<?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-2859625013010696648</id><updated>2011-12-15T23:43:45.036+02:00</updated><category term='lemon suicide'/><category term='love sucks'/><category term='depresie'/><title type='text'>Personal virtual  journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-4156781029029010473</id><published>2010-09-15T09:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T09:31:55.954+03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://getbestcoffeemakers.com/coffee-home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://getbestcoffeemakers.com/coffee-home.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Coffee didn't missed from my schedule today ( started to be addicted ) , neither my favorite song ( from my profile ) . I still need to sleep , and I need .. nothing else . Feeling a little bit confused today , but it's okay . I will move over it . Just wanted to say Good morning to all bloggers ,and not only :) and the last but not the least , to all coffee addicts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-4156781029029010473?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4156781029029010473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4156781029029010473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4156781029029010473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning.html' title='&apos;Morning'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-5175407506065397295</id><published>2010-09-14T23:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:32:48.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lie me if you can .</title><content type='html'>Cunoastem cu totii expresia “minciuna are picioare scurte” , nu ? Stim si ce inseamna ea de fapt. E foarte greu si, in acelasi timp, e foarte usor sa minti. Dar, de cele mai multe ori, este foarte probabil sa fi prins cu minciuna. Stiai ca, daca minti asupra unor evenimente sau intamplari pe care le relatezi in detaliu, daca esti rugat sa le povestesti din nou de la coada la cap, nu mai esti in stare sa pastrezi ordinea si sa ti le aduci aminte pe toate???&lt;br /&gt;Si ciudat este ca , propria expresie mimica si propriile gesturi minuscule pe care le efectuam in milisecunde , ne tradeaza . Recent am descoperit un serial online (foarte bun - pentru mine cel putin ) pe nume " Lie to me " care merita vazut ! It's always good to learn something new ! &lt;br /&gt;link : http://www.serialepe.net/2010/05/lie-to-me-serial-online.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : I'm back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-5175407506065397295?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5175407506065397295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/09/lie-me-if-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5175407506065397295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5175407506065397295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/09/lie-me-if-you-can.html' title='Lie me if you can .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-1377784171358445226</id><published>2010-05-11T06:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T06:13:21.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pqiqrnZE44&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/5pqiqrnZE44&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Cause you never really know what you got , until it's gone . "&lt;br /&gt;Deeply realist sad song . :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-1377784171358445226?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1377784171358445226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1377784171358445226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1377784171358445226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-5732311197245772213</id><published>2010-04-17T18:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:51:44.859+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Citate ateiste .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nu cred în Dumnezeu. Învaţă un om să fie un bun cetăţean şi ai rezolvat problema vieţii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Andrew Carnegie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Toţi oamenii care gândesc sunt atei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Farurile sunt mai folositoare ca bisericile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Faptul că un credincios e mai fericit decât un sceptic nu e mai relevant decât faptul că un beţiv e mai fericit decât un om treaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Religia e privită de oamenii de rând ca adevărată, de înţelepţi ca falsă, iar de conducători ca folositoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Seneca cel Tânăr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Biserica spune că Pământul e plat, dar eu ştiu că e rotund, căci i-am văzut umbra pe lună şi am mai multă încredere într-o umbră decât în biserică.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Ferdinand Magellan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Susţin că amândoi suntem atei. Eu doar cred mai puţin cu un zeu decât tine. Când vei înţelege de ce îi respingi pe ceilalţi zei posibili, vei înţelege de ce îl resping pe al tău.