.&lt;br /&gt;Au aparut niste bilete clandestine prin clasa.Biletelele criticau toata clasa.Nu se stie cine le-a lasat, dar exista anumite presupuneri.Nu se stie nimic concret.Oricum...eu nu-mi bat capul :))) am privit-o ca pe o gluma putin mai proasta.Cineva avea ceva de zis si nu a indraznit sa o zica personal.Fiercare are dreptul la o parere personala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A venit zapada...iar :D:D. Singura chestie naspa e ca te uzi in ultimul hal cand iesi afara.In rest e foarte frumos.De dimineatza, cand mergeam la scoala am trecut pe langa parcul 1 Decembrie.Asa frumos era totul...mi-a parut rau ca nu aveam aparatul foto la mine.Totul era imbracat in alb.Era...mirific :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca ma duc la bal.Nu ca mi-ar placea mie in mod deosebit la bal....dar ceva mai bun de facut nu gasesc ;))&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem pe acolo daca mai veniti careva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-1430794606940635059?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/1430794606940635059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=1430794606940635059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1430794606940635059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/1430794606940635059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-fost-idle-pentru-cateva-zile.html' title='Am fost idle pentru cateva zile :))'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7801854042288153802</id><published>2009-02-09T18:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:23:51.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gata vacanta!Macar am inceput scoala bine</title><content type='html'>Vacanta asta a fost destul de plictisitoare.Porbabil si pentru ca o asteptam cu atata nerabdare.Criza financiara...nimeni nu avea bani sa iasa.Macar m`am intalnit cu o parte din F3 gang ;;) mi-a fost dor de voi :*:*:*.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am fost prin Lotus sa ne bucuram de ultimele ore de vacantza.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate ca imi era groaza de ziua de azi...s-a dovedit a fi una chiar foarte buna.&lt;br /&gt;Prima ora ...franceza.Minune!! Nu a venit dira.Tot timpu venea...la fix...nu intarzia. A doua ora...fizica...n-am facut mare lucru.Pe urma mate...desigur...ca intotdeauna...am trecut la lectie noua.&lt;br /&gt;Urma sa avem cele mai naspa ore....3 ore de info...consecutiv.Si....miracol!!! Nu am facut ;;) &lt;br /&gt;Am inceput foarte bine sem al 2-lea.Am pasit cu toate (da...toate...ca asa vreau eu sa am mai multe) picioarele drepte  in noul semestru ;;) :X:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7801854042288153802?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7801854042288153802/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7801854042288153802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7801854042288153802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7801854042288153802'/><link 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alex: ca nam avut ocazia ?&lt;br /&gt;hed alex: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: cee?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pai...de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: moni tu esti ?&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: da&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: sau nu&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: jur&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: plauzilil&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: da ce motiv?&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: ai vrut asta candva?&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: eu nu cred ca esti tu &lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: &lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: la pc&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: eu sunt mey&lt;br /&gt;Mutiu Cristian: ma suni ?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;Andreiiiiiii: )&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pe bune...&lt;br /&gt;Andreiiiiiii: nu comentez&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: hai acuma...trebuie sa ai un motiv&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: ??&lt;br /&gt;Andreiiiiiii: nu am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;kalu.tzu: uite de'aia &lt;br /&gt;kalu.tzu: &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: de ce?&lt;br /&gt;kalu.tzu: na ca stiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: noi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: &lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: )&lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: ce plm te apuca &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pe bune...de ce?&lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: k nu vrem &lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: &lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: si k tu nu esti moni &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: cum sa nu fiu moni?)&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pe bune..da-mi un motiv plauzibil&lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: &lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: pt ca nu am avut nici unu intentia&lt;br /&gt;sebi din italia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: noi doi de ce nu ne-am pus-o pana acum?&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: ))))&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: huh ?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pe bune&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: da`mi un motiv plauzibil&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: de ce tre sa ne`o punem ? &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: de ce nu?