<?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-6184354528776243794</id><updated>2011-12-11T17:36:03.812-08:00</updated><category term='fantezii'/><category term='ploaie'/><category term='toamna'/><category term='suflet'/><category term='amintiri'/><category term='viata'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='jurnal'/><title type='text'>Fantezie şi realitate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-3586401455464578320</id><published>2009-12-16T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:01:39.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Vioara.... un sunet pur care se inalta...te inalta. Nu intampina nici un obstacol, doar urca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Fiecare isi poate imagina ce vrea, suntem doar noi cu muzica, unii isi planifica viitorul pe acordurile vioarei, altii viseaza la iubirii ideale, altii se deprima...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ce-mi spune mie ? Ca asa a fost lumea din totdeauna, esecuri, necazuri, pierderi, suferinte, dar tot mai putem gasi ceva pur si adevarat... in &lt;b&gt;NOI !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traieste !&lt;/b&gt; pana la urma doar sunetul de vioara dainuie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZ78f1gUa5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/sZ78f1gUa5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2S3WtJYgy1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/2S3WtJYgy1Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6184354528776243794-3586401455464578320?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/3586401455464578320/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=3586401455464578320' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/3586401455464578320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/3586401455464578320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunete.html' title='Sunete'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-7908852159009257614</id><published>2009-12-14T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:21:38.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumea în ochii mei ... un maraton de furnicuţe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Deseori îmi imaginez viaţa noastră ca un maraton de furnicuţe. Suntem atât de fragili încât ne putem face rău singuri şi sentimentul de autodepăşire e profund introdus în mintea fiecaruia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne dorim din ce în ce mai mult , suntem duri, stricţi, nu ne permitem să greşim.... până la urmă noi ne croim drumul aşa cum ne dorim mai mult.  Da! Şi în toată perioada asta de studenţie învăţăm, facem, reuşim ! dar vrem mai mult.... şi de ce ? pentru că în rutină te complaci, te deprimi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vin Sărbătorile... lucru ciudat, n'am simţit vacanţa de iarnă aşa de aproape. Timpul a trecut foarte repede, multe s-au întâmplat între timp, dar vine timpul când te opreşti din fuga şi tragi o gura de aer.... ce ai facut şi ce ai vrea să faci ? ce regreţi şi reprogramezi pe la anu'...la ce renunţi...faci bilanţul şi poate nu e aşa de roz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vreau să îmi iau bagajul şi să plec departe ...să fiu o străină printre restul, doar eu cu mine. Să uit, să iert şi să zâmbesc..... să vad oraşele în care nu am reuşit să merg, sau oraşele de care îmi e dor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aşa că planul de drumeţie e Oradea, Braşov şi Tg. mureş !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When it snows, ain't it thrilling,&lt;br /&gt;Though your nose gets a chilling&lt;br /&gt;We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,&lt;br /&gt;Walking in a winter wonderland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sărbători fericite şi mosu' cât mai generos !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-7908852159009257614?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/7908852159009257614/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=7908852159009257614' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/7908852159009257614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/7908852159009257614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/12/lumea-in-ochii-mei-un-maraton-de.html' title='Lumea în ochii mei ... un maraton de furnicuţe'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-7518703887931979648</id><published>2009-10-30T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:10:37.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toamna'/><title type='text'>Thunder... without rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sutf-xgNK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9PRFd7hR2y0/s1600-h/2_but_1_by_arsenialupen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sutf-xgNK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9PRFd7hR2y0/s320/2_but_1_by_arsenialupen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398514110378617762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cum e cand ajungi sa vezi ca se poate si te plictisesti? sau cand esti de multa vreme pe silent si ai vrea sa vorbesti dar nu ai cu cine ? poate nu e problema faptul ca nu ai cui, doar ca nu e cine sa te asculte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uneori gandurile transpuse in cuvinte nu mai au acelasi sens si aceeasi valoare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Asta e, nu le putem avea pe toate !