<?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-5764073153944689802</id><updated>2012-02-10T17:15:15.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suflet pierdut...</title><subtitle type='html'>Smile :) Don`t kill anyone !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8163817079101922550</id><published>2011-12-25T13:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:41:55.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Craciun Fericit !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  Ho Ho Ho !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciun Fericit tuturor alaturi de persoanele dragi !!! 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;.... a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4796245990758755266?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4796245990758755266/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4796245990758755266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4796245990758755266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4796245990758755266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-you.html' title='Missing you...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wA4ppvp2IzY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8631784929466686987</id><published>2011-07-09T11:23:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:33:20.657+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PaPQLaced2Q/ThgRU0B-fQI/AAAAAAAAArg/2WXZPFKPwIY/s1600/sagrada-familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PaPQLaced2Q/ThgRU0B-fQI/AAAAAAAAArg/2WXZPFKPwIY/s320/sagrada-familia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627266783661423874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3flduBW9BU/ThgRH4AEhEI/AAAAAAAAArY/pQzsn0rT8sI/s1600/RomaCastelSantAngelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P3flduBW9BU/ThgRH4AEhEI/AAAAAAAAArY/pQzsn0rT8sI/s320/RomaCastelSantAngelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627266561388872770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                   Roma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er3311bHopw/ThgQ-f3Le8I/AAAAAAAAArQ/NsDLIPmcCu4/s1600/paris%25288%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-er3311bHopw/ThgQ-f3Le8I/AAAAAAAAArQ/NsDLIPmcCu4/s320/paris%25288%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627266400290307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                      Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgWrk_UWEV8/ThgQzlU2voI/AAAAAAAAArI/E5bVlPhZbC8/s1600/Empire-State-Building-in-New-York_General-view_4361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgWrk_UWEV8/ThgQzlU2voI/AAAAAAAAArI/E5bVlPhZbC8/s320/Empire-State-Building-in-New-York_General-view_4361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627266212778393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                   New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Li_o2TKgBmw/ThgQbUlhlKI/AAAAAAAAArA/3_DUtX_lFAA/s1600/Noapte-in-Oslo-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Li_o2TKgBmw/ThgQbUlhlKI/AAAAAAAAArA/3_DUtX_lFAA/s320/Noapte-in-Oslo-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627265795968046242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                         Oslo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOL0FChVFw/ThgQM0tBv4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/AA02mAair9I/s1600/londra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOL0FChVFw/ThgQM0tBv4I/AAAAAAAAAq4/AA02mAair9I/s320/londra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627265546891411330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                            Londra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7zWdHMYa7Y/ThgQFm-F_sI/AAAAAAAAAqw/wn7vlDeoIDY/s1600/bucuresti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g7zWdHMYa7Y/ThgQFm-F_sI/AAAAAAAAAqw/wn7vlDeoIDY/s320/bucuresti1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627265422945812162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                       Bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;O pasiune mai veche, visuri de mult uitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8631784929466686987?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8631784929466686987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8631784929466686987&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8631784929466686987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8631784929466686987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PaPQLaced2Q/ThgRU0B-fQI/AAAAAAAAArg/2WXZPFKPwIY/s72-c/sagrada-familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2864939813182011243</id><published>2011-06-18T08:28:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T09:05:44.915+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-aș fi eu fără tine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" - Nu durerea a fost problema. Durerea te face să suferi, dar nu te doboară. Problema a fost singurătatea pe care o aduce cu sine durerea  și care e ceea ce te omoară fierbându-te la foc mic, te rupe de ceilalți și de lume. Și scoate la lumină tot ce-i mai rău în tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    -  Întotdeauna e periculos să iubești.  &lt;span&gt;A iubi înseamnă a spera să câștigi totul riscând totul.&lt;/span&gt; Dar uneori mai înseamnă și să accepți riscul de a fi iubit mai puțin decât iubești tu însuți. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Se spune că poți recunoaște o mare iubire atunci când îți dai seama că singura ființă care te-ar putea consola este tocmai aceea care ți-a făcut rău. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Se iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cu o iubire care le-a intrat în sânge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Într-o beție permanentă .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;În clipă și întru eternitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Și în același timp, teama e pretutindeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teama de lipsa celuilalt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teama de a se trezi fără oxigen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E certitudine și confuzie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E, deopotrivă, tunet și nimicire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E cea mai frumoasă dintre primăveri, cea mai violentă dintre furtuni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Și totuși, se iubesc. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Citatele sunt extrase din cartea "Ce-aș fi eu fără tine?"  de Guillaume Musso, pe care de abia am terminat să o citesc. Mi-a fost dor de o carte bună după atâtea examene și mi-a plăcut foarte mult. Nu e doar o poveste de dragoste, ci se îmbină puțin și cu o poveste cu iz polițist, dar poate reprezenta și o călătorie de inițiere pentru personajul principal masculin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=qjvgwin2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=qjvgwin2" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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tine?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1277793337012470925</id><published>2011-05-24T16:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:59:19.471+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" height="314" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=s3d7k512"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.vplay.ro/f/embed.swf?key=s3d7k512" 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p3bFOT1e-AU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If it`s wrong, then why do you make so happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4101738651748602433?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4101738651748602433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4101738651748602433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4101738651748602433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4101738651748602433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/p3bFOT1e-AU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3912775316047996827</id><published>2011-04-27T18:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T18:36:56.539+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acel cineva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-liHIKctXsyg/Tbg25ZP0iYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pmTOj94s6x8/s1600/true_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-liHIKctXsyg/Tbg25ZP0iYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pmTOj94s6x8/s320/true_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600286496292899202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Există persoane în viaţa fiecăruia pe care ar trebui să le privim ca atare - de exemplu o profesoară sau chiar un simplu amic , dar pe care, din diverse motive, le privim altfel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-un simplu cineva devine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; acel cineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce faci atunci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E greşit ce simţi ?Sau de fapt nu simţi nimic şi totul e în mintea ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce e atât de greu să găseşti acea persoană potrivită, perfectă pentru tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M-am săturat de atâtea întrebări.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-3912775316047996827?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-liHIKctXsyg/Tbg25ZP0iYI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pmTOj94s6x8/s72-c/true_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3730237988661119628</id><published>2011-04-24T11:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T11:07:10.545+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paște Fericit !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APdbOD1dWAU/TbPZuxK7qpI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WlBWwq7UN9A/s1600/greeting_0212684001208878993_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APdbOD1dWAU/TbPZuxK7qpI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WlBWwq7UN9A/s320/greeting_0212684001208878993_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599058159248059026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vyJC-GJJnB8/TbPZlYkaS3I/AAAAAAAAAqU/lowTz2LJq4o/s1600/Hristos-a-inviat%25211.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                Sărbători fericite cu tihnă sufletească alături de cei dragi !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R3-SbzHa3HI/TbPZZhanulI/AAAAAAAAAqM/f4dBuJk3Izk/s1600/greeting_0212684001208878993_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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!!!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APdbOD1dWAU/TbPZuxK7qpI/AAAAAAAAAqc/WlBWwq7UN9A/s72-c/greeting_0212684001208878993_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-782682476589321790</id><published>2011-04-17T17:09:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:30:38.014+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFA3CRQzaro/Tar42eReSaI/AAAAAAAAApk/5T9hJzRgOoc/s1600/wallpaper_flori_imagini_flori_poze_flori_in_soare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFA3CRQzaro/Tar42eReSaI/AAAAAAAAApk/5T9hJzRgOoc/s320/wallpaper_flori_imagini_flori_poze_flori_in_soare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596559101684238754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          De fapt, este o zi perfectă. E soare, e cald, adierea vântului îți mângâie fața și pretutindeni se aud ciripind păsărele și râsete de copii. Toată natura s-a trezit la viață, și odată cu ea, și noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nu pot să înțeleg de ce pierdem atât de mult timp din viață făcându-ne tot felul de griji inutile, când fericirea și liniștea noastră vin din lucruri mărunte- un răsărit de soare, un zâmbet plin de duioșie sau o privire caldă. Aceste gesturi contează așa de mult pentru fiecare dintre noi, dar din ce in ce mai mulți uită de aceste gesturi mărunte care pot să îți facă ziua perfectă. Tot ce trebuie să facem este să TRĂIM AICI ȘI ACUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Pentru mine, azi e o zi perfectă , oricât de departe aș fi de casă și de oamenii dragi. Și să nu uităm și de însemnătatea sărbătorii de azi - care nu e doar Duminica Floriilor- ci prevestește ceva mult mai important și plin de valoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O săptămână ușoară !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-782682476589321790?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/782682476589321790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=782682476589321790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/782682476589321790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/782682476589321790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-zi-frumoasa.html' title='A nice day !'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gFA3CRQzaro/Tar42eReSaI/AAAAAAAAApk/5T9hJzRgOoc/s72-c/wallpaper_flori_imagini_flori_poze_flori_in_soare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6923919940045009864</id><published>2011-04-05T19:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:27:47.801+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAtiTpYQIyQ/TZtC-8Uol7I/AAAAAAAAApc/kZWoy7oW8wo/s1600/ttw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAtiTpYQIyQ/TZtC-8Uol7I/AAAAAAAAApc/kZWoy7oW8wo/s320/ttw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592137011422599090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6923919940045009864?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6923919940045009864/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6923919940045009864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6923919940045009864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6923919940045009864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAtiTpYQIyQ/TZtC-8Uol7I/AAAAAAAAApc/kZWoy7oW8wo/s72-c/ttw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7849083746958707657</id><published>2011-03-25T19:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:49:28.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce titlu vrei tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de casa, nu am de ce sa neg acest lucru... Dar in acelasi timp, sunt constienta ca trebuie/vreau sa imi fac o viata a mea , aici. Dar cu ce cost oare? De ce simt ca din ce in ce mai mult ma indepartez de vechea "eu", de prietenii mei, de familie? Si stiu ca numai eu sunt vinovata de distanta aceasta care e mai prezenta ca intotdeauna. Nu pot sa ma mai duc asa des acasa- drumul e lung si as sta doar o zi, si dupa iar as pleca. Si iar imi va fi greu sa ma obisnuiesc cu singuratatea de aici...Si de aceea, cred ca prefer sa stau, sa traiesc in rutina de zi cu zi- facultate, acasa, iesit, cel mai des in weekend-uri, pentru ca nu am timp in alta zi. Dar nici nu pot sa spun ca regret deciziile pe care le iau. Parca s-ar duce o lupta in interiorul meu-intre "noua eu " si "vechea eu". Si cam incepe sa se vada cine castiga. Dar nu e rau asa. Tot ce fac, fac pentru mine. Si mai mult ca sigur , e o gandire egoista. Dar stiu ca persoanele care imi vor binele , se bucura pentru mine si pentru ceea ce realizez in fiecare zi. Adica, suna laudaros si asa, dar muncesc mult pentru a-mi face un loc aici, pentru a-mi crea un scop zi de zi pe care sa il urmez. In fiecare seara, cand ma pun in pat, ma simt extenuata . Cateodata simt ca e prea mult si imi vine sa arunc totul pe geam, sa ma urc in tren si sa ajung acasa- pentru ca e adevarat ce se spune- nicaieri nu e mai bine ca acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deja a trecut jumatate de an si vad ca pe zi ce trece, ma schimb din in ce mai mult. In bine sau rau, poate doar timpul o va spune. Dar, in momentul de fata, nu mai stiu cine sunt.Ca si titlul blogului, sufletul meu e pierdut undeva pe drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cum am mai spus mai sus, nu e rau aici. Azi a fost o zi buna, mai ales ca a fost si sarbatoare, o zi plina de soare si de ganduri optimiste si stiu ca, azi , cand ma pun in pat, sufletul meu e plin de speranta ca vor veni zile mai bune, ca maine voi face mai mult decat ce am facut azi, ca voi fi mai buna decat azi.&lt;br /&gt; Doar pentru acest lucru traim, nu? Sa fim din ce in ce mai buni&lt;br /&gt;si nu ma refer la cariera sau bani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/trSULf9nZ4c" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7849083746958707657?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7849083746958707657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7849083746958707657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7849083746958707657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7849083746958707657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/03/ce-titlu-vrei-tu.html' title='Ce titlu vrei tu'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/trSULf9nZ4c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5937969352781781470</id><published>2011-03-25T07:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:15:36.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not coming home</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k-ImCpNqbJw" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5937969352781781470?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5937969352781781470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5937969352781781470&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5937969352781781470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5937969352781781470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-coming-home.html' title='Not coming home'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k-ImCpNqbJw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1381491391435296496</id><published>2011-02-15T21:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:28:38.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqIFEmGKbQE/TVrThh0SBXI/AAAAAAAAApU/DM2RfGAoIWE/s1600/osho%2Bquote%2Bapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqIFEmGKbQE/TVrThh0SBXI/AAAAAAAAApU/DM2RfGAoIWE/s320/osho%2Bquote%2Bapril.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574000061791208818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1381491391435296496?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1381491391435296496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1381491391435296496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1381491391435296496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1381491391435296496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cqIFEmGKbQE/TVrThh0SBXI/AAAAAAAAApU/DM2RfGAoIWE/s72-c/osho%2Bquote%2Bapril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1899260217494128038</id><published>2011-01-31T21:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:55:12.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Don`t lower your expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TUcTFIC78mI/AAAAAAAAApI/qF-A_gmRUsw/s1600/baby-boy-laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TUcTFIC78mI/AAAAAAAAApI/qF-A_gmRUsw/s320/baby-boy-laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568440443046982242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TUcS_voHHcI/AAAAAAAAApA/KPQWRkER9Iw/s1600/156770_183969371616573_123082367705274_702509_5724001_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;When life hands you a disappointment, don't lower your  expectations. Raise those expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  If you're having trouble reaching your goals, don't give up  on those goals. Make them even more ambitious and even more  meaningful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  Yes, life can be filled with inconvenience, frustration, and  disappointment. The people you deal with can be rude,  incompetent, arrogant and downright abusive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  But you don't have to let any of it get to you. Just as  easily as you can choose to be angry, you can choose to be  positive, productive, purposeful and enthusiastic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  When the negativity gets thick, respond with positive  enthusiasm. For that is precisely when it can have the most  powerful effect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  When being positive is not working out, double down on your  positivity. Base your response not on how life has been, but  on how you would like it to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   -- Ralph Marston&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1899260217494128038?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1899260217494128038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1899260217494128038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1899260217494128038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1899260217494128038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-life-hands-you-disappointment-dont.html' title='Don`t lower your expectations'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TUcTFIC78mI/AAAAAAAAApI/qF-A_gmRUsw/s72-c/baby-boy-laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7906896233270582057</id><published>2011-01-28T11:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:16:57.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Love Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zlGwdCNO7Lo" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7906896233270582057?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7906896233270582057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7906896233270582057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7906896233270582057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7906896233270582057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-love-love.html' title='Love Love Love'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zlGwdCNO7Lo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-748054725507244184</id><published>2011-01-26T10:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:16:26.