&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: )&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: dar de ce da ?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pai...tu de ce nu ai vrea?&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: mony mama&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: de fapt stiu ca nu esti tu&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: jur ca is eu&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: pe bune&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: sunt sigur&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: intreaba`ma ce vrei din copilarie&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: din scoala&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: sa vezi ca sunt eu&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: ))&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: de ce nu ne`am pus`o?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: un motiv cauta&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: si`mi ajunge&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: trebuie sa ne`o punem ?&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: nu e bine asa ? &lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: nu intoarce intrebarea&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: u spune`mi de ce nu neam pus`o&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: ce motiv exista pt care sa nu ne`o punem&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: stai&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: ca probabil e ceva la mijloc&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: &lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: ca sa ne`o punem ?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: nu e nimic la mijloc&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: mony mama&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: mami...&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: tu ai chef de glume ?&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: nu&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Mik: vreau raspuns sincer&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: pentru ca nu e nevoie&lt;br /&gt;Da Durty Godfather Emil: sa ne`o punem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;tomi :P Tomi!: &lt;br /&gt;tomi :P Tomi!: si tu incepi&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da&lt;br /&gt;tomi :P Tomi!: &lt;br /&gt;tomi :P Tomi!: ne`o punem daca vrei &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: )))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: ??&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: &lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: ma faci sa rad&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: cine esti?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: pe bune&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: totusi cine esti?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: cine sa fiu...moni...pupi mik&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: mnoa...imi raspunzi?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sau te`ai intimidat?&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: nu m-am intimidat&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: dar nici macar nu stiu cine esti&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: )&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: http://forum.softpedia.com/index.php?showtopic=494301&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: zimi si mie cine esti&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: intra..si o sa iti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: )&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: trm poze&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: ca nu apare&lt;br /&gt;soso sosolino: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu pozeee&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: citeste&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: primu post&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: era o gluma&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: daca nu te`ai prins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: noi doi ce de nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: lolz&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: &lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: ce intr e asta&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: intrebare&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sa stiu&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: dar ce te-a apucat&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nimik&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: is doar curioasa&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sa stiu&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: pai nush&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: lolz&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: asa usor te intimidezi?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: orice motiv&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: nu m-am intimidat &lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: lolz&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: ai luat cumva droguri&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: &lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: nush poate esti prea fitzoasa&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: http://forum.softpedia.com/index.php?showtopic=494301&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: acuma razi si u umpik&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: doh ce prostie&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: mnoa...cand te plictisesti&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: fa`i si u la care&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: asa deci...is fitzoasaa??)