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-7518703887931979648?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/7518703887931979648/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=7518703887931979648' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/7518703887931979648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/7518703887931979648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/10/thunder-without-rain.html' title='Thunder... without rain'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sutf-xgNK6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/9PRFd7hR2y0/s72-c/2_but_1_by_arsenialupen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-3280415916988302513</id><published>2009-08-13T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:45:57.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><title type='text'>O poveste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SoSlrGG2GLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GFHi6IzxVio/s1600-h/Footbridge__by_OldHobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SoSlrGG2GLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GFHi6IzxVio/s320/Footbridge__by_OldHobo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369598815524755634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o duminica de toamna, ziua sfanta in care toata treaba era uitata si timpul si-l petrecea intr-un repaus total. Munca din timpul saptamanii l-a epuizat si isi dorea doar o zi placuta de odihna. Toamna ascundea razele soarelui sub norii ei cenusii si gradina casei isi pierduse farmecul de odata, urma straturilor de legume, coroana bogata a pomilor roditori si a florilor sadite pe margini se observa vag. Acum parca totul astepta iarna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se facuse ora 10, o ora tarzie fata de programul zilnic care nu-i permintea un asemenea privilegiu. In bucatarie pe masa il astepta micul dejun si ceaiul proaspat fiert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum, in sfarsit putea privii televizorul si stirile cateva ore bune, dupa care toate subiectele importante din politica le discuta in timpul mesei de pranz.&lt;br /&gt;Ajunsese la varsta la care faptele din timpul vietii ii defineau personalitatea, iar calitatea sfaturilor era recunoscuta... era un om sensibil dar calculat, direct dar finut, calm dar dedicat muncii pe care o facea cu demnitate si astfel isi castiga respectul tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Si-a terminat siesta si isi pregatea costumul pentru o plimbare de dupa-amiaza in parc care se sfarsea cu o vizita la cea mai apropiata cofetarie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar intr-o zi aceasta rutina s-a incheiat si el s-a stins....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au ramas in urma multe lucruri facute....putine neterminate, multe amintiri dar si multe vorbe nespuse.. Vorbe care poate i-ar fii facut clipele mai frumoase si ar fii inlaturat o povara... a celor din jur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne credem stapani pe viata noastra cand uneori nu este asa, fugim inainte fara sa ne daruim un pic de timp pentru noi si cei din jurul nostru. Credem ca viata, totul ni se cuvine doar pentru ca existam...dar uitam de cei care ne'au fost alaturi si ne'au daruit totul ca sa putem ceea ce ei nu au putut. Nu au putut pentru ca si-au negat dreptul ... au uitat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricat de mult gandim in viitor, trecutul vine alaturi de noi peste tot, el ne-a format.... el si persoanele pe care le iubesti.... si poate uiti sa le spui asta sau nici macar nu te gandesti cat de mult ar conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa nu uiti..... mai tarziu doare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-3280415916988302513?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/3280415916988302513/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=3280415916988302513' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/3280415916988302513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/3280415916988302513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-poveste.html' title='O poveste'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SoSlrGG2GLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GFHi6IzxVio/s72-c/Footbridge__by_OldHobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-5466100572724603026</id><published>2009-08-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:07:42.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima ploaie de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sni92JvKVcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fv3ndzS7LOM/s1600-h/Ploaie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sni92JvKVcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fv3ndzS7LOM/s320/Ploaie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366247694036260290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am apropiat de geam si am observat strada uda, incepuse ploaia. Prima ploaie din vara asta care avea sa ma prinda pe strada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pregatita sufleteste si inarmata cu o umbrela am plecat catre destinatia mea unde trebuia sa duc niste acte. Afara era o atmosfera trista, ploaia se intetise si oameni alergau catre adapost. Pe strada apa murdara se scurgea in usoare valuri provocate de rotiile masinilor si toata lumea pasea grabita printre picurii de ploaie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa ce mi-am terminat treaba deja ploaia ma udase si trebuia sa ma intorc...eram constienta de faptul ca iar am sa racesc. Primul gand a fost "de ce a trebuit sa inceapa ploaia tocmai acum ...". Asteptand culoarea verde a semaforului am realizat ca problema mea era tocmai intrebarea "de ce? "....