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cred că ai un început de depresie. Revino-ți !!! Viața merge înainte și tu trebuie să mergi cu ea !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trebuie să ne asumăm deciziile pe care le-am luat -bune sau rele- și să învățăm să trăim cu ele , pentru că ele ne-au adus unde suntem acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-748054725507244184?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/748054725507244184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=748054725507244184&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/748054725507244184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/748054725507244184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/01/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake up call'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5764454733707354236</id><published>2011-01-16T11:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:16:20.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sF8eMK6dUXA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sF8eMK6dUXA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel real love... I miss it too much ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5764454733707354236?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5764454733707354236/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5764454733707354236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5764454733707354236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5764454733707354236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2011/01/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4858686952432189081</id><published>2010-12-17T19:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:55:33.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at last... or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GbKEzf55b04" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4858686952432189081?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4858686952432189081/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4858686952432189081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4858686952432189081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4858686952432189081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-at-last-or-not.html' title='Home at last... or not?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GbKEzf55b04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2348964191380267878</id><published>2010-12-12T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T11:49:09.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vreau zapada !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mN7LW0Y00kE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2348964191380267878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2348964191380267878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4899826253321519741</id><published>2010-12-06T21:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:11:08.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia de azi</title><content type='html'>Pentru a incepe o noua saptamana cu bine si pentru ca se apropie cea mai frumoasa sarbatoare din an, va propun sa ascultati cate o melodie specifica Craciunului si Anului Nou, in fiecare zi... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, desi e cam tarziu, o sa incep cu o melodie care mie imi place mult , si ca sa ne amintim putin de Craciunul trecut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMuC5CNRxkQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/sMuC5CNRxkQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" 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/5764073153944689802-4899826253321519741?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4899826253321519741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4899826253321519741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4899826253321519741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4899826253321519741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/12/melodia-de-azi.html' title='Melodia de azi'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4578398193926052996</id><published>2010-11-14T21:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:44:43.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TOA6PXbb1fI/AAAAAAAAAn0/V29j-1f4BIs/s1600/14639_100203840006688_100000512160198_2471_3485729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TOA6PXbb1fI/AAAAAAAAAn0/V29j-1f4BIs/s320/14639_100203840006688_100000512160198_2471_3485729_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539491577327244786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;How it hurts to need someone that much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know what love is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Because I feel so lost in this big world -so big that I can`t face it... I`m here, You`re there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Howie day-Collide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Ro2x2y/104ef811fc8ec1.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=Ro2x2y&amp;amp;hash=104ef811fc8ec1&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Ro2x2y/104ef811fc8ec1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=Ro2x2y&amp;amp;hash=104ef811fc8ec1&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/diverse" title="diverse"&gt;  Asculta  mai multe  audio   diverse &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.trilulilu.ro%2FRo2x2y%2F104ef811fc8ec1&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=448&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=80&amp;amp;ref=trlfbmbdlk" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:448px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4578398193926052996?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4578398193926052996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4578398193926052996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4578398193926052996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4578398193926052996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TOA6PXbb1fI/AAAAAAAAAn0/V29j-1f4BIs/s72-c/14639_100203840006688_100000512160198_2471_3485729_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1851419264245249132</id><published>2010-10-06T20:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:43:18.482+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TKy0ePguIDI/AAAAAAAAAns/6BagcO09Ot8/s1600/yya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TKy0ePguIDI/AAAAAAAAAns/6BagcO09Ot8/s320/yya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524989274529603634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Some things are true, whether we want them to be or not. Thoughts become words, words become actions, actions become habits, habits become character and character … well, character becomes destiny. It’s a hard thing to look deep down and examine our character. Will you do the right thing even if no one is looking? When is not convenient or it’s really hard? Or we do the right things simply because we have to? Because it’s who we are. Because it’s right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Being Erica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, do we really do the right things because we have to? Or because we want to? And if we do it because it`s the right thing to do, where does this leave us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1851419264245249132?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1851419264245249132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1851419264245249132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1851419264245249132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1851419264245249132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/10/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TKy0ePguIDI/AAAAAAAAAns/6BagcO09Ot8/s72-c/yya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2443883307357083631</id><published>2010-08-13T18:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:28:27.653+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe in, Breathe out</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4BrqNkYnzU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/H4BrqNkYnzU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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;  Sometimes you just need one next too you... not many....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :    Va rog da-ti un click pe &lt;a href="http://soferderomania.promotor.ro/Dica1Love"&gt;http://soferderomania.promotor.ro/Dica1Love&lt;/a&gt;  pentru a ma ajuta sa merg mai departe !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2443883307357083631?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2443883307357083631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2443883307357083631&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2443883307357083631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2443883307357083631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/08/breathe-in-breathe-out.html' title='Breathe in, Breathe out'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8188015804495397545</id><published>2010-07-29T16:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:36:13.197+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TFGC8yK-kvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ch-dWrvRCWs/s1600/erta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TFGC8yK-kvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ch-dWrvRCWs/s320/erta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499320600767664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;" &gt;If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it.  ~Mary Engelbreit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want.  ~Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--CUL; If you haven't all the things you want, be grateful for the things you don't have that you didn't want.&amp;#160; ~Author Unknown; FD--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8188015804495397545?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8188015804495397545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8188015804495397545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8188015804495397545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8188015804495397545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-cannot-be-poet-be-poem.html' title='If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TFGC8yK-kvI/AAAAAAAAAnc/ch-dWrvRCWs/s72-c/erta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2264822456460057390</id><published>2010-06-28T23:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:10:40.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca o zi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TCkBYywIkEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nwolgUu-Xx4/s1600/road+to+nowhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TCkBYywIkEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nwolgUu-Xx4/s320/road+to+nowhere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487919146379808834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cu pasi mici , un drum se construieste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/RoxyMimi/cb60510bc86caa.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=221&amp;amp;titluEmbed=The%20Saturdays%20-%20Missing%20You"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/RoxyMimi/cb60510bc86caa.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=221&amp;amp;titluEmbed=The%20Saturdays%20-%20Missing%20You"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2264822456460057390?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2264822456460057390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2264822456460057390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2264822456460057390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2264822456460057390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/06/inca-o-zi.html' title='Inca o zi...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TCkBYywIkEI/AAAAAAAAAnU/nwolgUu-Xx4/s72-c/road+to+nowhere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3875714205475414634</id><published>2010-06-15T20:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:42:20.679+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Make &amp; Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TBe6_cBYQhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/49fLvoLquLo/s1600/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TBe6_cBYQhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/49fLvoLquLo/s320/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483056670363370002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dazzoo/fbb8b64044dba6.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=264&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Jason%20Mraz%20-%20Life%20is%20Wonderful"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dazzoo/fbb8b64044dba6.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=264&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Jason%20Mraz%20-%20Life%20is%20Wonderful"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-3875714205475414634?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/3875714205475414634/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=3875714205475414634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3875714205475414634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3875714205475414634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-believe.html' title='Make &amp; Believe'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/TBe6_cBYQhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/49fLvoLquLo/s72-c/happiness_quotes_graphics_01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8181443833977548294</id><published>2010-06-02T12:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:35:50.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In spiritul zilei de ieri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kR2iqN7Js9k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/kR2iqN7Js9k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let`s make  a change !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8181443833977548294?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8181443833977548294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8181443833977548294&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8181443833977548294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8181443833977548294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-spiritul-zilei-de-ieri.html' title='In spiritul zilei de ieri...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6548088773892413015</id><published>2010-05-22T21:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:01:07.679+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reguli sau regrete?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S_gperacdUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gBRtQbTftig/s1600/whitedove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S_gperacdUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gBRtQbTftig/s320/whitedove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474170954095293762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S_gpQEYNYkI/AAAAAAAAAmM/uVmBIeOrIi4/s1600/colorsplash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ce mult ne-am schimbat... Am crescut si totul pare altfel. Unde e libertatea pe care obisnuiam sa o avem? Respir aici un aer de la 5 ani, la fiecare pas se gaseste cate o amintire, este viata pretutindeni... E chiar inima unui copil uitat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Totul trece.. Si toate amintirile acestea le lasam in urma pentru a privi in viitor si a trai in prezent... Dar ele mereu vor fi acolo si mereu le vom avea orice s-ar intampla si oriunde am fi...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vreau sa retraiesc clipele acelea, sa ma simt vesela iar, sa zburd pe dealurile verzi ... Sa simt ca respir ! Sa simt ca traiesc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Hai sa le retraim atunci ! Dar crezi ca va fi la fel ca atunci cand eram copii? Ca atunci cand nu stiam ca lumea poate sa fie atat de rea, ca exista atatea minciuni si ipocrizie in jurul nostru? Cum sa fim noi copii cand daca cedezi pentru o clipa, totul ti se naruie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Si nu va fi mai rau daca nu facem ce simtim? Daca ne inchidem in noi... Nu am fi intr-o zi ca niste roboti fara sentimente, fara trairi, fara amintiri? Cel mai cumplit lucru este sa te trezesti intr-o zi si sa nu ai pentru ce trai si sa iti dai seama ca nu ai facut nimic din ceea ce ai vrut sa faci, dar intr-un fel sau altul ai fost constrans sa nu o faci?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Da, aici e vorba de regrete...Nu vreau sa ma trezesc intr-o zi cu o multime de regrete in spatele meu. Dar nici cu o sumedie de decizii proaste. Nu e mai usor sa traiesti sigur , chiar daca sunt atatea "reguli" pe care trebuie sa le respectam? Suntem in siguranta in acest mod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Niciodata nu vom fi in siguranta orice am face... Trebuie sa traim clipa, sa ne bucuram de ceea ce ne ofera viata in fiecare zi... Sa ne oprim pentru o clipa in toata nebunia aceasta care ne inconjoara si sa respiram, sa privim, sa luam o pauza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Da... Nu stiu ce m-as face fara tine. Ne completam - tu mai optimista, eu mai negativista poate sau doar realista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oare cum e mai bine ? Zi-mi tu. Ajuta-ma sa imi construiesc drumul prin viata, sa trec cu bine de fiecare incercare, sa traiesc. Ajuta-ma !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6548088773892413015?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6548088773892413015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6548088773892413015&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6548088773892413015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6548088773892413015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/05/reguli-sau-regrete.html' title='Reguli sau regrete?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S_gperacdUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gBRtQbTftig/s72-c/whitedove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5300950343518137812</id><published>2010-05-18T13:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:56:24.334+03:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep on going</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even when the wind is blowing, we`ll never fall... just keep it going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar de ce pare asa de greu? Chiar imposibil cateodata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/puysor/08b06f7c2086f6.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=283&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Charice%20ft%20Iyaz%20-%20Pyramid"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/puysor/08b06f7c2086f6.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=283&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Charice%20ft%20Iyaz%20-%20Pyramid"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare ca nu se mai termina toata nebunia asta, ci se intensifica pe zi ce trece. O urasc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;...just keep on going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5300950343518137812?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5300950343518137812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5300950343518137812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5300950343518137812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5300950343518137812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-keep-on-going.html' title='just keep on going'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2207654970135386181</id><published>2010-05-09T21:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:05:36.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Altfel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Sunt momente din ce in ce mai dese in care ma simt goala pe dinauntru, parca nu as mai avea sentimente. Ca un mic robot ce trece prin viata fara sa realizeze nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Traiesc in aceeasi rutina zi de zi, de luni bune si "partea buna" de abia acum incepe. Nu am cum sa fiu altfel cand stiu ca trebuie sa ramana asa lucrurile- trebuie sa fac aceleasi lucruri zi de zi. Ca sa ajung intr-o zi sa fac ce vreau... sau macar pe jumatate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Ceea ce e bizar este ca sunt oameni care imi spun ca am realizat ceva pana acum , dar eu nu ma simt asa. E ca si cum as fi realizat lucrurile acestea la un nivel mediu, sa spun asa. Si stiu ca e doar vina mea. Dar tot stau si nu fac nimic pentru ca acest lucru sa se schimbe intr-o zi. Critic oamenii care se plafoneaza la un anumit nivel , care se complac in acelasi cotidian de fiecare zi, dar poate nu imi dau seama ca si eu sunt asa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Ma enerveaza nivelul societatii din  jur si ca intr-un fel toti traim intr-o constrangere permanenta si ca nu apucam sa facem ce simtim, sa zicem ce vrem, sa traim cum vrem- pentru ca nu e bine asa; pentru ca trebuie sa ne gandim la consecinte, la viitor sau la cum ar reactiona cei din jur.   Va fi vreodata altfel?  Vreau sa fie altfel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2207654970135386181?