&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: bineee&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: &lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: trebuia sa zic ceva&lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: &lt;br /&gt;yusuke uramesi: am crezut ca ai mancat ceva stricat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian:  care plm esti pe idu lui moni?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: is moni&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: pe bune&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da is curioasa&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian: ba nus cine plm esti da ar fi bine sa iesi de pe idu lui moni&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: inteaba`ma ce vrei&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: din scoala generala&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sa vezi ca is eu&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian:  noah moni fie mdp dac esti u sau nu pana la urma&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian: da dac ai chef de glume cauta pe altcinevapupi mik :*: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian:  care plm esti pe idu lui moni?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: is moni&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: pe bune&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da is curioasa&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian: ba nus cine plm esti da ar fi bine sa iesi de pe idu lui moni&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: inteaba`ma ce vrei&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: din scoala generala&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sa vezi ca is eu&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian:  noah moni fie mdp dac esti u sau nu pana la urma&lt;br /&gt;moisi marian: da dac ai chef de glume cauta pe altcineva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acuma?&lt;br /&gt;saylas oradea: noa..m`ai incurcat...&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: hai&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: tre sa existe un motiv&lt;br /&gt;saylas oradea: din pct tau de vedere care ar fii?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: pai eu te intreb pe tine&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu sa imi raspunzi&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: ca altfel nu te`asi fi intrebat ci doar am deschis subiectu&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: deci&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: astept raspuns&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: motiv&lt;br /&gt;saylas oradea: stai 2 sec sa trimit ceva si apoi&lt;br /&gt;saylas oradea: ma gandesc&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: oki&lt;br /&gt;saylas oradea: pt ca&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: ...?&lt;br /&gt;saylas oradea: mereu te`am vazut daca nu ca pe cea mai buna prietena ca pe o prietena ft apropiata si nu mi`a trecut niciodata prin muinte asa ceva si nu stiu...nu m`am gandit niciodata la asa ceva si cam asta cred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: noi doi de ce nu ne`am pus`o pana acum?&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: mnda&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: cine ii la calc&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: moni&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: cine sa fie?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: mnoa&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: ceva&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: nush&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: cum sa nu stii? te`ai intimidat?&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: nu&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da`mi un motiv&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: pentru care nu ne`am pus`o&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: ca am de unde alege shi nu stiu ce sa aleg&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: sa incep&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: is urat, prost, increzut oarecum&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: altcb?&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: altcv?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: e vorba de mine&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu de tine&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: pai nush&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: multe persoane ar avea probleme cu faptul ca ,sper ca nu te superi, ca esti scunda, da' asta nu la toata lumea &lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: shi imi car scuze daca te-am ofensat&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: shi imi ce*r scuze daca te-am ofensat&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: dar&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: eu vorbesc de tine&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: personal&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu ma intereseaza altii&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: tu ma interesezi&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: tu de ce nu ti`ai pune`o cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: pff greu de raspuns&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: de ce nu&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: pai poate din cauza ca suntem colegi de calsa&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: pai poate din cauza ca suntem colegi de clasa*&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: si ce treaba are una cu alta?&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: pff ai dreptate&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: aici ii vb de ce cred eu&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: deci raspunsul este : nu vad de ce nu&lt;br /&gt;Farcas Alin: faci o lista cu persoanele care shiar pune'o cu tn?