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne facem prea multe griji si uitam sa vedem partea frumoasa, ne inchidem, ne pierdem ... ignoram copilul din noi care striga si ar fi vrut sa se joace prin ploaie, sa sara in baltile de pe trotuare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat un lucru: toate problemele, supararile, esecurile... toate trec si vin altele, tine doar de antrenament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca mi-am ridicat privirea spre cer, am inchis umbrela si pasii mei s-au rarit ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar ploaia mi-a tinut de urat pana la camin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-5466100572724603026?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/5466100572724603026/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=5466100572724603026' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/5466100572724603026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/5466100572724603026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/08/prima-ploaie-de-vara.html' title='Prima ploaie de vara'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sni92JvKVcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Fv3ndzS7LOM/s72-c/Ploaie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-7206630374665801311</id><published>2009-06-07T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:11:46.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suflet'/><title type='text'>Avem viata in sange !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiwO-FJ7u1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/TnVwkSkwnw4/s1600-h/avemviatainsange1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiwO-FJ7u1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/TnVwkSkwnw4/s320/avemviatainsange1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344663317480454994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Acum cateva saptamani, alaturi de o prietena ne-am hotarat sa donam sange. Acest gand l-am avut timp de 2 ani cand m-am gandit prima oara sa donez sange dar imi era foarte frica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Asa ca, alaturi de Rodi, ne-am luat o zi libera de la cursuri si am pornit catre Centrul Regional de Transfuzie Sanguina Timisoara cu teama in suflet si cu glume haioase in program. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Totul a decurs foarte bine, cu toate ca incercand sa ii tin moralul ridicat Rodicai....eu am devenit centrul atentie in salon :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cert e ca am plecat de acolo incantata de faptul ca am reusit sa fac ce mi-am dorit de foarte mult timp si pentru ca am mai spulberat o fobie.  Am numai vorbe bune la adresa personalului care s-a ocupat de noi si multumiri doamnei asistente care a avut rabdare cu mine (nu m-a lasat sa ma ridic, mi-a dat calciu si s-a purtat superb, chiar a avut grija! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te costa nimic sa faci o fapta buna, demonstreaza ca esti om....si ca poti ajuta un om la randul tau ! Nu strica deloc daca iti cobori valul de pe ochi si privesti in jurul tau unde exista si alte persoane care au nevoie de ajutorul tau. Lasa-ti pentru o clipa treburile, interesul personal si fa o fapta buna....merita !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Romania, aproximativ 100 de persoane au nevoie de grefe pentru un transplant de maduva de la un donator neinrudit. Daca autoritatile medicale s-ar ocupa serios de realizarea Registrului National de Donatori Neinruditi, bolnavii ar putea primi grefe de la donatori din numeroasele tari inscrise in Registrul International Acest lucru ar micsora considerabil costurile acestei interventii iar aceasta ar putea fi realizata in tara, intr-unul din spitalele din Bucuresti, Timisoara sau Targu-Mures. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Romania se afla pe ultimele locuri in Europa la capitolul donatie onorifica de maduva osoasa (celule stem din sangele periferic) si asta pentru ca romanii nu au fost informati de faptul ca acest procedeu presupune un efort minim pentru donator care va fi conectat la un aparat ce va recolta din sange celule stem ce vor fi transplantate bolnavilor. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; In ultimii ani s-a renuntat la recoltarea de celule din maduva osoasa, pentru ca recoltarea de celule stem din sange este mai simpla si nedureroasa pentru donator. Registrul national al donatorilor de maduva (celule stem) nu cuprinde decat 400 de donatori onorifici, adica circa 3% din media europeana, 90% dintre donatori fiind rude ale celor care aveau nevoie de transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;Donand sange poti salva chiar si trei vieti ! Doneaza Viata !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Aceasta campanie deja si-a strans numeroase persoane care sunt dispuse sa ajute pe cei care au intradevar nevoie de ajutorul nostru, EI POT INVINGE DUREREA, cu ajutorul nostru ! Hai sa le demonstram si noi ca putem fi de folos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Haideti sa demonstram ca Avem Viata In Sange pentru ca doar asa putem INVINGE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-7206630374665801311?