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2207654970135386181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2207654970135386181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2207654970135386181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2207654970135386181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/05/altfel.html' title='Altfel'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5304970345074572458</id><published>2010-04-26T21:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:14:30.691+03:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S9XX99SGBZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/668b5ZZY440/s1600/Space+Needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S9XX99SGBZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/668b5ZZY440/s320/Space+Needle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464511182306411922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De ce viata e atat de relativa? Adica, acum esti bine, razi, traiesti, si in secunda urmatoare ai disparut. Nu inteleg. Nu vreau sa inteleg. Daca tot vom disparea intr-o zi, ce rost are sa luptam pentru visurile noastre? Pentru ca , la sfarsit, tot o sa ramana pierdut in vant.... si nu vom mai fi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In acel moment, as vrea sa stiu ca am insemnat ceva pentru cineva, ca am schimbat ceva... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5304970345074572458?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5304970345074572458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5304970345074572458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5304970345074572458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5304970345074572458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S9XX99SGBZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/668b5ZZY440/s72-c/Space+Needle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4736627669357779037</id><published>2010-04-11T12:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:18:03.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes all we need is just more time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more time to spend with our families and friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...more time for ourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...more time for trying to know how we are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...more time to conquer our dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...more time to find love and happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...more time to get to be better people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but all can end in the blink of an eye.... and we are out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/moon89/10d2f82c3a7bcc.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=255&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Anna%20Nalick%20-%20Breathe%20%282%20AM%29%20%20%20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/moon89/10d2f82c3a7bcc.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=255&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Anna%20Nalick%20-%20Breathe%20%282%20AM%29%20%20%20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4736627669357779037?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4736627669357779037/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4736627669357779037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4736627669357779037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4736627669357779037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-all-we-need-is-just-more-time.html' title='Sometimes all we need is just more time...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4021548152746045086</id><published>2010-03-26T21:38:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:03:54.194+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si totusi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S60OtsA-QeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oD82zLk9Hts/s1600/hugs183small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S60OtsA-QeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oD82zLk9Hts/s320/hugs183small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453030901887680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S60OJTHmpwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/952apDa6xe0/s1600/art_96796_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Cum iti dai seama ca o prietenie a ajuns la sfarsit? Ce faci atunci cand tu si cu prietena ta v-ati pierdut punctele in comun si pur si simplu nu mai aveti ce sa discutati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O iei de la capat sau ii pui capat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si de unde stii ca faci alegerea corecta? Pentru ca doare al naibii de tare sa renunti la o parte din tine.  &lt;/span&gt;Si totusi, va leaga o prietenie mare, statornica, de atatia ani. Ii arunci la gunoi asa de simplu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Complicam noi totul sau totul e complicat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ometimes we must fight to keep our friendships alive and it`s all about us and what we really expect from them. You get what you give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4021548152746045086?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4021548152746045086/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4021548152746045086&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4021548152746045086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4021548152746045086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/03/si-totusi.html' title='Si totusi...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S60OtsA-QeI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oD82zLk9Hts/s72-c/hugs183small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4760921768024672470</id><published>2010-03-21T09:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:39:30.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine esti.... Cine sunt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S6XM9gdyifI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0i1dQ3nmmRo/s1600-h/Winter_look_by_lamiall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S6XM9gdyifI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0i1dQ3nmmRo/s320/Winter_look_by_lamiall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450988281060821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                             Sunt momente in care te simti singur chiar daca esti inconjurat de o multime de oameni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;        Sunt momente in care te privesti in oglinda si nu te mai recunosti. Brusc te trezesti intreband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Cine e acea persoana care mi-a luat propria viata?" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   Nu mai stii cine esti, ce cauti acolo in acel moment din viata ta. Cauti raspunsuri, dar nu le gasesti. Se spune ca le descoperi pe parcursul vietii, dar tu ai nevoie de ele acum- ca sa stii ce sa faci mai departe. Altfel, totul e incert pentru tine... Nu stii incotro te indrepti, esti derutat. Te uiti in trecut, la realizari, esecuri , regrete- acestea ne formeaza ca persoane.... Si tot timpul se poate si mai bine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Iti zici ca nu-i nimic, ca trebuie sa traiesti in prezent. Dar cum sa traiesti acum si aici fara a te gandi si la consecintele care se pot ivi, fara a te gandi ca ceea ce faci acum, te poate afecta in 5 ani? Nici un raspuns...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totul a inceput de la o privire in oglinda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4760921768024672470?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4760921768024672470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4760921768024672470&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4760921768024672470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4760921768024672470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/03/cine-esti-cine-sunt.html' title='Cine esti.... Cine sunt...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S6XM9gdyifI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/0i1dQ3nmmRo/s72-c/Winter_look_by_lamiall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2768307466123192175</id><published>2010-03-20T20:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:27:41.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it ! ( the end )</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsIqcyGrgR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fsIqcyGrgR4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2768307466123192175?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2768307466123192175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2768307466123192175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2768307466123192175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2768307466123192175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-it.html' title='I love it ! ( the end )'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6159659392670697224</id><published>2010-03-12T16:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T16:34:30.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S5pQoZf_HiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hJw9TnQ1_1I/s1600-h/spring1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S5pQoZf_HiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hJw9TnQ1_1I/s320/spring1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447755354228071970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S5pQjdSf3zI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Lag0__hP8ho/s1600-h/iconphotographyflowers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S5pQjdSf3zI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Lag0__hP8ho/s320/iconphotographyflowers-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447755269345894194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     hoping for something better... and warm... Let`s have some faith in life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/divercitycafe/de328b8fbadd67.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=222&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Jordin%20Sparks%20%20-%20%20Turn%20This%20Car%20Around%20"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/divercitycafe/de328b8fbadd67.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=222&amp;amp;titlu" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6159659392670697224?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6159659392670697224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6159659392670697224&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6159659392670697224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6159659392670697224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavara_12.html' title='Primavara...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S5pQoZf_HiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/hJw9TnQ1_1I/s72-c/spring1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2389808542067951757</id><published>2010-03-07T18:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:02:52.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/awd-LZTIR5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/awd-LZTIR5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imi place mult melodia asta. Nu stiu, parca imi transmite ceva... M-a insotit in acest weekend cand am simtit ca fac ceva pentru mine... si ma face sa ma simt mai bine, sa fiu mai increzatoare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2389808542067951757?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2389808542067951757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2389808542067951757&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2389808542067951757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2389808542067951757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/03/gravity.html' title='gravity :)'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5725913997364565733</id><published>2010-02-24T19:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:10:23.327+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weak, but never defeated</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vh7OU-x4DBo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/Vh7OU-x4DBo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trying to be strong... to go on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5725913997364565733?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5725913997364565733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5725913997364565733&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5725913997364565733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5725913997364565733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/02/weak-but-never-defeated.html' title='weak, but never defeated'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6183559636267328039</id><published>2010-02-22T22:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:12:11.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S4LlCoqMf8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Jc9k8xK1qiI/s1600-h/the-fast-and-the-furious-tokyo-drif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S4LlCoqMf8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Jc9k8xK1qiI/s320/the-fast-and-the-furious-tokyo-drif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441163133253877698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday I am going to race a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6183559636267328039?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6183559636267328039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6183559636267328039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6183559636267328039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6183559636267328039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dream.html' title='My dream'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S4LlCoqMf8I/AAAAAAAAAjI/Jc9k8xK1qiI/s72-c/the-fast-and-the-furious-tokyo-drif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7380368560292042879</id><published>2010-02-14T22:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:07:23.344+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Milka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu vreau sa imi mai aud gandurile... Stiu ca urmeaza momente si mai grele, dar nu vreau sa ma obisnuiesc cu ele... Nu vreau sa raman singura... si ar trebui sa ma intaresc, sa devin mai puternica , dar ma simt mai slaba ca niciodata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As manca o ciocolata intreaga Milka. Cu capsuni. Sau 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7380368560292042879?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7380368560292042879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7380368560292042879&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7380368560292042879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7380368560292042879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/02/milka.html' title='Milka'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1540858303169283146</id><published>2010-02-11T23:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:52:32.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de la capat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S3R7w70ErSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/h3nW-I7HtOQ/s1600-h/beso+de+ni%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S3R7w70ErSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/h3nW-I7HtOQ/s320/beso+de+ni%C3%B1os.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437106730763070754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Cred ca am uitat cum e sa traiesti... Am uitat de lucrurile care imi faceau placere acum cateva luni, sau poate saptamani. Mi-am inchis sentimentele undeva in suflet si incerc sa le acopar cat de des pot... daca mi le-as deschide, mi-as da seama probabil cat de prost merg lucrurile, si ce inseamna cu adevarat sa te maturizezi, sa cresti... sa constati ca oamenii vin si pleaca fara nici sa iti spuna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma doare cand vad ca unii prieteni pe care ii consideram "for a lifetime" se indeparteaza si eu nu am ce face pentru a evita lucrul acesta. Dar viata isi urmeaza cursul firesc.... nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si revenind la viata cea de zi cu zi, am gasit un fragment dintr-o carte care mi-a placut foarte mult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa-ti spun drept, ma scoate pur si simplu din fire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uniformitatea cu cenusiul ei exasperant.Am impresia ca din cauza ei viata curge pe langa mine, fara s-o traiesc.&lt;/span&gt; De aceea ma straduiesc din rasputeri sa deosebesc zilele, ca sa nu mai semene una cu alta. Fiindca orice zi este o existenta in mic si, daca ar fi dupa mine, n-as masura viata noastra in ani, ci in zile.  Prefer, din cand in cand, cate un necaz sau chiar o micuta nenorocire decat o fericire continua, care devine, pana la urma , plicticoasa. Cred ca e destul de greu sa realizezi un asemenea stil de viata, dar simt ca sunt obligata fata de mine, fiinta mi-o cere imperios, pentru ca se vrea aparata, tine sa calce pe pamant cat mai sanatos... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moartea , cand vine, nu te intreaba daca ti-ai trait bine viata. &lt;/span&gt;Indiferent daca ai trait-o bine sau rau, putin sau mult, cu rost sau fara rost, trebuie s-o parasesti. Si acest act ireversibil e cea mai formidabila grozavie a existentei noastre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Mihail Drumes, "Scrisoare de dragoste")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cand ma gandesc ca maine trebuie sa o iau de la capat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1540858303169283146?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1540858303169283146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1540858303169283146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1540858303169283146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1540858303169283146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-la-capat.html' title='de la capat...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S3R7w70ErSI/AAAAAAAAAiY/h3nW-I7HtOQ/s72-c/beso+de+ni%C3%B1os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6462899414041870818</id><published>2010-02-10T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:13:07.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>from me to you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psIfrJ210Ds&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/psIfrJ210Ds&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/5764073153944689802-6462899414041870818?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6462899414041870818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6462899414041870818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6462899414041870818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6462899414041870818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-me-to-you.html' title='from me to you !'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3184191159526692387</id><published>2010-02-05T00:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:54:24.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; I`m such an idiot... sometimes ! Cand ma apuca , ma apuca.. si m-apuca rau. Si stric totul. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-3184191159526692387?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/3184191159526692387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=3184191159526692387&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3184191159526692387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3184191159526692387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1069603619040698590</id><published>2010-01-31T16:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:35:06.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>for you..... who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjtUASG1atk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjtUASG1atk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;.. vreau sa am cui sa ii spun "i love you"... sa stiu ca e cineva alaturi langa mine... m-am saturat sa fiu singura... si sa ma prefac ca nu-mi pasa, ca sunt ok... poate exagerez, dar stau si ma gandesc daca nu va fi asa mai mult timp de acum incolo.... nu le poti avea in viata pe toate... si de obicei, am avut tot ce am dorit, inafara de acea dragoste care mi-o doresc asa de mult... De ce sa nu fie asa si in continuare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1069603619040698590?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1069603619040698590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1069603619040698590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1069603619040698590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1069603619040698590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-for-you.html' title='for you..... who are you?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7841937793381138524</id><published>2010-01-20T23:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:26:04.939+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laaaa Muuulti Aniii Ciocolatika !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1d0ziI8I2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GOakNs9MM6U/s1600-h/IMG_5495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1d0ziI8I2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GOakNs9MM6U/s320/IMG_5495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428936304504873826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hihiii... draga mea... La muulti ani &gt;:D&lt;.... Fie ca aceasta zi sa iti deschida un viitor plin de succese , sa ti se implineasca toate dorintele si sa fii cat mai fericita, iubita si sanatoasa !! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc mult si ma bucur ca suntem prietene. Ne cunoastem de relativ putin timp dar am ajuns sa ne cunoastem foarte bine.. chiar sa ne gandim la acelasi lucru :)... M-ai ajutat de atatea ori.. si mi-ai fost alaturi de fiecare data cand am avut nevoie... si pentru asta un maaare multuumeeesc :*:* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sper ca prietenia noastra sa dureze cat mai mult... mai ales ca o sa stam impreuna intr-un an. :X Am trecut prin atatea impreuna... cand imi amintesc... prima petrecere in pijama la tine acasa.. printr-a 9a cred... apoooi atatea peripetii...cand fugeam prin Iasi ca sa prindem trenul :)) si tot nu l-am prins...Cand mai chiuleam noi doua.. si eram pe cat sa ne intalnim cu diriga... :)) iarna trecuta cand fugeam prin zapada sa ajungem la scoala... si la toate astea, radeam de nu mai puteam :)) ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma baby ma... Laaa muuuulti aniii inca o data si sa ai toooot ce iti doresti pentru ca meriti !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7841937793381138524?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7841937793381138524/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7841937793381138524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7841937793381138524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7841937793381138524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html' title='Laaaa Muuulti Aniii Ciocolatika !!!'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1d0ziI8I2I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GOakNs9MM6U/s72-c/IMG_5495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7461121937062767330</id><published>2010-01-18T15:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:31:45.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1Ro39De4YI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EhOeQkzSk_c/s1600-h/so5u85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1Ro39De4YI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EhOeQkzSk_c/s320/so5u85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428078761379553666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I miss you.... and I miss your smile... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I want to be more... than just friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anamaria91/350b91d080d51e.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anamaria91/350b91d080d51e.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7461121937062767330?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7461121937062767330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7461121937062767330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7461121937062767330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7461121937062767330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-fulfill-my-life.html' title='baby...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1Ro39De4YI/AAAAAAAAAe4/EhOeQkzSk_c/s72-c/so5u85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5225574367259138490</id><published>2010-01-16T00:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:03:35.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1DztGKFzUI/AAAAAAAAAew/wcH-ZPcMcQg/s1600-h/happy_birthday-2006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1DztGKFzUI/AAAAAAAAAew/wcH-ZPcMcQg/s320/happy_birthday-2006.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427105507054046530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://propriul-dumnezeu.blogspot.com/"&gt;  Lola&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa ti se implineasca toate dorintele si sa privesti cu optimism tot ceea ce ti se intampla. Mereu exista o parte plina a paharului, trebuie doar sa o vezi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5225574367259138490?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5225574367259138490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5225574367259138490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5225574367259138490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5225574367259138490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-lola-sa-ti-se-implineasca-toate.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S1DztGKFzUI/AAAAAAAAAew/wcH-ZPcMcQg/s72-c/happy_birthday-2006.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1986932155391828117</id><published>2010-01-10T22:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:23:44.037+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you quite terribly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S0o3L4BKltI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MFpl3ZtQtVw/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S0o3L4BKltI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MFpl3ZtQtVw/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425209378276546258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ati simtit vreodata ca spunand ceva cu voce tare, parca se adanceste acel sentiment in voi? Eu asta simt tot timpul ... si de cele mai multe ori, prefer sa nu mai spun nimic si ma inchid in mine. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si azi e o zi din aceea... cand nu stiu daca sa spun ce simt .... sau sa tac in continuare...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Stiu doar ca mi-e dor de el... si nu e deloc bine. Ma gandesc intruna la el...pana si in vise imi apare.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                            Tot timpul patesc asa. Cand imi place si mie de cineva mai mult, el e indragostit de alta.   Oare e ceva cu mine? E frustrant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1986932155391828117?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1986932155391828117/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1986932155391828117&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1986932155391828117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1986932155391828117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-quite-terribly.html' title='I miss you quite terribly'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/S0o3L4BKltI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MFpl3ZtQtVw/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2807967650091473364</id><published>2010-01-07T21:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:50:01.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/klaudellu/ece4ff5fb57ed5.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/klaudellu/ece4ff5fb57ed5.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doar am nevoie de tine... de cineva... aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2807967650091473364?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2807967650091473364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2807967650091473364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2807967650091473364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2807967650091473364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2010/01/mi-e-dor.html' title='Mi-e dor...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8410358960160922755</id><published>2009-12-31T10:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:07:32.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima zi din 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ar trebui sa zic si ultimele sentimente din 2009? Ca o retrospectiva a anului care e pe punctul de a trece, nu pot sa zic ca a fost un  an rau... Pe de o parte a fost bun... De fapt ca sa nu fiu recunoscatoare, a fost foarte bun. Mi-am luat permisul de conducere, am fost in strainatate iar, a fost majoratul meu... Blogul meu a crescut in 2009... Multe momente importante pentru mine in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009. Un an bun si rau. Nu vreau sa insir aici partile rele...face parte din procesul meu de ignorare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi-e si frica sa imi fac planuri pentru anul care vine. Va fi mai obositor ca 2009 datorita Bacului si admiterii la facultate. Dar va trece. 2010. Sper doar sa nu fie mai rau ca 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu mi-ai fost alaturi in 2009. In 2010 nu vreau sa mai fii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un An Nou Fericit tuturor plin de impliniri, bucurii si tot ce vreti voi sa vi se indeplineasca ! Distractie placuta in noaptea dintre ani !&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8410358960160922755?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8410358960160922755/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8410358960160922755&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8410358960160922755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8410358960160922755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultima-zi-din-2009.html' title='Ultima zi din 2009'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8771290822045447484</id><published>2009-12-24T19:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:18:05.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Craciun Fericit tuturor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu demult am fost la un spectacol cu colinde care mi-a placut foarte mult. Si acolo cineva care prezenta a spus la final un lucru foarte interesant... si care m-a facut sa meditez putin. Acea persoana pe care nu o cunosc a spus ca oamenii din ziua de azi sunt mult prea preocupati de partea trupeasca , de Mos Craciun, de cadouri, de mancare, si uita adevaratul motiv pentru care este sarbatoarea asta, Craciunul  adica Nasterea Mantuitorului. Si chiar asa este. Astazi in Ajun asteptam cu totii pe Mos Craciun. Si nu e deloc un lucru rau. Dar cred ca ar trebui sa fim mai linistiti in aceasta perioada, sa reflectam la ce s-a intamplat acum multi ani, sa sarbatorim cu totii Nasterea Lui Iisus Hristos si sa ne dam seama ce inseamna de fapt aceasta sarbatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multe bucurii si liniste sufleteasca ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/VorteXound/137e108ba4c41a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/VorteXound/137e108ba4c41a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8771290822045447484?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8771290822045447484/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8771290822045447484&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8771290822045447484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8771290822045447484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/12/craciun-fericit-tuturor-nu-demult-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4213976706259601887</id><published>2009-12-16T17:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:47:17.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Why it`s so hard to say goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/punkid/832c3a42909aad.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/punkid/832c3a42909aad.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4213976706259601887?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4213976706259601887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4213976706259601887&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4213976706259601887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4213976706259601887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Why it`s so hard to say goodbye?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5304645238093246138</id><published>2009-12-13T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:03:17.047+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ciudatenii :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multumesc &lt;a href="http://ciocolatika.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ciocolatika &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pentru leapsa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Cele 10 ciudatenii despre mine sunt : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Imi rod buzele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Cand ma machiez, ma simt ca un clovn .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Rad foarte mult, oricand, oricum si din orice motiv. De fapt nu conteaza daca am sau nu motiv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sunt cam obsedata de culoarea rosie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Sunt cam foarte obsedata de masini .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Nu ma caracterizeaza mai deloc zodia in care m-am nascut. Chiar deloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Imi place sa ma uit la un film de mai multe ori .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Nu am nici pc, nici televizor la mine in camera. Aaaa.. Si nici lumina . Toate s-au stricat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Cand conduc, incui usile. Si ma enerveaza cand am pe cineva in spatele meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Cateodata ma trezesc vorbind singura pe strada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5304645238093246138?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5304645238093246138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5304645238093246138&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5304645238093246138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5304645238093246138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-ciudatenii_13.html' title='10 ciudatenii :)'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6251606703555124955</id><published>2009-12-12T23:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:12:21.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu mai pot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6251606703555124955?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6251606703555124955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6251606703555124955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6251606703555124955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6251606703555124955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-mai-pot.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-467030666901121146</id><published>2009-12-09T20:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:16:16.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>prea repede...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma simt ca un mic robot care se duce la scoala, vine acasa, doarme si totul reincepe a doua azi exact la fel. M-am saturat de aceeasi rutina din fiecare zi. Bine ca vine vacanta si Craciunul.  Dar nici de asta nu sunt sigura ca e bine. Cu atatea probleme care devin din ce in ce mai apasatoare... nu stiu daca e de bine ca vine Craciunul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata simt ca mai bine ar fi sa nu fie Craciunul acum... Mi-e frica... mi-e frica ca lucrurile sa se inrautateasca... Pana acum, tot am ignorat... si incerc din rasputeri sa ignor in continuare... Dar cu Craciunul.. cu magia sarbatorilor... cu atata fericire in jur... simt ca o sa clachez... si ca va fi mai rau ca pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma simt ca o fiinta care face totul din inertie, fara sa simta vreo ceva... si cand ma gandesc la ce se intampla de fapt in viata mea... la atatea confuzii... lucrurile parca se intampla prea repede... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-467030666901121146?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/467030666901121146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=467030666901121146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/467030666901121146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/467030666901121146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/12/prea-repede.html' title='prea repede...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2959710417846078963</id><published>2009-11-24T18:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:05:03.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SwwR5HGr78I/AAAAAAAAAd8/BCHdZO5KFoQ/s1600/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SwwR5HGr78I/AAAAAAAAAd8/BCHdZO5KFoQ/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407716925422432194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;It`s so hard to be strong when you`ve been missing somebody so long..... do you remember those days?....when everything was so fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2959710417846078963?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2959710417846078963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2959710417846078963&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2959710417846078963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2959710417846078963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-me.html' title='remember me...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SwwR5HGr78I/AAAAAAAAAd8/BCHdZO5KFoQ/s72-c/IMG_4179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1900751439836655012</id><published>2009-11-15T10:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:52:29.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ce faci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Ce cauti aici?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Am venit la invitatia unor prieteni... dar tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Si eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Vrei sa dansezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu cred ca ar fi bine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Si el o cuprinse in brate si o apropie de el... Melodia incepu din ce in ce mai tare si nici unuia nu ii venea sa creada ca erau acolo, impreuna, dupa atatia ani... Era ireal, frenetic , dar si dureros... pentru ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu pot sa cred, spuse ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Mi-a fost dor de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu te cred.. A trecut prea mult timp. Nu ne-am mai vazut de ani intregi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Viata ne-a readus impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Aceeasi viata care ne-a despartit odata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu. Atunci eu am fost de vina, eu te-am indepartat de mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Da... Si ti-a fost mai bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Au fost si momente mai grele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tu vorbesti de momente grele? Am suferit ani dupa tine.  Credeam ca nu voi putea sa te uit. Nu exista zi in care sa nu imi amintesc de tine, in care sa nu ma gandesc la tine...Visam sa te am iar langa mine.. sa iti impartasesc trairile si problemele mele... sa poti sa imi fii alaturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Imi pare rau ....ca am fost atat de las...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Acum chiar nu mai conteaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu zi asta... te-ai schimbat asa de mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Era si normal sa ma schimb....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Pentru mine aceeasi ai ramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Fata aceea care te iubea si facea orice pentru tine a murit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu spune asta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu mai are nici un rost, nu vezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu pot sa cred ca suntem iar fata in fata... ca te am aici langa mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-E doar o coincidenta... Nu vreau sa mai am nimic de-a face cu tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-De ce? Ai pe altcineva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Da... Nu vreau sa imi dai iar viata peste cap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si el a incercat sa o sarute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu se poate. Trebuie sa plec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu pleca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... si o stranse si mai  puternic in bratele lui si o saruta patimas pe buze. Ea se impotrivea.. nu vroia sa renasca acele sentimente care i-au cauzat atata durere... Erau de mult ingropate. Totul trecuse... Dar acum, prin acel sarut totul se declansase din nou.Agonia si extazul revederii, suferinta , amintirile si placerea se adunau in acelasi sarut. Nu mai simtise asa ceva de mult timp. Uitase cum e ...Tot ce traise inainte de acel sarut i se paru acum mecanic... Acel sarut ii facu pe amandoi sa uite de lumea din jur, sa uite de reguli, sa uite de ei insasi... In acel moment erau doar ei doi... si multitudinea de sentimente contradictorii care ii cuprinsese...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Hei trezeste-te!&lt;br /&gt;- Ce? Cum?&lt;br /&gt;-Trebuie sa ajungi la scoala. Deja e 7 jumatate.&lt;br /&gt;-Da? E dimineata?&lt;br /&gt;-Daaa... hai trezeste-te...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu vreau... am avut un vis asa de frumos....dorinta cea mai arzatoare mi se implinise...nu vreau sa ma trezesc din visare.... Il vreau pe el langa mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MysticPictures/06dbaaba9acb9a.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MysticPictures/06dbaaba9acb9a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1900751439836655012?