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Stephen Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vrea Dumnezeu să prevină răul, dar nu poate? Atunci nu e omnipotent. Poate, dar nu vrea? Atunci e malefic. Şi poate, şi vrea? Atunci de unde vine răul? Nici nu poate, nici nu vrea? Atunci de ce să fie numit Dumnezeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Epicur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cu sau fără religie, oamenii buni vor face lucruri bune, iar oamenii răi vor face lucruri rele, dar ca oamenii buni să facă lucruri rele e nevoie de religie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Steven Weinberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Două mâini care muncesc fac mai mult decât o mie strânse pentru rugăciune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Anonim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tu continuă să crezi, eu voi continua să evoluez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Anonim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Comportamentul etic al omului ar trebui bazat doar pe simpatie, educaţie şi legături sociale; nu e nevoie de nicio bază religioasă. Omul s-ar afla într-o poziţie proastă dacă ar trebui constrâns de frica pedepsei şi speranţa răsplatei dupa moarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;— Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pentru mai multe citate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wonderfulatheistsofcfl.org/Quotes.htm"&gt;http://www.wonderfulatheistsofcfl.org/Quotes.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atheistempire.com/greatminds/index.php"&gt;http://atheistempire.com/greatminds/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positiveatheism.org/hist/quotes/qframe.htm"&gt;http://www.positiveatheism.org/hist/quotes/qframe.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_agnosticismatheism.html"&gt;http://www.wisdomquotes.com/cat_agnosticismatheism.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notable-quotes.com/a/atheism_quotes.html"&gt;http://www.notable-quotes.com/a/atheism_quotes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/atheism/"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/subjects/atheism/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-5732311197245772213?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5732311197245772213/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/citate-ateiste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5732311197245772213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5732311197245772213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/citate-ateiste.html' title='Citate ateiste .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-2956652895546376617</id><published>2010-04-08T22:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:40:29.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monden.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/TU-R-@-Bucuresti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 688px;" src="http://www.monden.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/TU-R-@-Bucuresti.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Concert &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPIKE&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHO&lt;/span&gt; in Bucuresti pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 aprilie&lt;/span&gt; 2010 in JET SET EVENTS Hall ! Ora 10 :00 pm (adica 22:00 ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The question is , who the fuck isn't coming ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-2956652895546376617?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2956652895546376617/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2956652895546376617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2956652895546376617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/concert.html' title='Concert .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-4746170434636782626</id><published>2010-04-07T20:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:10:47.461+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofia Boutella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S7y8PZz-WuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZqgSvLTem2E/s1600/n6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S7y8PZz-WuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZqgSvLTem2E/s400/n6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457443821279140578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-are rost sa spun data nasterii , zodia , locul unde s-a nascut , ce scoala a facut , ce facultate si alte prostii inutile - pentru asta exista Google. Spun un singurul lucru esential in legatura cu ea . Este cea mai buna ,mirifica,superba,incredibila B-GirL ! She's my favorite woman :) , now take a look !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0Zo_5wyXMA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0Zo_5wyXMA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/isa/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-4746170434636782626?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4746170434636782626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sofia-boutella.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4746170434636782626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4746170434636782626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sofia-boutella.html' title='Sofia Boutella'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S7y8PZz-WuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZqgSvLTem2E/s72-c/n6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8817447760830169990</id><published>2010-04-07T19:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:59:45.981+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ce apar tot mai multe femei vulgare , excentrice ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lipsite&lt;/span&gt; de inteligenta ,sinceritate si naturalete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sincer , m-am saturat . Prostia chiar n-are limite ? Unele femei chiar n-au auzit de respectul fata de sine ? Le place umilinta ? Le place atat de mult sa fie in centru atentiei ? Bineinteles nu pentru "frumusetea lor" (care consta in tone de machiaj) , ci pentru prostia lor . De ce sunt unele atat de excentrice ?