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: fac asta : http://forum.softpedia.com/index.php?showtopic=494301&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si ar mai fi....da deja ii destul de lung postu :))&lt;br /&gt;apropo...sursa :  http://forum.softpedia.com/index.php?showtopic=494301&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-8925486355259536643?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/8925486355259536643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=8925486355259536643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8925486355259536643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/8925486355259536643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/noi-de-ce-nu-ne-am-pus-o-pana-acum.html' title='Noi de ce nu ne-am pus-o  pana acum?'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-4272334912295412997</id><published>2009-02-03T20:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:08:36.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi schimb id`u</title><content type='html'>Ca sa nu mai intrebe toata lumea de ce imi schimb idu, daca e aproape la fel:&lt;br /&gt;Well...am peste 600 de looserz cu care nu vb niciodata...ssi ii tin degeaba in lista.Nu mi se schimba statusu pentru ca sunt prea multi...si yahoo`ul e suprasolicitat.Mi-a luat mult pana sa-mi dau seama ca defapt e de la nr mare de oameni online.Mereu dadeam vina pe net si pe calculator.Messu` saracu il instalam de o gramada de ori....la mine nu mergea statusu....la altii care intrau de pe compu meu mergea.&lt;br /&gt;Deci (ca asa-mi place mie sa incep) am decis sa imi fac id nou.Nu il dau decat prietenilor apropiati sau oamenilor cu care imi face placere sa vorbesc din cand in cand.&lt;br /&gt;Daca vrea careva id`u meu nou...cereti-l cat timp mai intru pe cel vechi.Adica cateva zile.Daca nu ti-l dau inseamna ca nu-l meriti.&lt;br /&gt;Gata...plec ca intraziu iar...like always :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Bbye :D:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-4272334912295412997?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/4272334912295412997/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=4272334912295412997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4272334912295412997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/4272334912295412997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/imi-schimb-idu.html' title='Imi schimb id`u'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6966347936503980645</id><published>2009-02-01T16:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:56:35.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama naibii de criza financiara!</title><content type='html'>Nimeni nu are bani! Nimeni.Si eu care ma gandeam ca ai mei is aia rai ca imi spun mereu "ar trebui sa reduci din cheltuieli""Odata cu criza ar trebui si bugetul tau sa fie mai redus".&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma duc la film.Pt ca filmu ii fain...merita...etc.&lt;br /&gt;In plus, pentru elevi si studenti pretul scade de la 14 lei la 8.5 lei.Nu-i mult.&lt;br /&gt;Si cu toate astea...nimeni nu are bani.De nu am intrebat 20 de persoane daca nu vin la film si mi s-a raspuns "n-am bani"...n-am intrebat niciuna.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce se intampla :(( Jur.Bine ca macar Flaviu, Ank si Codrin au bani.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ajuta`va!!&lt;br /&gt;Asa excited is...jur :X:X ma duc la film...Ma duc la Twilight(pt a 2a oara)...si nu-s obdedata.Da alt film calumea la cimenatograf nu este...si eu vreau film neaparat.In plus ei vor Twilight pt ca nu l-au vazut...si pe mine nu ma deranjeaza sa`l revad :X Chiar deloc :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-6966347936503980645?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6966347936503980645/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6966347936503980645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6966347936503980645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6966347936503980645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/mama-naibii-de-criza-financiara.html' title='Mama naibii de criza financiara!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-640829226441301004</id><published>2009-02-01T01:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:08:54.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exista oameni ce nu stiu ce inseamna cocalar?!Nu cred!</title><content type='html'>pupi mik :*: esti cocalar?&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: ce?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: daca esti cocalar&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: ....&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: mda...dak o sa explici mia bn ce vrei sa zici te voi intelege....k la ora asta.....&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: cocalar&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: este o persoana care asculta manele in general...simte nevoia sa iasa in evidentza cu ceva....face chestii penibile...se lauda ca are o sticla de jack  sau trening adidas....sau isi face poza cu banii ...sa arate ca are bani&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: esti?&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: nu=))))))))&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: atunci de ce ai bani la avatar?&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: mo intrebat unu dak nu am cv poza cu bani...un prt bun&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: si nu am chef sa tot trm&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: si am puso la avatar&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: sa imi zik dak asta e&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: in primu rand nu asc MANELE!