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1900751439836655012/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1900751439836655012&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1900751439836655012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1900751439836655012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/11/vis.html' title='just a dream'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8997566871285147229</id><published>2009-11-08T14:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:04:36.262+02:00</updated><title type='text'>suflet pierdut si niciodata regasit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SvbA9Hl09vI/AAAAAAAAAds/AXBTxzHyyzE/s1600-h/autumnhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SvbA9Hl09vI/AAAAAAAAAds/AXBTxzHyyzE/s320/autumnhappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401716959319750386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Azi e cald dupa muuult timp in care frigul a stapanit tot, pana si sufletul meu, daca il mai am. A si nins afara. Dar azi ..soarele a aparut iar. E asa de placut afara... vreme numai buna de plimbat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu stau in casa... nu  ma simt prea bine, nici fizic nici psihic.. daca starea mea fizica proasta va trece repede,cea de pe planul moral tine de prea mult timp ca sa treaca. Sunt ani de cand nu mai stiu ce inseamna sa ai pe cineva alaturi, pe care chiar sa il iubesti. Relatii trecatoare au existat si exista.. dar nimeni nu a putut sa mi-l scoata din inima... Si nu intrevad aparitia cuiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce dragostea si a avea pe cineva alaturi, sa iubesti sau sa fii iubita conteaza asa de mult? De ce nimic nu poate compensa aceasta lipsa? Am aproape tot ce mi-am dorit, scoala merge destul de bine... tot  ce am dorit s-a indeplinit... numai asta nu... Nu iubesc si nici nu sunt iubita. Si ma chinuie in fiecare zi... mi-am pierdut pofta de viata, pofta de a scrie, de a trai. Astept doar sa treaca timpul... pana atunci imi ingrop sentimentele pentru el... si sentimentele de frustrare . Ma simt de parca mi-am pierdut sufletul... de parca mi-am pierdut sentimentele... Nu mai sunt eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La multi ani.....pentru vineri si pentru azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/RoxyMimi/4936a3ffe70480.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/RoxyMimi/4936a3ffe70480.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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regasit...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SvbA9Hl09vI/AAAAAAAAAds/AXBTxzHyyzE/s72-c/autumnhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1952954716288669729</id><published>2009-11-03T18:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:25:38.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iubesti ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facandu-mi eu asa tema pe maine la romana(variante de la bac), am gasit o poezie care m-a surprins in mod placut... de fapt mai multe.. dar aceasta mi s-a parut mai speciala.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubeşti – când urciorul de-aramă &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se umple pe rând, de la sine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aproape, de flori şi de toamnă, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de foc, de-anotimpul din vine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubeşti – când suavă icoana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ce-ţi faci în durere prin veac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o ţii înrămată ca-n rana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;străvechiului verde copac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubeşti – când sub timpuri prin sumbre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vâltori, unde nu ajung sorii, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te-avânţi să culegi printre umbre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bălaiul surâs al comorii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubeşti – când simţiri se deşteaptă &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;că-n lume doar inima este, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;că-n drumuri la capăt te-aşteaptă &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nu moartea, ci altă poveste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubeşti – când întreaga făptură, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cu schimbul, odihnă, furtună &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;îţi este-n aceeaşi măsură &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;şi lavă pătrunsă de lună. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lucian Blaga, Iubire) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1952954716288669729?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1952954716288669729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1952954716288669729&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1952954716288669729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1952954716288669729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/11/iubesti.html' title='iubesti ...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-582254202307748878</id><published>2009-11-01T18:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:38:59.029+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1 noiembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Su25VXpG-zI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z80Yzz4Xcrc/s1600-h/_tanase_eleni_alina-tanase_eleni_alina_fericire_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Su25VXpG-zI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z80Yzz4Xcrc/s320/_tanase_eleni_alina-tanase_eleni_alina_fericire_1472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399175305061923634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azi a nins un pic. Vreau sa incep sa fiu altfel odata cu venirea iernii... cu aceasta etapa care se apropie cu pasi repezi. A fost azi asa de frig..... de am crezut ca inghet. Ce bine e cand intri in casa si te copleseste caldura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ziceam, as vrea sa fiu altfel... Nu sa ma schimb asa radical ca sunt constienta ca nu se poate de pe o zi pe alta. Dar sa fii mai optimista, sa razi mai mult cand simti ca o problema iti da tarcoale... Sa infrunti ce se intampla cu optimism si cu zambetul pe buze. Nu stiu daca va fi posibil, pentru ca eu ma stiu.. si stiu ca nu prea duc la sfarsit ce imi propun. Dar m-am saturat sa ma plang si sa plang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca la un moment dat trebuie sa te conformezi cu viata si cu ce se intampla... Sa nu te mai lasi doborat de probleme. Eu vad la parintii mei ca asta li se intampla in fiecare zi...coplesiti de probleme...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nu vreau sa ajung asa. &lt;/span&gt;Pur si simplu nu mai judeci clar ce se intampla si nu gasesti o solutie potrivita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine...Daca noi nu ne ajutam si nu facem ceva pentru noi, nimeni nu o va face.  Noi ne complicam singuri existenta ca analizam asa de mult unele lucruri... ca incercam sa gasim un raspuns la tot ce ne framanta. Ajunge sa fie frustrant sa nu gasesti raspunsuri si in final te deprimi. Stiu unii adolescenti mai imaturi sa zic asa....care nu isi pun atatea intrebari...Si sunt mai fericiti. Simt viata altfel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cum o simti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-582254202307748878?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/582254202307748878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=582254202307748878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/582254202307748878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/582254202307748878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-noiembrie.html' title='1 noiembrie'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Su25VXpG-zI/AAAAAAAAAdk/z80Yzz4Xcrc/s72-c/_tanase_eleni_alina-tanase_eleni_alina_fericire_1472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1028390563919489090</id><published>2009-10-31T10:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:45:45.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1028390563919489090?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1028390563919489090/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1028390563919489090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1028390563919489090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1028390563919489090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-wondering-will-i-ever-see-another.html' title='I`m wondering will I ever see another sunrise?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8327178654969543972</id><published>2009-10-25T13:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:22:07.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata este un teatru in care fiecare trebuie sa joace un rol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SuQ0tFYhtmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/HNgZQY6IFp0/s1600-h/101809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SuQ0tFYhtmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/HNgZQY6IFp0/s320/101809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396496202640504418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8327178654969543972?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8327178654969543972/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8327178654969543972&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8327178654969543972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8327178654969543972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/viata-este-un-teatru-in-care-fiecare.html' title='Viata este un teatru in care fiecare trebuie sa joace un rol.'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SuQ0tFYhtmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/HNgZQY6IFp0/s72-c/101809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8942012556387967028</id><published>2009-10-22T23:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:56:02.591+03:00</updated><title type='text'>they say I`m doing fine... but is it really true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tigru007/0615980f931e6f.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tigru007/0615980f931e6f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.... melodia asta imi aminteste de mine ... de cea de acum 3-4 ani... acum e altfel. Pe toate planurile. Imi amintesc ca in fiecare duminica eu cu parintii mei puneam cate un dvd cu diferiti artisti , printre care si Robbie Williams, si stateam si ne uitam.. si ne simteam asa bine. Acum nu mai e asa.Si nici nu cred ca ar mai putea fi asa. Cu atatea probleme pe cap, cui ii mai arde de ascultat muzica si simtit bine? Suna urat, dar asa stau lucrurile acum. Si imi lipseste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt amintiri ... care iti chinuie sufletul... pentru ca stii nu le mai poti avea... poate atunci nu le puteai aprecia la adevarata lor valoare... De ce s-au pierdut ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stiu ca timpul trece, crestem.... dar e asa de dureroasa aceasta crestere. Cu cat suntem mai mari, cu atat si problemele sunt din ce in ce mai mari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8942012556387967028?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8942012556387967028/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8942012556387967028&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8942012556387967028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8942012556387967028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-say-im-doing-fine-but-is-it-really.html' title='they say I`m doing fine... but is it really true?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3734331978800066729</id><published>2009-10-20T20:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:25:45.257+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream came true :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/St3xRZxa7WI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JdyFlDP-gNg/s1600-h/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/St3xRZxa7WI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JdyFlDP-gNg/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394733209937964386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  PS : nu e masina mea. My dream- se refera la faptul ca am luat permisul :X... mai e pana cand o sa am masina din poza... sau alta mai buna ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-3734331978800066729?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/3734331978800066729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=3734331978800066729&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3734331978800066729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3734331978800066729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-dream-came-true-x.html' title='My dream came true :X'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/St3xRZxa7WI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JdyFlDP-gNg/s72-c/IMG_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7099527048524792561</id><published>2009-10-17T17:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:34:07.128+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It`s all coming back to me ..... now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As vrea sa nu mai simt nimic. Sa uit ca existi. Si cand sunt pe punctul de a crede ca pot sa imi refac viata si sa privesc inainte, apari ca o fantasma dupa atat timp.. si dispari la fel de repede cum ai reaparut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pleci... si eu privesc spre usa sperand ca te vei reintoarce...si stau... si ma uit dupa tine... dar tu esti prea departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are coming back... It`s all coming back to me. I don`t want to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7099527048524792561?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7099527048524792561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7099527048524792561&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7099527048524792561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7099527048524792561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-coming-back-to-me-now.html' title='It`s all coming back to me ..... now....'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-9128315349090766850</id><published>2009-10-15T23:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:15:13.011+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So...o leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://ciocolatika.blogspot.com"&gt;Ciocolatika&lt;/a&gt;... sa vedem ce o sa iasa :)... oricum lucrurile sunt cam relative cand te referi la termenul niciodata... dar momentan.. asa sta treaba :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu as putea ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sa renunt la prietenele mele&lt;br /&gt;-sa nu mai visez&lt;br /&gt;-sa fac sex oral cuiva&lt;br /&gt;-sa renunt la pasiunea mea pentru cumparaturi si calatorii, chiar daca e cam costisitoare&lt;br /&gt;-sa ies cu parul gras din casa&lt;br /&gt;-sa fiu mediocra,sa ma plafonez in orasul asta de nimic in care locuiesc :)&lt;br /&gt;-sa nu imi mai placa muzica, mai ales sa o ascult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deocamdata... cam asa stau lucrurile :)... Leapsa merge la oricine doreste ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-9128315349090766850?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/9128315349090766850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=9128315349090766850&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/9128315349090766850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/9128315349090766850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/niciodata.html' title='Niciodata'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2249615497918210513</id><published>2009-10-13T23:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:32:07.602+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ploua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/StTjv2MIB9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/UWsuw3Ou0Hk/s1600-h/Heavy_Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/StTjv2MIB9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/UWsuw3Ou0Hk/s320/Heavy_Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185065009055698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Azi a plouat toata ziua... De fapt inca mai cred ca ploua, sau poate s-a oprit. Ma duceam acasa si a inceput sa picure.  In cateva minute s-a apucat de plouat serios.  M-am simtit bine. Toata lumea isi deschidea umbrelele... pe cand eu mergeam pe strazi razand si simteam ca ploaia sterge toate relele, toate umbrele care imi acopera sufletul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost foarte placut momentul. As fi vrut sa il prelungesc, dar am ajuns acasa... Inainte nu imi placea ploaia..nici acum nu-mi place.. dar cea de azi a fost una speciala. Mi-a facut ziua mai frumoasa. Era rece, batea vantul.. o zi tipica de toamna... Si ce chestie.. spunea in horoscopul meu de azi ca azi e ziua mea norocoasa... hmm si ma intreb acum poate chiar a fost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca a fost o zi frumoasa. Pentru ca m-am simtit bine azi.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca vreau sa mai ploua ca sa ma mai simt asa... sa imi simt sufletul liber... si sa ma bucur de ploaie sau de alte lucruri marunte ca un copil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am trecut si printr-un mic parc.. unde erau copii care fugeau si radeau. Un baietel era asa fericit ca mama lui i-a cumparat o minge noua.. Si alerga neastamparat... Cat de bine e sa fii copil. Si cand eram mica, vroiam sa fiu mare.. Cand sunt mare, vreau sa ma reintorc la copilarie. Sa fiu inca un copil care nu stie ce inseamna o greutate in viata.. sau care nu stie ca oamenii sunt rai , egoisti si doar pentru ei.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate acum nu se mai poate. Si inca nu sunt mare mare. Vor mai veni greutati, lovituri ale vietii din ce in ce mai dureroase. Poti sa te pregatesti sa le intampini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa invat sa ma bucur de lucrurile marunte, sa ma bucur de cele care cu adevarat conteaza, care iti incalzesc sufletul. Dar oare e de ajuns sa iti doresti? Cum sa faci asta cand apar din ce in ce mai multe lipsuri? Cand lumea in jurul tau e asa de in goana dupa bani? Fiecaruia dintre noi ii lipseste ceva. Si poate e normal... nu putem sa le avem pe toate. Dar putem face ceva pentru a ne simti mai plini? Nu goi... nu osteniti... nu infranti in fata vietii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Cum poti sa te gandesti si sa apreciezi lucrurile pe care le ai si sa nu mai acorzi atata importanta celor pe care nu le ai si le doresti? Nu cred ca se poate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/djcrusher/b0a8fbc75fb598.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/djcrusher/b0a8fbc75fb598.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2249615497918210513?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2249615497918210513/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2249615497918210513&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2249615497918210513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2249615497918210513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/ploua.html' title='ploua...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/StTjv2MIB9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/UWsuw3Ou0Hk/s72-c/Heavy_Rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-9059066145488422666</id><published>2009-10-11T22:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:38:00.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTnfwNcXSRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTnfwNcXSRc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ma face sa ma simt bine melodia asta... sa am incredere in mine.... si ca cineva acolo sus sau jos imi doreste binele si ma vegheaza, chiar daca suna exagerat. Si ca visele chiar se implinesc daca crezi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-9059066145488422666?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/9059066145488422666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=9059066145488422666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/9059066145488422666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/9059066145488422666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-smile.html' title='take me away ...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6324319186425085037</id><published>2009-10-04T22:06:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:14:51.738+03:00</updated><title type='text'>material vs spiritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Ssjz4teiBHI/AAAAAAAAAak/BeA_PFFx5jk/s1600-h/4ac0e17480504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Ssjz4teiBHI/AAAAAAAAAak/BeA_PFFx5jk/s320/4ac0e17480504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388825109754676338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                Faceam ieri cu o prietena o lista cu dorinte pentru toamna 2009:) In timp ce ea isi dorea mai multe impliniri pe planul spiritual-lucruri care te fac sa te simti mai bine, care iti incalzesc sufletul intr-o zi rece de toamna, eu insiram dorinte care de care mai....reci. Ca de exemplu, sa imi cumpar nu stiu ce pulover la vreun milion sau sa imi schimb telefonul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;        Nu va imaginati ca nu am scris deloc despre lucruri sau dorinte mai spirituale... Am scris si de alea... Dar..e ciudat. Cu toate ca nu stau asa bine cu banii(dar asta e alta poveste- niciodata nu imi ajung- mai ales de cand m-am apucat de fumat recunosc) mi se pare ca lucrurile materiale sunt mult mai usor de obtinut decat cele interioare, spirituale... Poate e normal sa fie asa. Dar nu aduc nici pe jumatate fericirea pe care o aduc implinirile sufletesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poate sunt mai materialista decat credeam. Constientizez ca sunt alte lucruri mai importante, dar nu am incredere ca le-as putea avea. E mai simplu sa imi schimb telefonul decat sa am mai multa incredere in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentru tine ce conteaza mai mult? Ce iti doresti de la toamna 2009? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Lista mea cu impliniri vara 2009 e la fel-lucruri materiale dar in acelasi si spirituale, care ma fac sa ma simt mai bine, dar sunt mari... nu sunt marunte.. ca zambetul unui copil... privitul cerului noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;Apropo luna din seara asta e absolut superba :X E luna plina.