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/7206630374665801311/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=7206630374665801311' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/7206630374665801311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/7206630374665801311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/06/avem-viata-in-sange.html' title='Avem viata in sange !'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiwO-FJ7u1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/TnVwkSkwnw4/s72-c/avemviatainsange1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-3645543207024737703</id><published>2009-06-04T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:54:49.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my b day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SigmhRjz9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8zTY7Csm-qg/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.327187161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SigmhRjz9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8zTY7Csm-qg/s200/il_fullxfull.327187161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563310966240658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ziua copilasului a urmat si ziua mea de nastere. Am vrut sa treaca ca o zi normala si aproape ca am reusit...printre emotiile dinaintea incheierii unui seminar greu, o lucrare si un progres considerabil la desen tehnic, deci....o zi frumoasa la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impreuna cu Ioana si Nico am mers sa mancam o inghetata dar din pacate....inghetata mea de frisca cu topping de kiwi si-a gasit loc pe bluza Nicoletei .....dupa care a venit ploaia, deci nu a fost o zi fericita pentru ea....sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost ciudat sa interactionez perfect normal cu unele persoane, discutand subiecte legate de scoala....treaba de zi cu zi, schitand un zambet ascuns pentru ca ascundeam un secret...departe de casa se implineau 20 de ani de cand exist ! ...&lt;br /&gt;Deasemenea mi-am reamintit cele mai importante lucruri pentru mine: prietenii care mi-au colorat ziua si familia pe care o iubesc mult. In zile de genul iti dai seama pentru cine merita sa faci eforturi, compromisuri, sa le ceri iertare si sa le ierti greselile...sa iti lasi treburile si sa fugi ca sa le fii alaturi, sa fugi prin ploaie ud pana la piele, sa iti lasi somnul chiar daca te chinuie lenea ......si DA unele persoane merita !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-3645543207024737703?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/3645543207024737703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=3645543207024737703' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/3645543207024737703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/3645543207024737703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-b-day.html' title='my b day'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SigmhRjz9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8zTY7Csm-qg/s72-c/il_fullxfull.327187161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-6943017790958620031</id><published>2009-05-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:22:12.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor de...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;  Cu pasi rapizi se apropie sesiunea si programul e din ce in ce mai lejer. Uneori am impresia ca intru intr-o stare de stagnare chiar daca sesiunea in sine reprezinta un progres....un pas inainte spre noul an....dar am alunecat prea repede in timp, parca acum eram un boboc care se trezea cu greu pentru cursurile de dimineata si se ratacea pe holurile facultatii....&lt;br /&gt;Odata cu al 2-lea semestru s-au incheiat si activitatiile extrascolare unde a fost mult de lucru dar satisfactia experientei si a reusitei a fost pe masura.&lt;br /&gt;Incheidu-se totul am mai mult timp pentru mine, pentru gandurile care le-am inchis si le-am pus la pastrare...am timp sa imi adun reusitele, esecurile, sa tin cont de regrete si remuscari.....sa ma gandesc la ce am lasat in urma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt aproape 9 luni de cand am plecat de acasa si m-a luat dorul de oraselul meu, de Deva. Aveam putini anisori cand, alaturi de fratele meu, vazusem orasul pe inserat pentru prima oara.M-au fascinat strazile luminate, arhitectura caselor si linistea ce s-a asternat asupra orasului. De atunci am ramas indragostita de Deva .....iar dragostea mea a dainuit pana azi cand imi amintesc cu dor de orele petrecute pe cetate privind in zare la furnicarul care se desfasura jos....simtind adierea vantului. Era un sentiment deosebit faptul ca puteam urmari totul de sus.....asa ma puteam deconecta de realitate in momentele de tristete sau imi puteam impartasi bucuriile cu tot orasul. Era o priveliste minunata care imi incarca "bateriile" si totodata imi dadea un sentiment de neinvins: eram deasupra tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Cand timpul nu imi permitea sa urc pana la cetate, deseori poposeam in drum spre casa in parcul cetatii, care vara e superb...locul perfect pentru intalniri si povesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Deva by