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: aham:))) si eu sunt printesa elizabeta &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: www.cocalari.com&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: crezi ce vrei&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: toti pe care ii vezi acolo&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sunt intr`o anumita masura cocalari&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: ma mir cum de nu stii ce inseamna cocalar&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: toata lumea stie&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: :| &lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: si ce muzica asculti?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: daca nu asculti manele?&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: de unde sa stiu dak nu fac parte din acele pers&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: house...hip-hop...rapp&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: dance&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu trebuie sa fii ca persoanele respective ca sa stii ce inseamna termenul&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: la fel cum stii ce inseamna gay sau poponar&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: nu trebuie sa fii poponar ca sa stii ce inseamna&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: :)&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: dar uh ce muzik asc?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: aproape orice....depinde de melodii&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: exceptand manelele&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sa stii ca un cocalar poate sa asculte si altceva...nu numai manele&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: cocalarul tzaran asculta manele&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: :)&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: cocalar e oricare e penibil si exagerat la un moment dat&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: :)&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: si altcv...? nu numai de "cocolar"..sa imi zici...nu ai&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: ?&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: asta mi`a sarit in ochi&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: si mai urat e...ca incerci sa te scoti&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: da nu`i nimic&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: asa faceti majoritatea&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: se accepta&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: ink nu ma cun.....sa poti vb despre mn k sunt k majoritatea...si sa ma cataloghezi pana nu ma cun....&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: dar e parerea tah&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: si tin cont de ea&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: la faza asta ai fost ca majoritatea&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: si ma bucur ca tii cont de parerea mea&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: e una cat se poate de verosimila&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: brb cam 5 min....merg la o tigara&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: sigur mergi la tigara? sau nu stii ce inseamna verosimil si n`ai ce sa zici?&lt;br /&gt;smoke ***: da merg la tigara&lt;br /&gt;pupi mik :*: bine...tigara placuta atunci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pariu ca nu stie ce inseamna? si nici n-a fost inspirat sa se uite repede in DEX ...sa vada si sa imi dea peste nas (de parca ar fi putut) :))....oricum...ma distreaza oamenii astia.Defapt...depinde de starea in care ma aflu.Daca ma prindea in toane mai proaste ii dadeam ignore.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca ma duc la somn (:|&lt;br /&gt;Good Night Stars! Good Night Moon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-640829226441301004?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/640829226441301004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=640829226441301004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/640829226441301004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/640829226441301004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/02/exista-oameni-ce-nu-stiu-ce-inseamna.html' title='Exista oameni ce nu stiu ce inseamna cocalar?!Nu cred!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-31009238279314668</id><published>2009-01-31T23:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:16:20.665+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The balkan girls</title><content type='html'>Deci da...azi nu am avut niciun chef de iesit pe undeva.Am fost cu Roxy la suc...si dupaia acasa intruna.N-am avut chef de nimik.Simteam nevoia sa l-e-n-e-v-e-s-c!&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am uitat cu mama la Eurovision.Spre deosebire de anii trecuti cand aveam si noi 1-2 melodii bune, anul acesta au fost mai multe melodii cu adevarat bune.Si nu...nu-mi place melodia Elenei Gheorghe...si me pare ieftina...no offence.Si nici a celor de la Blaxy Girl.E frumoasa melodia...dar nu mi se pare potrivita pt Eurovision.&lt;br /&gt;Formatiile care mi-au placut, fara a conta ordinea, sunt: Zero, Dalma, Tabassco. In starea care m-a cuprins doar aceste 3 formatii m-au facut sa vreau sa mai ascult odata piesele lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero-Sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=f73a5a4b5cfc29&amp;userid=bibizero&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=f73a5a4b5cfc29&amp;userid=bibizero&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabassco-Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=87c6a526dbfb14&amp;userid=abramburel&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=87c6a526dbfb14&amp;userid=abramburel&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalma- Love was never her friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=58a5d9489e5610&amp;userid=georgerdv&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;hash=58a5d9489e5610&amp;userid=georgerdv&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&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/7595719957705759540-31009238279314668?