&lt;br /&gt;Si un alt apropo... dar nu neaparat apropo... Blogul meu e prea personal. Dar chiar nu stiu ce sa scriu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6324319186425085037?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6324319186425085037/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6324319186425085037&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6324319186425085037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6324319186425085037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/material-vs-spiritual.html' title='material vs spiritual'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Ssjz4teiBHI/AAAAAAAAAak/BeA_PFFx5jk/s72-c/4ac0e17480504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2510936027224657206</id><published>2009-10-01T23:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:30:42.618+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nici sa consolezi nu stii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SsURGZMEyxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L18uVoznQuY/s1600-h/2498938-2-tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SsURGZMEyxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L18uVoznQuY/s320/2498938-2-tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731330757085970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cum poti sa imi spui ca nu am tratat examenul cu responsabilitate? Da stiu, am picat...Dar nu pentru ca nu l-am tratat cum trebuie. Am invatat. Pentru ca conteaza foarte mult pentru mine. Si tu ar trebui sa stii asta. Dar nu stii- pentru ca nu ai fost acolo langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Acesta este primul examen din sirul lung de examene pe care o sa le mai pici in viata. Acum simti si tu gustul dezamagirii. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halal.Frumoase cuvinte pe care ti le-ai gasit sa mi le spui in cel mai important an pentru mine care e presarat cu examene- examenul pt sc d soferi, bacul, cambridge-ul , admiterea la facultate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici sa consolezi nu stii. M-ai facut sa ma simt groaznic.... si sa adorm cu lacrimi in ochi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mi se face frica.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DjDarkon/3d21e533aca76b.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DjDarkon/3d21e533aca76b.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laurentiu Duta - Freeman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2510936027224657206?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2510936027224657206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2510936027224657206&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2510936027224657206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2510936027224657206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/10/nici-sa-consolezi-nu-stii.html' title='Nici sa consolezi nu stii.'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SsURGZMEyxI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/L18uVoznQuY/s72-c/2498938-2-tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6639090643880796746</id><published>2009-09-23T20:05:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:18:07.272+03:00</updated><title type='text'>of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SrpXaVSCqWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JLBsCKZv5h0/s1600-h/036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SrpXaVSCqWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JLBsCKZv5h0/s320/036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384712414375881058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt pe cale sa imi pierd cea mai buna prietena. Si nu vreau asta. Dar nici nu stiu cum sa opresc sa se intample lucrul asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul a inceput acum ceva timp... 2 saptamani maxim. Cand ea mi-a reprosat ca nu imi mai pasa de ce spune si ca nu o ascult. Am incercat sa ii spun ca nu e asa... si la inceput nu era. Dar incetul cu incetul parca asa a devenit. Nu imi explic de ce. Pentru mine ea ramane cea mai buna prietena a mea... Dar in ultima vreme parca ma straduiesc sa ii arat ca imi pasa... nu stiu ce sa fac. Ca sa explic mai bine... pentru ea.. se vede ca eu ma chinui sa o ascult si sa o fac sa ma creada ca imi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu vreau asta. Dar nu imi explic de ce se intampla asa. OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6639090643880796746?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6639090643880796746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6639090643880796746&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6639090643880796746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6639090643880796746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/of.html' title='of'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SrpXaVSCqWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/JLBsCKZv5h0/s72-c/036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1680626368413099810</id><published>2009-09-20T14:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:50:10.734+03:00</updated><title type='text'>actualizare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Prima saptamana de scoala a trecut.. gata maine incepe alta. Din nou... trezit devreme... profi... bac... traficul de manuale :)... iar eu ma simt obosita ca la jumatatea semestrului. Si nici n-a inceput bine scoala. Of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In ultimele seri tot am avut niste vise ciudatele ... in care eram foarte schimbata si era ciudat. Dar nu stiu in ce consta schimbarea. Mister.  In fine. Vor ramane niste vise pentru ca oricum nu prea intrezaresc eu schinbari la mine prea radicale. Dar cine stie? :)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai am o mica problema. Parca nu mai pot sa postez nimic... dupa cum se vede postul e foarte sec. E doar despre ce am mai patit si cum ma mai simt asa la suprafata. Interiorul si cum ma simt eu cu mine - nu stiu. Daca m-as gandi mai mult, as sti. Dar nu vreau. E bine asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa si apropo. Am fost ieri la cinema . La The ugly truth. Foarte fain filmul. Vi-l recomand cu caldura. Comedie romantica din care cred ca se si poate invata ceva :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Phigaro/61a0b37af5553c.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Phigaro/61a0b37af5553c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy Win - Beautiful lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1680626368413099810?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1680626368413099810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1680626368413099810&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1680626368413099810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1680626368413099810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/actualizare.html' title='actualizare'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2330285534695276518</id><published>2009-09-17T19:29:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:38:59.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Citesc in ultima perioada o carte despre increderea in sine, cum sa ai incredere sau cum sa reusesti sa atingi telul pe care ti l-ai propus... si azi am citit un paragraf destul de interesant pe care vreau sa il impartasesc cu voi  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prin orice mijloace,renunta la ideea ca lumea este pornita impotriva ta.Nu este asa. De fapt,cea mai mare parte a lumii nici macar nu are habar de existenta ta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Partea mai mica a lumii, care te cunoaste, prea prinsa de propriile circumstante, ca sa-i pese de tine. Oamenii despre care crezi ca se gandesc la tine probabil ca nici nu se gandesc. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2330285534695276518?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2330285534695276518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2330285534695276518&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2330285534695276518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2330285534695276518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/citesc-in-ultima-perioada-o-carte.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7320372240267395318</id><published>2009-09-13T11:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:38:38.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce toti baietii ma vad doar ca o amica? ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7320372240267395318?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7320372240267395318/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7320372240267395318&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7320372240267395318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7320372240267395318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-ce-toti-baietii-ma-vad-doar-ca-o.html' title='De ce toti baietii ma vad doar ca o amica? ...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5687687047071732863</id><published>2009-09-06T22:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:25:33.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SqQapEOhxEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7Qy_PPYPlNQ/s1600-h/raindropsonmywindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SqQapEOhxEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7Qy_PPYPlNQ/s320/raindropsonmywindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378453147798848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... ca sa imi justific cuvantul...nehotarare..... nu stiu.. Sunt foarte nehotarata, iau greu o decizie.... prefer sa n-o iau eu... sa decida altii in locul meu. Stiu ca sunt lasa, dar poate nu sunt pregatita sa fiu asa responsabila... sa imi asum deciziile. Inca nu am fost nevoita sa iau o decizie prea majora sau hotaratoare, dar intr-un an o sa fiu pusa in aceasta situatie de catre bac... si de alegerea facultatii cele mai potrivite. Mi se pare atat de greu... Dar mai e pana atunci.Poate o sa ma mai schimb un pic... Desi cred ca mi se mai potrivesc niste cuvinte.... gen slaba, fara vointa... naiva..  Nu stiu cum mi se intampla de fiecare data cand imi propun cate ceva mai important pentru mine, nu reusesc sa duc la capat... Cateva zile e bine. dar dupa mi se taie firu`. Renunt. Cred ca sunt prea comoda. Asta e adevarul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Ma incearca mai nou un sentiment de tristete, de singuratate... Parca pana acum ma prefaceam mai usor ca e bine, ca sunt ok asa singura cum sunt. Dar nu e. Doar ma amageam .... De fapt sunt mai singura ca niciodata. Vine majoratul meu intr-o saptamana. Tata s-ar putea nici sa nu fie acasa. Nu sunt eu genul  cu familia, sau cu rudele.. nu sunt prea familista... dar cred ... ca ar fi foarte naspa sa nu fie acolo langa mine... Nici nu-mi pot imagina. Sper sa ajunga acasa mai repede si sa fie acolo. Dar asta e alt subiect....   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Mi-e si frica sa continui scriind despre singuratatea mea... parca devine prea vizibila dintr-odata. Vreau sa pastrez lucrurile asa. .. sa le maschez cumva iar... Sa fie ca inainte, Nu stiu. E usor sa iesi, sa zambesti , sa te distrezi. Dar dupa toate astea, ce ramane? Nimic? E prea dureros.  Mi-e dor sa iubesc. Am si uitat ce inseamna sa iubesti pe cineva, sa simti fluturi in stomac cand il vezi ... Sa simti ca vrei sa dai totul pentru acea persoana... orice. Am uitat cum e sa mergi cu cineva de mana prin parc... cum e sa te bucuri de adierea vantului alaturi de cineva.... Pana acum m-am bucurat singura. Ce bucurie !.. Halal bucurie. Cuvantul "iubire" si tot ce implica.... sunt asa departe de mine. Nici nu le mai intrezaresc. Am incercat,dar tot timpul am esuat. Sunt clipe cand imi zic ca am alte lucruri de care sa fiu multumita, sa le apreciez, sa ma bucur de ele... si ma mint in acele clipe ca nu conteaza ca sunt singura.... Dar e doar o minciuna. Si din pacate asa o sa ramana. O minciuna dar de care o sa stiu numai eu.  Pentru ceilalti va fi adevar. Si poate mintindu-ma singura de atatea ori,o sa ajunga adevar si pentru mine.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Mi se pare penibil tot postul....ma simt patetica ca am scris despre asta. Poate nu trebuia. Dar o melodie si mai multe discutii m-au facut sa imi deschid ochii un pic... O sa ii inchid la loc cu ivirea zorilor de maine. Si va fi totul ca si cand nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat. ca si cand nu as simti nimic din ce am scris mai sus.   E o saptamana grea... am de dat testarea pentru examenul de la scoala de soferi... mai e si majoratul meu... o gramada de pregatiri :) Nici pantofi nu mi-am luat ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS 2: Ce as fuma acum o tigara. Dar pachetul e gol. Ramane pe maine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MariaaM/9cc2789267c936.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MariaaM/9cc2789267c936.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink - I Don't Believe You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5687687047071732863?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5687687047071732863/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5687687047071732863&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5687687047071732863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5687687047071732863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/diverse.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SqQapEOhxEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/7Qy_PPYPlNQ/s72-c/raindropsonmywindow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-799928534420284535</id><published>2009-09-02T21:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:45:54.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a little game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Care e cuvantul tau? Un cuvant care sa te defineasca ca persoana. Sa iti caracterizeze viata de pana acum , aventurile pe care le-ai avut, esecurile sau realizarile.   Poate sa fie orice-un verb, un substantiv, un adjectiv(sa ne mai amintim un pic si de gramatica limbii romane:)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Al meu e NEHOTARARE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-799928534420284535?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/799928534420284535/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=799928534420284535&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/799928534420284535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/799928534420284535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-game.html' title='a little game'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2746425056579925733</id><published>2009-09-01T10:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:31:16.728+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 septembrie :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  S-a terminat vara... gata. E inceput de toamna... Si de ce suntem melancolici? De ce simt ca parca a murit o parte din mine?... si ca odata cu inceputul toamnei, iar o sa se schimbe ceva in mine...  Totul va ramane o amintire, toata vara... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dar totusi, nu cred ca ar trebui sa fie asa. De ce sa fim suparati pe viata ca timpul a trecut zburand, prea repede, fara sa il vedem? Poate suntem noi de vina ca nu am profitat de el la timp..  ca nu am trait vara suficient de intens cum ar fi trebuit... Oare nu ar fi mai bine sa fim recunoscatori pentru aceasta vara care ne-a fost alaturi timp de 3 luni... si care ne-a incantat zi de zi? Pe langa dezamagirile, tristetile sau momentele proaste, care oricum sunt prezente langa noi tot timpul,vara ne-a adus si multe alte clipe frumoase pe care o sa ni le amintim mereu-  marea, valurile ei, sunetul lor,  nisipul fierbinte de sub talpi, noptile pierdute, micile nebunii sau marile nebunii, aventuri de-o vara, sentimente noi,... concerte in aer liber... noi prieteni, iubiti, iubite.... distractie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          Toate astea ne vor incalzi sufletul pana la vara viitoare si pe timpul anotimpurilor reci ce vor urma.... toamna si iarna...   Amintirile, pozele , sentimentele pe care le avem acum la sfarsitul verii nimeni nu ni le va lua... ele sunt de nepretuit...  La un moment dat, o sa reprezinte tot ce avem... Dar momentan, vine toamna.... sau a venit deja? cu ploaia si frigul ei..... si viata isi urmeaza cursul firesc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie ce va mai aduce cu ea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2746425056579925733?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2746425056579925733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2746425056579925733&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2746425056579925733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2746425056579925733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/09/1-septembrie.html' title='1 septembrie :)'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8136319987411242272</id><published>2009-08-28T10:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:02:29.443+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Music makes the people come together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SpeLVJMAkTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FGU3AU9iElI/s1600-h/premiu+ana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SpeLVJMAkTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FGU3AU9iElI/s320/premiu+ana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374917875649777970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ieri am ajuns acasa si am descoperit un frumos premiu care ma asteapta de la Ciocolatika :)...  Lantul Blogurilor Inimi si Diamante ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Il dau mai departe :   Ciocolatika&lt;br /&gt;                                                  R`A- Razvan&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Safari Nudlet&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Uuoana&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Rocsanna&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Zuanna&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Halatel&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Ade`s Blog&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Anca-I don`t want to miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*trimite-mi-l inapoi - daca ma numeri printre prietenii tai;&lt;br /&gt;* nici o trimitere... mai ai inca de lucru la relatia ta cu ceilalti;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 trimiteri...esti amabila, dar ai nevoie sa te exteriorizezi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 trimiteri...ti-ai ales bine prietenele;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6 trimiteri... esti dintre cei mai populari, si acesta este probabil motivul pentru care esti in lista mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum.. motivul pentru care am fost plecata cam 2 zile de acasa.... am fost la concert la Madonna....:)      Chiar daca peste tot se spune ca a fost un concert nasol si ca nu stiu eu ce, mie chiar mi-a placut... si nu sunt fana a Madonnei... am fost mai mult pentru show si pentru ca mi s-a parut ca ar fi o experienta interesanta .... si nu m-am inselat. Mi-a placut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este adevarat ca organizarea a fost cam proasta, mai ales la felul cum era impartit gazonul... A si B... lumea se calca in picioare pe gazonul B:)) unde eram si eu...  era inabuseala...si nici nu vedeai bine scena.... Pentru mine Madonna era o furnica :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oamenii se asteptau , ca si mine, la un concert mult mai spectaculos, ca nah e Madonna... si de aici a venit si dezamagirea multora dintre oamenii care erau prezenti acolo....... Dar asa ca concert, a fost unul tare... :X  sa faci un asemenea spectacol la 50 d ani cred ca e uimitor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8136319987411242272?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8136319987411242272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8136319987411242272&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8136319987411242272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8136319987411242272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-makes-people-come-together.html' title='Music makes the people come together'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SpeLVJMAkTI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FGU3AU9iElI/s72-c/premiu+ana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-6576927691714036591</id><published>2009-08-25T10:42:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:14:16.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>scrisoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SpOb473YsrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oue3HuUIXus/s1600-h/005copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SpOb473YsrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oue3HuUIXus/s320/005copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373810182828110514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esti oare fericita?.... Ai prieteni, o familie aproape minunata ... poate chiar iti place de cineva...  Ai aproape tot ce ti-ai dorit.  Dar te simti implinita? Fericita poate?  Din pacate esti prea ne-re-cu-nos-ca-toa-re draga mea. Nimic nu te multumeste. Ai un lucru, dar iti doresti altul. Vrei ce nu poti avea. Te compatimesc.... nu stii sa apreciezi ceea ce ai.... Dar tu mi-ai spune acum cu nonsalanta : "cine o face?". Si da, trebuie sa iti dau dreptate. Asa e lumea. Ravneste sa aiba cat mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Asa esti si tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iti place sa o faci pe victima... vrei sa fii putin mai egoista.... Dar in acelasi timp ti-e frica sa ramai singura. De fapt aceasta e marea ta temere-singuratatea. Nu moartea.  