&lt;br /&gt;In momentul asta , singura explicatie pe care mi-o pot da , este ca .. femeile din ziua de astazi , merg doar pe conceptul 'sex sells' (sexul vinde ) , de aceea ele se dezbraca atat de usor , oriunde s-ar afla , de aceea sunt atat de excentrice si vulgare . Pentru ca ele se vand pe ele insesi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-8817447760830169990?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8817447760830169990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8817447760830169990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8817447760830169990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/reality.html' title='Reality ?!'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-3276251541475865408</id><published>2010-04-07T19:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:49:00.542+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_YCGtT_FRYg&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/_YCGtT_FRYg&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot say that you don't like the sound :) (uhm , yes you can , but you cannot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-3276251541475865408?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3276251541475865408/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/3276251541475865408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/3276251541475865408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-4990312196897658246</id><published>2010-04-03T01:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:33:04.471+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it ?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S7Zwje19F5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DqEHYIyP0Zk/s1600/14643_190996766938_190430746938_3133302_879575_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S7Zwje19F5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DqEHYIyP0Zk/s400/14643_190996766938_190430746938_3133302_879575_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455671753483032466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-4990312196897658246?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4990312196897658246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4990312196897658246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4990312196897658246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-it.html' title='Got it ?!!'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S7Zwje19F5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/DqEHYIyP0Zk/s72-c/14643_190996766938_190430746938_3133302_879575_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-592149774219625538</id><published>2010-04-02T23:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T00:06:19.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack !</title><content type='html'>I'm back (in black) , on track !&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o pauza indelungata , revin ! De mult n-am mai scris in jurnalul meu virtual :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-592149774219625538?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/592149774219625538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-baaaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/592149774219625538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/592149774219625538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack !'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-1721267178335714427</id><published>2010-03-05T14:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:58:43.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce prostia femeilor nu are limite ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce prostia femeilor nu are limite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Pentru ca sunt complexate. Sunt preocupate sa-si planga defectele, in loc sa-si puna in valoare partile bune.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Pentru ca viseaza prea mult. Pentru ca in loc sa incerce sa “slefuiasca” realitatea si sa faca ceva mai bun din ce au deja, viseaza marea cu sarea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Pentru ca au idei preconcepute de genul “el trebuie sa faca primul pas”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Pentru ca analizeaza si critica prea mult, pentru ca despica firu-n shasa si elaboreaza tot felul de teorii SF. Pentru ca si atunci cand le merge bine, li se pare ca este ceva ciudat la mijloc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Pentru ca au tot felul de reguli stupide dupa care se ghideaza si pentru ca se incred prea mult in horoscop. Pentru ca se bazeaza prea mult pe sfaturile prietenelor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Pentru ca intotdeauna trebuie sa aiba siguranta pe termen lung. Pentru ca le e frica sa renunte la ce au deja pentru ideea de “nou”, care ar ridica prea multe semne de intrebare. Ar fi prea complicat. Pentru ca prefera sa se complaca in monotonie si pentru ca nu au curajul sa ia prima decizie care le trece prin cap, fara a lua in calcul avantaje si dezavantaje.