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/31009238279314668/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=31009238279314668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/31009238279314668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/31009238279314668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/balkan-girls.html' title='The balkan girls'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7469327359416338647</id><published>2009-01-31T18:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:34:25.434+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre gloss`uri</title><content type='html'>Am o gramada de gloss`uri care imi plac.Pe primul loc l`as pune pe WaterShine de la Maybelline.Pe locul 2 ar fi Delicious Secret de la Pimkie.3-De la Oriflame Gloss Booster.&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand imi aleg gloss`ul astfel incat sa nu fie lipicios.Nu suport glossurile ce iti lipesc buzele sau ti le usuca.&lt;br /&gt;Eu niciodata nu incerc luciurile de buze inainte sa le cumpar...pentru ca nu ai de unde sa stii cine s-a dat cu testerul inaintea ta...iar daca ai buze sensibile te poti trezi cu ceva herpes.Cu toate astea ar trebui incercat glossul macar pe mana...pentru a vedea ce textura are (in cazul in care ar particule stralucitoare...sa nu fie prea mari si urate).Pentru mine conteaza mult culoarea glossului.Cu cat mai discreta...cu atat mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Ruj nu folosesc deloc.Ma imbatraneste.Am buze destul de groase...si arata bine date cu ruj...doar ca imbatraneste.&lt;br /&gt;A...sa nu uit.Balsam de buze cu extract de menta.Sunt foarte bune..in special in perioada asta ...cand sufla vantul.Eu mi-am luat din Italia un balsam de buze...foarte klumea...si nici ca am mai gasit ceva de genu` in Romania.Tot ce am gasit era asa...cu vag miros de menta.Nu mai stiu de la ce firma era...dar a fost luat din farmacie...nu a fost scump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7469327359416338647?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7469327359416338647/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7469327359416338647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7469327359416338647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7469327359416338647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-glossuri.html' title='Despre gloss`uri'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7187841735468483580</id><published>2009-01-30T01:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:01:27.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTQ2NzUxMTAxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzEyMTIwMg@@._V1._SX270_SY400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTQ2NzUxMTAxN15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMzEyMTIwMg@@._V1._SX270_SY400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu de mult timp am ajuns acasa.Am fost la Miha si ne-am uitat la Twilight.Desi la inceput....nu m-a incantat numele filmului...dupa ce mi-a povestit Miha despre ce era vorba mi s-a parut interesant.Am venit acasa...am scos filmul...l-am pus pe stick si m-am dus la miha sa il vizionam.&lt;br /&gt;E muuult prea tare filmul.Si stiti ce mi-a placut mie cel mai mult? Ca in film nu s-a folosit "te iubesc" decat in relatia mama-fiica. Desi era clar ca Bella si Edward se iubeau...si amandoi erai dispusi sa faca orice pentru a fi impreuna...cu toate asta...nu si-au spus "te iubesc". Chestia asta...si multe alte faze fac filmul sa fie deosebit.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar am stat si m-am gandit...ca si eu as fi facut la fel ca si Bella.Din moment ce ti se ofera ocazia sa iti traiesti viatza fericita, la maxim...indiferent cat de lunga sau de scurta e...merita sa o faci.Cat iti aduce fericire...merita orice sacrificiu.Daca as iubi un vampir...si as stii ca sarutul lui s-ar s-ar putea dovedi fatal pentru mine si as muri....as prefera de 10 ori sa mor decat sa traiesc tot restul vietii gandindu-ma la el.M-as duce pe alte meleaguri cu constiinta impacata ca mi-am trait viata asa cum am vrut...fara sa-mi pese de urmari...si in plus...am murit fericita..in bratzele barbatului pe care il iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Poate sunt o ciudata...pentru ca e  ora 2...si eu am chef de aberat..si maine la ora 8 ma trezesc sa ma duc la scoala.Stiu ca nu vom face aproape nimic la scoala...decat ne vor recupera carnetele de note, dar eu la ora 8 oricum va trebui sa ma trezesc si vineri seara pe la ora 11 stiu sigur ca voi muri de somn...pentru ca nu am dormit destul noaptea asta.&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu pot dormi cand ajung acasa de la scoala...decat in momentele in care nu ma simt bine sau sunt bolnava.Ieri am dormit.Ma ustura gatu groaznic de abia vorbeam.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca va trebui sa imi scot amigdalele...ca deja nu mai pot.Cum beau un suc putin mai rece...gata-s...cu gatul in pioneza.&lt;br /&gt;A...si de maine ma fac fata cuminte.Ma duc la biblioteca sa imi scot ceva carte.Am de citit Chirita in provincie. Sper sa o si citesc...nu doar sa o scot de la biblioteca, ca peste 2 saptamani sa o returnez la fel cum am luat`o.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc la somn.Nb:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7187841735468483580?