Te sperie gandul ca in curand te vei desparti de cei dragi.. ti-e frica de viitor. Draga mea, esti prea fricoasa. Infrunta viata. O sa ai urcusuri, coborasuri, caderi in abisuri prea mari pentru tine, dar ce e viata fara acestea? Cazi, te ridici, cazi iar, te ridici din nou... Te cunosc si stiu ca nu esti asa de puternica...dar ar cam trebui sa inveti... Invata sa te descurci singura. O sa vina momente cand nimeni nu-ti va dori binele. Trebuie sa fii destul de tare sa iesi la liman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin-gu-ri-ca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incepi sa te convingi ca lumea nu-i asa de buna cum ai crezut, dar inca visezi cai verzi pe pereti. Asa e mai simplu pentru tine. Sa crezi in oameni, sa crezi ca iubirea inca exista, sa crezi ca se poate lega o prietenie atat de stransa incat sa nu o desfaca nimeni si nimic....  Astea exista doar in fil-me.  Imi pare rau sa te dezamagesc.  Viata nu-i asa. Viata bate filmul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toata lumea se schimba... Tu de ce nu ai face-o? Iti doresti asa de mult sa fii alta.. visezi la asta.... Atunci de ce nu faci ceva? Ai incercat macar sa faci ceva? Marea intrebare fara raspuns a vietii tale. Esti constienta de unele lucruri, dar nu le poti schimba. Ele raman undeva prin mintea ta. Le ignori, incerci sa le compensezi cu alte multe vi-cii.. dar oare reusesti?  Te complaci in aceeasi situatie din comoditate. Esti slaba. Nu faci nimic pentru tine. Cum poti trai asa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iesi, te distrezi, te simti bine. Daca te-ar vedea cineva, ar zice chiar ca esti fericita draga mea, ca nu ai absolut nici o grija. Nici o Grija. Zambesti usor. Razi zgomotos. Dansezi pana dimineata.... Simti ca lumea e a ta.&lt;br /&gt;Esti atat de departe de adevar. Seara tot singura ramai, cu mine, cu gandurile tale, cu sentimentele ... Dimineata ma uiti intr-un sertar prafuit si o iei de la capat. Zambete. Rasete. Aparente. Si maine va fi la fel, tot timpul va fi asa. Ca si cum scrisoarea aceasta nu ar fi existat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desi am o singura satisfactie draga mea.  Sentimentele nu le poti ingropa, nu le poti ascunde. Ele raman in sufletul tau alaturi de tine ca sa te mai chinuie un pic... la fel si temerile. Nu pot face nimic ca sa te ajut. Nu vreau. Asta e sarcina ta.  Indeplineste-o pana cand nu e prea tarziu. Fa macar asta pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iarta-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-6576927691714036591?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/6576927691714036591/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=6576927691714036591&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6576927691714036591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/6576927691714036591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/scrisoare.html' title='scrisoare'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SpOb473YsrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/oue3HuUIXus/s72-c/005copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5350878192808778542</id><published>2009-08-19T18:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:09:17.625+03:00</updated><title type='text'>it`s just a dream..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Sow_tGbaAhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tMwPevLv6qQ/s1600-h/bmw-m5-aurit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Sow_tGbaAhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tMwPevLv6qQ/s320/bmw-m5-aurit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371738499598385682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-a urcat in masina. Vroia sa plece cat mai departe de locurile acelea, de oamenii care i-au facut atata rau... Nu mai suporta nici o clipa. Porni in viteza si o gonea pe strazile pustii, fara sa ii pese de nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vroia sa se piarda in noapte, sa uite de tot.. Sa o ia de la capat... sa fie alta... sa nu isi mai bata joc lumea de ea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       Deja atingea 120..... nu mai simtea nimic inafara de viteza cu care se indeparta de oras.. si de durerea aceea.... o durere imensa...Fusese totul asa de perfect si se naruise intr-o singura ora. Toate sperantele ei au murit. A ajuns la 150.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Inca mai simte durere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dadu drumul la radio. Stiri. Un baiat gelos si-a injunghiat prietena si dupa s-a sinucis. Incurajatoare stire,s-a gandit.  Iesise din oras si nu vroia sa o opreasca nimeni... si nimic...A dat pe alt post. Muzica vesela, hituri de vara. Dar ea nici nu le auzea. Inca simtea durerea aceea sfasietoare... Opri pe dreapta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cobori din masina. Suvoaie de lacrimi ii inundau chipul... ar fi trebuit sa nu simta nimic, nu sa fie mai rau. Isi aprinse o tigara. Totul era pustiu. I se facu frica. Se urca din nou in masina. Iar a pornit masina si gonea pe drumul de munte care se intindea in fata ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu era nimeni sa o vada... Plangea atat de tare incat nu vedea nici drumul in fata sa.  Nici fumatul nu o incalzea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dar daca as bea ceva? Asa o sa ma incalzesc... si o sa si uit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se opri la un peco... se uita in oglinda... Se observa ca a plans, dar pentru ea nu mai conta nimic. Cumpara o sticla de whisky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      Iar s-a urcat la volan...parca o urmarea cineva, asa de tare conducea... De fapt o persecuta amintirea lui.... El....cel care a invatat-o sa iubeasca.... sa dea tot pentru iubire... Si pentru ce?  Ca acum sa ajunga sa fumeze si sa bea la volan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Desi, era si o parte buna. Incepea sa se simta mai sigura pe sine cu fiecare inghititura de alcool... Nu ii mai era nici frica... si nici frig.  Lacrimile i s-au oprit. Nu mai simtea prea multe... Era libera, se simtea descatusata.. A inceput sa cante. Se simtea eliberata parca de sub cel mai aspru jug. Inchidea ochii din cand in cand.... era intr-o stare de reverie cand brusc a intrat pe contrasens... Hmm nu isi facea griji pentru ca la ora aia nu era nimeni pe drum, nu avea cine.. Dar ... se insela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Dintr-odata un camion ii aparu din neant si era prea derutata ca sa-si dea seama ce avea sa se intample.. Nu facu nimic pentru a evita coliziunea... soferul camionului o claxona, dar ea nu se dadea din cale...  Conducea si mai tare..parca asteptase asta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   In cateva ore, locul era plin de politisti, de ambulante... Sticla era goala....&lt;br /&gt;...muzica canta... ea visa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5350878192808778542?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5350878192808778542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5350878192808778542&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5350878192808778542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5350878192808778542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-just-dream.html' title='it`s just a dream..'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/Sow_tGbaAhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tMwPevLv6qQ/s72-c/bmw-m5-aurit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3277929954513290621</id><published>2009-08-16T18:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:42:54.064+03:00</updated><title type='text'>unusual you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SogmIFZTKlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lRJJ1NZB6Dc/s1600-h/kissing-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SogmIFZTKlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lRJJ1NZB6Dc/s320/kissing-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584475968416338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Va mai amintiti voi de tipul ala de care va ziceam eu ca stiu unde lucreaza, dar ca nu stiam ce sa fac.... :)...  Well, aseara am iesit cu el- si cu mai multi.. Am fost intr-un club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    danseaza asa bine 8-&gt; si e sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa, ne indreptam spre casa... si am vorbit o gramada.... cica ne-am cunoscut mai bine... i-am cerut si numarul de telefon.... si nu are prietena:)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A fost bine asa.... imi place mult de el. Chiar prea mult... Mi se pare baiatul perfect pentru orice fata- e un pic cuminte asa, la locul lui, e de treaba, simpatic, danseaza bine, arata bine si nici nu e prost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Eh pentru mine e un pic cam inalt.... dar cu tocuri cred ca s-ar rezolva lucrurile:) daca ar fi sa fie ceva intre noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Sincer cred ca inima mea o ia razna cam repede.... Zilele astea ma laudam ca nu vreau o relatie serioasa- ci cat mai multe aventuri- nu ma vedeam pregatita sa incep o relatie..... Dar pe el il vad altfel....  si nu-mi place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai simtit asa ceva... de muuuuult timp... nu stiu cum sa reactionez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Si dilema mea e... El ma vede ca o amica? Sau poate vrea ceva mai mult? Nici nu stiu ce sa fac.  Iar va cer ajutorul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="438" height="36"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/deny91/5b4f3c5db56cdc.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/deny91/5b4f3c5db56cdc.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inna- Amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/%3Cbr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... asa ma face sa ma simt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-3277929954513290621?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/3277929954513290621/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=3277929954513290621&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3277929954513290621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3277929954513290621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/unusual-you.html' title='unusual you'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SogmIFZTKlI/AAAAAAAAAVI/lRJJ1NZB6Dc/s72-c/kissing-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8591518439010159383</id><published>2009-08-14T14:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:35:06.654+03:00</updated><title type='text'>suflet inecat in mare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Astept sa te visez iar...  Mi-e dor de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Si nu pot face nimic ca sa te revad... Las aceasta dorinta in mana destinului, care daca i se va face mila de mine, te voi revedea cat mai curand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma chinui asa in continuare..pana cand va aparea altcineva si va sterge amintirea ta .... Atunci o sa ma simt eliberata.. Dar nu stiu cand va veni ... pentru ca tot astept.. si e ca si cum as astepta in zadar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nu te iubesc. A trecut prea mult timp... dar imi doresc totusi sa imi fii aproape.. si sa te simt langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma sufoc in amintiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8591518439010159383?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8591518439010159383/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8591518439010159383&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8591518439010159383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8591518439010159383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/suflet-inecat-in-mare.html' title='suflet inecat in mare...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8846152939522002125</id><published>2009-08-11T09:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:46:34.008+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SoEQppZfkqI/AAAAAAAAATw/bVuxsHHh_zg/s1600-h/album_pic%5B2%5D.jpgpremio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SoEQppZfkqI/AAAAAAAAATw/bVuxsHHh_zg/s320/album_pic%5B2%5D.jpgpremio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368590538475803298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am primit acest premiu de la Aly - http://luckybracelet.blogspot.com/ si il ofer mai departe la ciocolatika, Halatel, 5 zambete, LaNayba, Inax, R`A, Kitty, Kali, Marya si la Safari Nudlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Multumesc :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8846152939522002125?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8846152939522002125/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8846152939522002125&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8846152939522002125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8846152939522002125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-primit-acest-premiu-de-la-aly.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SoEQppZfkqI/AAAAAAAAATw/bVuxsHHh_zg/s72-c/album_pic%5B2%5D.jpgpremio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1155086266796513602</id><published>2009-08-10T21:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:30:13.264+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SoEP4yDvg7I/AAAAAAAAATo/seM-EPbkjRI/s1600-h/IMG_5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SoEP4yDvg7I/AAAAAAAAATo/seM-EPbkjRI/s320/IMG_5219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368589698986902450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt acasa... in sfarsit.... pf.. Nici nu stiu cu ce sa incep... A fost bine, dar a fost si rau, adica plictisitor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Vroiam sa mai dureze... sa mai stau... iubesc marea... m-am ars si pe spate.. m-am dat si cu iaurt.. si mi-a trecut in final.. dar acum mi se cojeste pielea de pe spate.. . cam urat... datorita cutremurului care a fost acum cateva zile, o saptamana, s-au starnit niste valuri asa mari incat ma dadeau jos.. si erau si mai inalte decat mine.. dar marea tot superba a ramas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dupa cum se spune, toate lucrurile frumoase au un sfarsit... Am cunoscut si un tip... dar care prea tarziu mi-a spus sa iesim la un suc... Si a trebuit sa plec... :(.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.dar raman cu o amintire placuta... Ma lasa asa cu un zambet larg pe fata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     .........like a summer love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi pe drum in masina, a cantat la radio o melodie.. care mi-a placut foarte mult... ce exprima versurile...  Stateam in fata pentru ca am rau de masina... si ma uitam pe soseaua care se intinde in fata mea.. si asa gandurile m-au napustit.. la ce ma asteapta acasa... la ce am lasat in urma... la mai multe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/IuLiAtRiLuLiLu/11e262b0f19ced.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/IuLiAtRiLuLiLu/11e262b0f19ced.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holograf - Doar o viata nu-mi ajunge sa iubesc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Va invit si pe voi sa ascultati melodia si versurile.. sa stati 4minute si sa va ganditi la ce va face sa simtiti melodia :).... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ma simt bine acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1155086266796513602?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1155086266796513602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1155086266796513602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1155086266796513602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1155086266796513602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-home.html' title='I`m home'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SoEP4yDvg7I/AAAAAAAAATo/seM-EPbkjRI/s72-c/IMG_5219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7367299631739262304</id><published>2009-08-02T12:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:32:24.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SnVc8ZWsUYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WAKs6WH2rV0/s1600-h/240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SnVc8ZWsUYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WAKs6WH2rV0/s320/240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365296723749785986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; In seara asta plec la mare...Abia astept sa revad marea....Chiar daca plec cu mama si cu sora mea,cred ca o sa fie dragut si o sa ma simt bine. Numai ca ea nu stie ca fumez, deci probabil nu o sa mai fumez asa des- dar sunt sigura ca o sa gasesc eu o modalitate de a-mi continua viciul.... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Din pacate, in ultima vreme m-am cam certat cu o foarte buna prietena, chiar cea mai buna.. si stiu ca in mare parte a fost vina mea.. Ea a fost plecata timp de aproape 2 saptamani.. si acum plec eu pentru o saptamana... Si nu avem cum sa ne vedem inainte.. deci cred ca o sa imi fie foarte dor de ea... si de momentele cand stateam la taclare si beam Cola cu gheata si lamaie. ... Cred ca prin modalitatea asta vreau sa ii mai spun o data ca conteaza mult pentru mine.. Am trecut impreuna prin atatea lucruri, mai bune si mai rele, si chiar daca o mai gafam cateodata, ....tot cele mai bune prietene ramanem. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mica mea Love Story ia pauza pentru o saptamana- sper sa revin in forta :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O sa imi fie dor de prietenii mei,de fetele de acasa, de scoala de soferi,de blog.. de voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PS: Dupa cum vedeti si voi,paragrafele de mai sus nu au nici o legatura, poate mi-am pierdut indemanarea de a scrie, de a exprima ce simt. Stau si ma uit la ecranul calculatorului fara sa ma gandesc la nimic. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Va urez o saptamana placuta si sper sa ne revedem sau recitim, in curand !:*:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7367299631739262304?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7367299631739262304/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7367299631739262304&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7367299631739262304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7367299631739262304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/08/zambet.html' title='Zambet'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SnVc8ZWsUYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/WAKs6WH2rV0/s72-c/240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-1953553551944493274</id><published>2009-07-30T11:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:49:04.502+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SnFeeM-i_LI/AAAAAAAAASw/enCirwublYA/s1600-h/BC7602-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SnFeeM-i_LI/AAAAAAAAASw/enCirwublYA/s320/BC7602-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364172504147623090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ieri am avut de facut niste cumparaturi pentru ca luni plec la mare:X, adica duminica noapte.. Si am trecut, nu din intamplare, pe langa magazinul la care lucreaza X.. Exact atunci, a iesit afara:) si am stat de vorba- chestii banale presupun- ce faci, ce-ai mai facut, chestii dintr-astea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Era dragut ... :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-1953553551944493274?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/1953553551944493274/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=1953553551944493274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1953553551944493274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/1953553551944493274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SnFeeM-i_LI/AAAAAAAAASw/enCirwublYA/s72-c/BC7602-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8164803210073001272</id><published>2009-07-26T21:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:49:02.117+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am o mica problema... ceva ce imi sta pe cap... ;)) nu stiu daca chiar se poate numi problema.. Cert e ca am nevoie de niste sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;  So.. imi place de acest tip.... ne-am vazut o data.. . Nu ii stiu nr d tel, si nici id. Doar unde lucreaza si alte date... Si acum, ma gandesc .... asa la el.. si la ce sa fac..sau daca ar trebui sa fac ceva.&lt;br /&gt;     What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8164803210073001272?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8164803210073001272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8164803210073001272&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8164803210073001272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8164803210073001272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-o-mica-problema.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7217691246622179301</id><published>2009-07-20T10:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:27:12.274+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O melodie pentru inceput de saptamana :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="438" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/divercitycafe/feb2a92e50a17f.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/divercitycafe/feb2a92e50a17f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelly Furtado- Manos al aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a nice week !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7217691246622179301?