night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHJskjJgmI/AAAAAAAAACc/p_e_Wfr196Y/s1600-h/1%2B%28932%2Bx%2B543%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHJskjJgmI/AAAAAAAAACc/p_e_Wfr196Y/s320/1%2B%28932%2Bx%2B543%291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341772400600646242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHLDxnVTqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bGArUzn0zxk/s1600-h/1113592.a6cdedcb.500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHLDxnVTqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bGArUzn0zxk/s400/1113592.a6cdedcb.500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341773898756476578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHMVJrUuAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZrhA-fwlvkA/s1600-h/1113590.f91782b1.500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHMVJrUuAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ZrhA-fwlvkA/s400/1113590.f91782b1.500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341775296785070082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHMsstF1pI/AAAAAAAAADE/jXnOsQK12zM/s1600-h/Deva+vazuta+noaptea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHMsstF1pI/AAAAAAAAADE/jXnOsQK12zM/s400/Deva+vazuta+noaptea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341775701324715666" 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/6184354528776243794-6943017790958620031?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/6943017790958620031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=6943017790958620031' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/6943017790958620031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/6943017790958620031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/05/dor-de.html' title='Dor de...'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/SiHJskjJgmI/AAAAAAAAACc/p_e_Wfr196Y/s72-c/1%2B%28932%2Bx%2B543%291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-2094580344237460313</id><published>2009-05-23T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:53:14.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Am primit de la Ioana leapsa si cum nu am mai scris de mult am chef de acest "playlist game".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Din pacat nu am mai avut timp sa stau in fata pc'ului pentru a mai scrie si oboseala m'a facut putin comoda :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos avem si niste reguli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1) Pui toata muzica in player, pe shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pentru fiecare intrebare dai un forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ca raspuns treci numele artistului si numele melodiei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dai leapsa mai departe la inca 3 (nu cred ca o voi indeplini).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playlist game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. Cum te simti azi?&lt;br /&gt;Amadeus-Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vei ajunge departe in viata?&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay-In my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cum te vad prietenii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Outkast - Ms Jackson :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Te vei casatori vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Laurent Wolf-No Stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Care e tema preferata a celui mai bun prieten?&lt;br /&gt;Caspa &amp;amp; Rusko-Round the way girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Care e povestea vietii tale?&lt;br /&gt;CeCe - Cursul unui rau (povestea mea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cum era in liceu?&lt;br /&gt;Patrice - Jah Jah Deh Deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cum poti avansa in viata&lt;br /&gt;Cesaria Evora - Angola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tai?&lt;br /&gt;CHEMICAL BROTHERS - Don't Stop The Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ce se preconizeaza pentru weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Veritasaga- Pericolul vine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ce cantec te descrie cel mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Don't Panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dar pe bunicii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Darude-Passing By.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cum iti merge in viata?&lt;br /&gt;beenie man feat. lady saw &amp;amp; Sean Paul - Bossman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ce melodie iti va canta la inmormantare?&lt;br /&gt;Nelly Furtado-I am like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cum te vede restul lumii?&lt;br /&gt;Veritasaga-Sunt Fericit Cu Ce Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Vei avea o viata fericita?&lt;br /&gt;DAVID BANNER feat. CHRIS BROWN - Get like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ce cred prietenii cu adevarat despre tine?&lt;br /&gt;VeritaSaga - Cu alti ochi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Sunt persoane care te doresc in secret?&lt;br /&gt;Alex-Doar ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Cum sa ma fericesc singur?&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz - Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?&lt;br /&gt;lutan fyah-never stop hail rastafar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-2094580344237460313?