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7187841735468483580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7187841735468483580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7187841735468483580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7187841735468483580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3555185388216939420</id><published>2009-01-25T00:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:40:51.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes Man!</title><content type='html'>Acuma am ajuns acasa....am fost la cinematograf la "Yes Man".Ii ft fain filmu :)))=))&lt;br /&gt;M-am bine dispus. Faranushka si Soo-Mi sunt cele mai tari.La fel si petrecerile Harry Potter :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3555185388216939420?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3555185388216939420/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3555185388216939420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3555185388216939420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3555185388216939420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-man.html' title='Yes Man!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7946575285037616142</id><published>2009-01-24T01:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:02:31.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma simt oloaga</title><content type='html'>Nu va puteti imagina cum am venit acasa....nu...e imposibil!!!&lt;br /&gt;Un drum ce in mod normal il fac in 15 min...l`am facut in vreo 40?!...deabia mergeam.Ma tineam de Sime si de Kalu.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa muulte ore de stat pe tocuri..si dansat pe tocuri...simteam de parca as calca pe ace.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc Doamne, ca am ajuns intreaga acasa&lt;br /&gt;Mesi Teo k m-ai adus in batze pana sus...mersi Kalu k m-ai carat in spate...si mersi Sime ca tot drumu cat am mers pe jos m-ai lasat sa ma tin de tine.Ce m-as fi facut fara voi?:))) Cred ca as fi ajuns in 4 labe acasa....jur:)) Sper sa pot pasi maine :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7946575285037616142?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7946575285037616142/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7946575285037616142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7946575285037616142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7946575285037616142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/ma-simt-oloaga.html' title='Ma simt oloaga'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-3314061892448665700</id><published>2009-01-22T21:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:40:58.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iubesc greselile.</title><content type='html'>Cu toate ca simt ca nu mai suport scoala...pt ca am o gramada de materii cu media praf si acum ma chinui sa le corectez...am unele mici motive de bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc cand cineva greseste in favoarea mea.Se pare ca treaba asta se intampla destul de des in ultima vreme.Era si cazu...nu?:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-3314061892448665700?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/3314061892448665700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=3314061892448665700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3314061892448665700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/3314061892448665700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/iubesc-greselile.html' title='iubesc greselile.'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-25441027829888374</id><published>2009-01-22T15:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:23:27.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt o dezordonata</title><content type='html'>Asa sunt eu.Chiar asa rau e sa nu fii genu de om care sa stie exact unde se afla un anumit obiect?&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc la scoala fara sa imi fac patul.Ce e asa rau?Deabia am timp sa ma imbrac si sa imi pun caietele si cartile in geanta...ce timp de facut pat?&lt;br /&gt;Pe birou mereu am 100 de chestii pe care nu le folosesc tot timpul(ciocolata, servetele, pixuri, lumanari parfumate,pixuri, creion etc).Pe monitor am ceva carti si caiete, pe scaunul de langa mine-foi,carti,caiete.&lt;br /&gt;Hainele nu sunt aranjate regulamentar...mai degraba aruncate.Lacul de unghii...pe unde apuc.Si multe alte chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Ce`i asa rau in asta? &lt;br /&gt;Viata ar fi mult mai plictisitoare daca totul ar fi la locul lui.Unde e adrenalina pe care o ai cand cauti disperata dupa cureaua aia nenorocita, si stii ca intarzii daca nu pleci...si totusi nu te lasi si o cauti? Si sa stiti, ca asa...in dezordinea mea...de obicei stiu pe unde mi-s lucrurile.&lt;br /&gt;Am o viatza inainte in care sa fac curat dupa copilul pe care il voi avea.Ce voi face cand voi fi batrana?Curat si mancare.Deocamdata ma simt bine chiar daca prosopul imi sta pe calorifer...chiar daca geanta imi sta in mijlocul camerei...si chiar daca nu aspir de doua ori pe saptamana.Aspir rar.Noroc cu bunica :D.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa traiesc daca nu mi-s aranjate caietele si cartile in dulap....si nu ma enervez cand stiu ca am in sertar chestii care nu le-am folosit din clasa a 9-a.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi fac probleme ca nu am hainele pregatite dinainte cu o zi...si ca inainte cu 20 de minute sa ies din casa rascolesc tot dulapu` cautand.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am probleme daca las capaceulu de la gelul de dus deschis...si nici daca cremele de corp nu sunt aliniate milimetric una langa alta.Nu ma deranjeaza faptul ca luciurile de buze imi sunt in 13 locuri....cate unu in fiecare loc.Macar stiu ca mereu am unu la indemana.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt o perfectionista.Niciodata nu mi`a placut tot ce e perfect.Nimic nu e perfect pe lumea asta....de ce as fi eu?