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7217691246622179301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7217691246622179301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7217691246622179301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7217691246622179301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-melodie-pentru-inceput-de-saptamana.html' title='O melodie pentru inceput de saptamana :)'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8571063166216271355</id><published>2009-07-12T20:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:37:50.038+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau doar pe cineva care sa ma iubeasca.. nu sa vrea altceva. :-&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don`t you know it just takes more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8571063166216271355?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8571063166216271355/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8571063166216271355&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8571063166216271355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8571063166216271355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/07/vreau-doar-pe-cineva-care-sa-ma.html' title='Vreau doar pe cineva care sa ma iubeasca.. nu sa vrea altceva. :-&lt;'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5157552927512548098</id><published>2009-07-11T00:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:04:22.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri la 1 noaptea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       e tarziu...nici nu stiu cum de sunt treaza, de obicei dormeam la ora asta... dar nici nu mi-e somn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    e intuneric... fumez o tigara, si tot felul de ganduri imi curg prin minte...parca viata mi se deruleaza in cateva imagini, si in cateva clipe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   azi a fost prima confruntare cu realitatea pe care am lasat-o inainte sa plec- cearta cu mama.. Brusc m-am simtit din nou mica mica.. si imi venea sa dispar iar din peisaj.. Nici acum nu stiu cum ar trebui sa procedez... ce sa fac.. ce sa simt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Poate suna a delir, dar asa sunt si gandurile mele , in aceasta clipa..amestecate, involburate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      ...ma doare capul. Ma gandeam adineaori la faptul ca vreau sa schimb ceva la mine.. dar nu stiu daca o sa reusesc...  ce complica si mai mult lucrurile e ca nu stiu de unde sa incep...of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     de cateva zile, tot ma gandesc la el.. dar nu cu melancolie sau nostalgie... cu dor...vreau sa il mai vad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu cred ca e cazul sa ma bagati in seama, cred ca sunt niste prostii ce zic..dar simt nevoia sa scriu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5157552927512548098?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5157552927512548098/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5157552927512548098&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5157552927512548098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5157552927512548098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/07/ganduri-la-1-noaptea.html' title='ganduri la 1 noaptea'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-8595764779826676623</id><published>2009-07-09T10:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:23:19.215+03:00</updated><title type='text'>being back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pf.. de cand nu am mai postat ceva pe blog. E ciudat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai, am fost plecata intr-o vacanta departe, timp de 2 saptamani, in care m-am simtit foarte bine si m-am detasat de toate problemele... acolo simteam ca nu mai exista.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa zic chiar ca m-am intors alta, dupa cum mi-au spus si unele prietene...cred ca sunt mai optimista..mai altfel decat cea care eram acum 3 saptamani... Mi-am incarcat bateriile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce sper acum e sa nu mi se termine prea curand bateriile... si dezamagirea sa fie mai mare...sa nu cad iar in depresia in care eram acum ceva timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acolo cel mai bine a fost ca nu ma cunostea nimeni, ca nu ma judeca nimeni pentru felul cum ma imbrac sau arat sau alte chestii de genul.... Aici e altfel... Sper doar sa nu ma las afectata de faptul ca aici e altfel si ca m-am intors de unde am plecat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest, mi-a fost foarte dor de blogul meu si de blogurile voastre, de toti.. nu stiu... Am de recuperat destul de multe....si cred ca o sa incep imediat :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/divercitycafe/9443231e713945.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/divercitycafe/9443231e713945.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish you were here - Mya ft Chenelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-8595764779826676623?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/8595764779826676623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=8595764779826676623&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8595764779826676623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/8595764779826676623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-back-again.html' title='being back again'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-2470969665679231949</id><published>2009-06-12T22:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:37:31.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Ai sunat-o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Da... si ne-am intalnit azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si cum a fost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M-am simtit bine.. Nu stiu daca o sa tina, sau daca o sa mai fie la fel..  Sau chiar daca mai vreau.. ma simt dezamagita de viata, de oamenii pe care ii am alaturi, pana si de mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ......... nu stiu ce sa iti zic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cred ca de asta am vrut sa o vad, sa ma intorc in trecut, cand eram vesela, cand eram eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Esti de mult in starea asta... si stii ca nimeni nu te poate ajuta decat doar tu.. Si acum tu alegi sa vezi partea goala a paharului..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Da stiu... of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tot timpul e of, dar de ce nu faci ceva? e frustrant pentru cei din jurul tau sa te vada asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tu ma vezi cum sunt.. dar unii nu ma vad.. sunt zilnic langa ei si nu ma vad, nu simt prin ceea ce trec. Si pentru mine e frustrant... De asta vreau sa ma intorc in trecut, sa am in preajma oamenii din trecut, sa am iar sentimentele acelea.. Intr-un fel sa ma simt ca atunci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ca atunci nu are cum sa mai fie . Trebuie sa privesti in viitor... ce a fost a fost, oricat de mult ar durea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Da, asa e.. dar daca viitorul nu imi surade? Daca pe cer vad doar nori negri care se intrezaresc... si asteapta momentul potrivit sa apara? Ce fac? Vreau sa fug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, alegerea ta... daca vrei sa mai treci prin ce ai trecut, e ok.  Tu decizi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu stiu.. simt ca nu e alegerea mea, ca nu sunt eu cea care decide. E ciudat - mai devreme dansam.. acum.. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Acum vorbesti cu mine, si te rascolesc ganduri si sentimente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu stiu cine sunt, cum sunt.. M-am pierdut.. intre cea care vorbeste acum cu tine, si iti expune toate gandurile ei.. si cea care dansa mai devreme si iti spunea "eu ma simt bine"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ia-o ca pe o faza a adolescentei....o sa treaca. Nu-ti dai seama inca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Da, e adevarat... Nu-mi dau seama inca. .. Ma simt fara vlaga, lipsita de energie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trebuie sa lupti, sa te simti bine. Pentru tine in primul rand. Invata sa ai incredere in tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu stiu cum va fi.. ce voi face.. sau cum ma voi simti cand o sa pun capul pe perna... dar .... Va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DaDy_Yank3e/4aad3e54c3aef3.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DaDy_Yank3e/4aad3e54c3aef3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I`ll be right here waiting for you... to save me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-2470969665679231949?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/2470969665679231949/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=2470969665679231949&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2470969665679231949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/2470969665679231949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/06/ai-sunat-o-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-3123965772676993089</id><published>2009-06-11T19:22:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:40:49.995+03:00</updated><title type='text'>will we meet again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SjExx4x-w9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/mLSQ8jp1dmI/s1600-h/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SjExx4x-w9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/mLSQ8jp1dmI/s320/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346108965790860242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; azi am vorbit iar, dupa mult timp.  a fost ciudat... nici tu nu stiai ce sa crezi, cum de te-am sunat. asa am simtit. eram melancolica de la ploaie...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   mi-ar placea sa fie lucrurile cum erau, acum un an mai exact.. acusi se implineste 1 ani de cand s-a rupt totul , si inca nu sunt convinsa daca a fost bine sau rau.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   cert e ca iti simt lipsa, mi-e dor sa vorbim despre vrute si nevrute, sa stam la taclale la o cola cu gheata si lamaie, toate 3. azi eram doar noi 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       mi-ar placea sa fii aici, sa iti pot spune ce simt, si sa ma incurajezi cum o faceai inainte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    oare unde ne va duce viata? &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In fine, de cateva zile sunt foarte melancolica.. si nostalgica. Imagini din trecut imi revin in minte.. si cred ca si sentimente... Ieri imi era dor de cineva care a insemnat mult pentru mine, azi de ea.. maine cum va fi? .. Incerc sa ma refugiez in carti, in citit.. dar ma plictisesc..  Parca nu pot sa ma concentrez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Matykky/06b06441a4fe22.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Matykky/06b06441a4fe22.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordin Sparks - No Air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-3123965772676993089?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/3123965772676993089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=3123965772676993089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3123965772676993089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/3123965772676993089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/06/will-we-meet-again.html' title='will we meet again?'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SjExx4x-w9I/AAAAAAAAAPs/mLSQ8jp1dmI/s72-c/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-7093761746240500152</id><published>2009-06-04T17:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:08:56.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>people always leave....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu stiu ce sa fac... cum sa incep.... m-am saturat sa ma tot plang.. as vrea sa vorbesc cu cineva, dar parca cand vorbesc cu cineva ma prefac ca mi-a trecut si ca sunt iar ok...  ma simt din ce in ce mai oribil.. si neputincioasa in fata sentimentului asta de ura pentru propria persoana. pur si simplu am ajuns sa ma urasc... imi vine sa plang mai tot timpul -acasa, pe strada, la scoala.  parca se stinge ceva in mine si nu pot evita sa nu se intample acest lucru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cateodata ma gandesc ca ar fi mai bine sa nu mai exist pentru ca tot timpul va fi asa.. niciodata nu o sa fiu capabila sa schimb ceva, sa fac ceva pentru mine.  asta e adevarul. oricat de mult as incerca sa il ignor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     cum am mai spus.. ma simt pierduta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-7093761746240500152?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/7093761746240500152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=7093761746240500152&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7093761746240500152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/7093761746240500152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/06/people-always-leave.html' title='people always leave....'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-5248276727878454782</id><published>2009-06-02T15:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:52:01.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>watch this</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3401129&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3401129&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3401129"&gt;The Story of Stuff - Romanian&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1357403"&gt;www.storyofstuff.ro&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-5248276727878454782?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/5248276727878454782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=5248276727878454782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5248276727878454782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/5248276727878454782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-this.html' title='watch this'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-692751935827327912</id><published>2009-05-30T21:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:06:15.110+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..before sunset...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SiGDnrm-fLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kTOBVSpFk70/s1600-h/Julie_Delpy_in_Before_Sunset_Wallpaper_6_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SiGDnrm-fLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kTOBVSpFk70/s320/Julie_Delpy_in_Before_Sunset_Wallpaper_6_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341695350782459058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  de obicei nu scriu despre filme, dar tocmai am vazut un film care mi-a placut foarte mult:X e cam vechi, probabil l-ai vazut si tu.. Before Sunset.. 2004... continuarea de la Before Sunrise(1995)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   in mare, e vorba despre a risca totul pentru o zi.. sau o noapte .. sau cateva ore... o fata si un baiat se intalnesc in trenul spre Paris.. dar decid sa coboare din tren la Viena.. si petrec un timp minunat impreuna.. La sfarsit, promit sa se intalneasca in 6 luni, tot in gara.. fara a face schimb de numere de telefon sau adrese.. tot ce au e o promisiune.. Si se termina prima parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Filmul pe care l-am vazut adineaori incepe cu el, fiind in Paris prezentandu-si noua carte.. Si se reintalnesc, normal. Petrec o zi prin Paris, vorbind si amintindu-si de clipele petrecute impreuna... 9 ani au trecut de atunci. Cineva nu a venit la intalnire. pf.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Nu stiu de ce mi-a placut asa mult.. actiunea se petrece in Paris si e absolut romantic.... :X m-a facut sa imi aduc aminte de o buna prietena de a mea si de o povestioara de a ei, cam asemanatoare.. in fine. Cred ca e un film special.. si te face sa te gandesti.. ca .. trebuie sa mai si risti din cand in cand.. sa nu te gandesti la consecinte.. sau la ce trebuie.. sau la ce ar putea sa zica x sau y. Doar urmeaza-ti inima.. pentru o clipa.. Cateodata poate valora mai mult decat ani intregi. &lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a chance and live the moment:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-692751935827327912?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/692751935827327912/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=692751935827327912&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/692751935827327912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/692751935827327912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-sunset.html' title='..before sunset...'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lhEonbEYb0c/SiGDnrm-fLI/AAAAAAAAAOA/kTOBVSpFk70/s72-c/Julie_Delpy_in_Before_Sunset_Wallpaper_6_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-257004677662343596</id><published>2009-05-26T13:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:06:54.542+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              Ma vezi...zambesc alaturi de prieteni, rad, traiesc... par ok, plina de energie  si veselie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dar nu, nu ma vezi pe mine.. e doar o imagine care te inseala, si inca cat...a ceea ce obisnuiam sa fiu si care, din pacate, nu mai sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce, nu stiu cum....un sentiment imi incolteste in inima zi cu zi si nu stiu ce pot sa fac sa il opresc. E mult prea puternic, ma chinuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parca ar fi altcineva in locul meu... si nu pot sa lupt impotriva acelei persoane.. poate refuz sa cred ca de fapt, ea e eu.. si ca m-am schimbat. Dar chiar asa? incat sa ajung sa ma urasc.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be myself... but I feel lost.. and tired.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;amp;hash=8eec2de3393cdc&amp;amp;userid=all_i_ever_need&amp;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;amp;hash=8eec2de3393cdc&amp;amp;userid=all_i_ever_need&amp;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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-257004677662343596?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/257004677662343596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=257004677662343596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/257004677662343596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/257004677662343596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5764073153944689802.post-4641161764839553515</id><published>2009-05-20T16:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:28:54.049+03:00</updated><title type='text'>light in our soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cateodata ma gandesc ca poate nu merit toate lucrurile bune care mi se intampla si pe care le am sau le-am avut.  Si in acele momente, ma mir cum de pot sa ma mai plang de viata.. si sa zic ca viata e nedreapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Da, e nedreapta. dar nu pentru mine, sau pentru tine. Ci pentru cei care nu au acoperis deasupra capului fara sa fi facut nimic rau, cei care nu se pot bucura de lumina soarelui , sau de cei care nu pot auzi rasetele pline de viata a copiilor. e trist. Stau si ma intreb de ce se intampla din astea, de ce viata poate sa fie asa rea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dumnezeu exista. Sunt sigura. dar de ce lasa ca oameni nevinovati sa sufere? pe cine vrea sa pedepseasca ??&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;      Noi uitam ce e mai important, El s-a sacrificat pentru noi, pentru oameni. Si noi ce facem? Cum il rasplatim? of.   Lasand la o parte discutia religioasa, noi nu avem nici o problema ca exemplele de mai sus, putem vedea , merge, auzi.  Atunci, motivele pentru care noi ne plangem(nu ne iubeste x, mama si tata nu ne inteleg, nu avem bani, am picat un examen)... nu sunt oare prea .. nu stiu ce termen sa folosesc.. neimportante?nesemnificative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Da, conteaza si ce am enumerat eu mai sus.. dar sa incercam sa nu neglijam ceea ce ne inconjoara. si sa ii multumim in fiecare lui Dumnezeu ca traim si ca suntem bine, orice problema am avea.  Pana la urma, cu credinta si speranta , si un pic de lupta din partea noastra, totul se va rezolva. Cum se spune, " o sa fie bine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Personal, eu ma consider o persoana norocoasa.. in doar o privinta am dat gres, si inca mai dau. e aproape frustrant. Din pacate, nu cred ca stiu sa apreciez ceea ce am, si sa profit de asta pentru a-mi fi bine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;amp;hash=f6286fe4c13633&amp;amp;userid=floaredenufar&amp;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;amp;hash=f6286fe4c13633&amp;amp;userid=floaredenufar&amp;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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5764073153944689802-4641161764839553515?l=be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/feeds/4641161764839553515/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5764073153944689802&amp;postID=4641161764839553515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4641161764839553515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5764073153944689802/posts/default/4641161764839553515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://be-part-of-my-summer-dream.blogspot.com/2009/05/light-in-our-soul.html' title='light in our soul'/><author><name>Di</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234288738697733480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC1A0J88moU/Tar6EZJ8p0I/AAAAAAAAAps/0brIz37C9Qw/s220/hi1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