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/2094580344237460313/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=2094580344237460313' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/2094580344237460313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/2094580344237460313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-338567253938614876</id><published>2009-02-06T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:40:36.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce  vezi….?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sifq49MCnmI/AAAAAAAAADM/gCsxa1czke8/s1600-h/Light_Games_3_by_justeline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sifq49MCnmI/AAAAAAAAADM/gCsxa1czke8/s400/Light_Games_3_by_justeline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343497747117022818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;Ce vezi in jurul tau?...Lumea se misca repede,fuge…tu unde esti acum? Stai pe loc sau te angajezi in maratonul societatii? Cu ce inaintezi? te folosesti de conceptiile comune sau ai propriile tale principii in care crezi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unii s’ar angaja in aceasta cursa pana si’ar epuiza toate resursele, altii ar invata sa triseze si restul ar abandona, lipsiti de motivatie.Tu.....?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce conteaza mai mult:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sa vrei....sau sa poti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa am puterea de a intra in gandurile oamenilor, sa ma urc intr-un bloc inalt si sa imi petrec mult timp citind.....Ctitind gandurile oamenilor care sa pregatesc sa ajunga la munca, expresia fetei si grijile lor cand se grabesc sa se intoarca acasa, tristeti.....bucurii, sa ma delectez cu desenele din mintiile copiilor care pasesc pe strada cu gandul la zane si eroi. Mi-as dori sa urmaresc acel furnicar ca pe o scena de teatru, eu sa fiu doar un spectator care nu critica doar se uita.....si pleaca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe scena sa joace lumea iar teatrul.....sa fie universul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri asteptand intr’o statie sa vina autobuzul, am incercat sa ma ascund de razele soarelui un pic cam dur pentru vremea asta. M’am retras intr’un colt aprinzandu’mi ultima tigara mi-am ridicat privirea in directia strazii.......oameni care paseau grabiti, cu o destinatie bine stabilita...diferite chipuri, diferite persoane....si presupun, diferite caractere....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N’am obiceiul sa urmaresc stilurile vestimetare, pentru mine toalele sunt un ambalaj dragut care iti atrage atentia sau e simplu....oricum dupa ce continutul se termina sau se strica, ambalajul se arunca.....nimic mai mult.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tragand ultimul fum de tigara imi atrage atentia o anumita imagine: trecea prin fata mea o femeie in varsta....mergea leganat....lasandu’si greutatea de pe un picior pe altul , tinandu’se de o alta femeie, fiica sa presupun.Purta pe cap un batic gros care ii ascundea tot chipul, lasandu’i descoperiti doar ochii si nasul. As fi vrut sa ii zic „Saru’mana tanti!” si sa ii multumesc daca imi raspundea.......cine sunt eu...n’are nici o importanta.Asa ca i’am urmarit pasii greoi care inaintau, incercand sa inteleg ce vroia sa spuna imaginea ei...ce fel de om era....?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;Filmuletul s-a terminat cand a aparut autobuzul, s’au deschis usile.....si a trebuit sa revin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-338567253938614876?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/338567253938614876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=338567253938614876' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/338567253938614876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/338567253938614876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/02/ce-vezi.html' title='Ce  vezi….?'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llnMhPwoKTE/Sifq49MCnmI/AAAAAAAAADM/gCsxa1czke8/s72-c/Light_Games_3_by_justeline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184354528776243794.post-1483635227382591816</id><published>2009-01-26T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:54:58.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantezii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jurnal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><title type='text'>Fantezia nu este decat inceputul.</title><content type='html'>Uneori....mii de imagini,ganduri ne trec prin minte,precum niste scene dintr'un film de scurta durata si cand vrem sa le impartasim...le dispare valoarea...nu iti mai par atat de interesante,astfel mi'am inceput si eu blogul.&lt;br /&gt;Inceputul unui mic jurnal....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184354528776243794-1483635227382591816?l=fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/feeds/1483635227382591816/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184354528776243794&amp;postID=1483635227382591816' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/1483635227382591816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184354528776243794/posts/default/1483635227382591816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanteziesirealitate.blogspot.com/2009/01/fantezia-nu-este-decat-inceputul.html' title='Fantezia nu este decat inceputul.'/><author><name>MiSs B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13392336699544168280</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/_llnMhPwoKTE/SifuUAeU45I/AAAAAAAAADU/DcS5cNdjnJo/S220/Picture+0131.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