&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc sa las lucrurile pe maine.Pt mine mereu exista maine.&lt;br /&gt;Cum zicea si Nasty...camera mea e de adolescentina asa...mai...rebela.Si comenta absolut orice lucrusor ce nu era la locul lui. Cat timp pe mine nu ma deranjeaza un obiect ...inseamna ca nu e "in plus" in locul respectiv.Cand ma va deranja, il voi muta.&lt;br /&gt;Am si eu momente in care fac curat in camera...da` asta nu se intampla zilnic.Eu nu imi programez ca ajung acasa si imi aranjez caietele in dulap...sau imi strang hainele de pe scaun.Daca am chef, fac...daca nu,nu.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca va veni o zi in care voi renunta la obiceiurile astea de nu pune lucrurile la locul lor.Nu astept ziua aia.Cand ziua aia va veni...ma voi maturiza muult prea tare....si iubesc al dracului de tare adolescenta.Sunt si adolescenti ordonati, perfectionisti...dar la ei...schimbarea se face probabil pe alt plan.La mine mai mult ca sigur va fi pe partea cu "pune fiecare obiect la locul lui".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-25441027829888374?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/25441027829888374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=25441027829888374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/25441027829888374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/25441027829888374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunt-o-dezordonata.html' title='Sunt o dezordonata'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-7483862622286629655</id><published>2009-01-20T15:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:14:26.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>L-am trimis pe tati sa imi duca rds`u la reparat.Ca mi s-a ars bateria  inainte de Craciun.Si guess what?! Mergea!&lt;br /&gt;Ma tot intreb cum.Bateria era fierbinte.Dupa ce s-a racit...nu mai pornea deloc.cateva zile tot l`am frecat...ca poate poate isi revine.Dupa Craciun m-am conformat cu gandu ca ...s-a dus telefonu. Acum merge.Cu aceeasi baterie.&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-7483862622286629655?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/7483862622286629655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=7483862622286629655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7483862622286629655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/7483862622286629655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-2715444931992686524</id><published>2009-01-15T22:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:49:04.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am copil emooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,22,0" width="300" height="420"&gt;&lt;param name=movie value="http://www.mindistortion.tv/pocketemo/pocketemo.swf?dataStr=2-2-7-3-1-1-1-0-1&amp;emoName=emonel"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name=quality value=high&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mindistortion.tv/pocketemo/pocketemo.swf?dataStr=2-2-7-3-1-1-1-0-1&amp;emoName=emonel" wmode="transparent" quality=high pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 150px; position: relative; top: -405px; left: 145px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindistortion.tv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mindistortion.tv/pocketemo/blank.gif" border="0" width="150" height="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il cheama emonel :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7595719957705759540-2715444931992686524?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/2715444931992686524/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=2715444931992686524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2715444931992686524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/2715444931992686524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-copil-emooo.html' title='Am copil emooo'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7595719957705759540.post-6944116069790204653</id><published>2009-01-13T20:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:59:17.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That`s Amore!!</title><content type='html'>Nu...nu emisiunea de pe Mtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost duminica la o piesa de teatru.Dragutza piesa."Descult in parc". Este vorba despre un cuplu proaspat casatoriti, avocatul Paul si sotia lui Connie.Cei doi isi iau chirie intr`un micutz apartament la etajul 5 al unui bloc fara lift.Impreuna, ei invata cum sa isi pastreze dragostea in acel micutz si pricajit apartament.Am auzit ca este si film ;;)....is curioasa daca e la fel de reusit ca piesa de teatru.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaa si..."soundtrack"`ul (daca il pot numi asa) al piesei de teatru este That`s Amore.&lt;br /&gt;Dragutu de Teo a cautat melodia...si acum imi trebuie pizza :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpPvl0X1hKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=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/UpPvl0X1hKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/7595719957705759540-6944116069790204653?l=pupimik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/feeds/6944116069790204653/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7595719957705759540&amp;postID=6944116069790204653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6944116069790204653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7595719957705759540/posts/default/6944116069790204653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pupimik.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-amore.html' title='That`s Amore!!'/><author><name>pupi mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00118857766282887326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zfMTIa_7BtA/SvnLGy8kDII/AAAAAAAAAQw/owcEv3Xdu7I/S220/IMG_3081ui.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