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Pentru ca sunt orgolioase cand nu trebuie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Pentru ca vorbesc numai cu subintelesuri si metafore, in loc sa spuna clar ce vor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Pentru ca se streseaza prea mult de felul in care arata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Pentru ca stau lipite de telefon cu zilele asteptand APELUL si se enerveaza de fiecare data cand oricine altcineva suna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. Pentru ca desi ele au sunat ultimele trei dati si acum asteapta APELUL, tot ele sfarsesc prin a suna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Pentru ca le place sa fie respinse. Pentru ca de fiecare data cand sunt respinse, atunci insista mai mult. E ca si cum cineva refuza sa le dea drogul de care sunt atat de dependente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Pentru ca accepta sa fie jignite, sperand ca el se va schimba. Oamenii nu se schimba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. Pentru ca sunt ieftine. Pentru ca le prostesti cu cateva vorbe frumoase, false promisiuni si o cafea buna. Pentru ca se lasa vrajite prea usor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Pentru ca nu pot uita barbatii care le-au inselat. Pentru ca nu inteleg ca tipii sunt facuti sa f@#a tot ce misca si daca nu misca…stiti voi continuarea. Pentru ca nu le intereseaza ca tot la ele se intorc, cat timp au fost inselate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. Pentru ca ar lasa cele mai importante treburi pe care le au de facut intr-o zi, daca el suna si zice “hai sa ne vedem”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. Pentru ca nu le plac baietii buni. Pentru ca nu accepta tipii care ar face totul pentru ele, care le-ar tine in puf si le-ar fi alaturi mereu. Pentru ca prefera tipii care nu sunt tot timpul acolo, care nu se comporta “exemplar” niciodata si care nici macar nu le fac sa se simta importante vreo clipa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. Pentru ca se implica intr-o relatie doar ca sa nu fie singure sau raman intr-una din obisnuinta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Pentru ca intotdeauna vor face tot posibilul sa-si indeparteze “proprietatea” de prietenii lui golani, care nu stiu decat sa-l scoata la agatat sau la bere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. Pentru ca fac prea multe reprosuri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Pentru ca stau trei ore sa se hotarasca daca sa-si cumpere geanta aia cu patru catarame sau pe aia cu cinci floricele mov aplicate in coltul din stanga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. Pentru ca pierd prea mult timp in fata oglinzii. Pentru ca le e frica sa fie naturale. Le e frica sa iasa nemachiate din casa, chiar daca merg pana la piata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. Pentru ca au faze de genul “ah ti-ai luat bluza ca a mea, eu n-o mai port” sau “sa-mi spui cand porti fusta aia, sa nu ma imbrac si eu cu ea”. De ce nu pot gandi niciodata asa:”Oricum pe mine vine mult mai bine, clar!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. Pentru ca poarta incaltaminte si haine incommode, doar de dragul de a impresiona. Partea proasta e ca de multe ori nu impresioneaza pe cine trebuie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. Pentru ca nu inteleg niciodata ca un tip cand zice ceva, chiar acel “CEVA” a insemnat, fara dus si intors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. Pentru ca greselile vor cantari mai mult in ochii lor, intotdeauna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. Pentru ca fac prea multe eforturi sa fie pe placul cuiva, in loc sa-si gaseasca pe cineva care sa le accepte asa cum sunt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. Pentru ca interpreteaza o singura noapte ca un inceput de relatie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. Pentru ca sunt materialiste si nu apreciaza prea mult lucrurile simple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. Pentru ca folosesc prea mult expresia “trebuie sa vorbim despre asta”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. Pentru ca au prea multe remuscari. Nu ajuta cand faptul oricum e consumat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. Pentru ca atunci cand sunt deprimate, se gandesc la / fac lucruri care le deprima si mai rau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. Pentru ca sunt naive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;34. Pentru ca nimic nu este suficient niciodata. Au nevoie de tot mai multe pentru a fi fericite.&lt;br /&gt;35. Pentru ca au impresia ca nu merita nimic si, in acelasi timp, merita totul.&lt;br /&gt;36. Pentru ca le place sa dramatizeze. Orice altceva e plictisitor.&lt;br /&gt;37. Pentru ca sunt prea sensibile si lasa orice amanunt nesemnificativ sa le darame.&lt;br /&gt;38. Pentru ca sunt vesnic nehotarate.&lt;br /&gt;39. Pentru ca sunt masochiste. Orice lucru usor de obtinut si pentru care nu sufera, nu prezinta interes.&lt;br /&gt;40. Pentru ca adora sa fie dependente. Vor sa simta ca cineva are grija de ele.&lt;br /&gt;41. Pentru ca atunci cand EL se poarta urat, ii cauta justificari si refuza sa accepte adevarul.&lt;br /&gt;42. Pentru ca sunt posesive.&lt;br /&gt;43. Pentru ca dau dintr-o extrema in alta evitand complet calea de mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;44. Pentru ca se ataseaza de cineva prea repede sau deloc.&lt;br /&gt;45. Pentru ca nu stiu sa tina secrete si au constant nevoie de sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;46. Pentru ca atunci cand solutia e una evidenta si rationala, actioneaza exact pe dos.&lt;br /&gt;47. Pentru ca nimic nu se compara cu portia de barfa,  in fata unei cafele.&lt;br /&gt;48. Pentru ca isi doresc mereu doar ceea ce nu au.&lt;br /&gt;49. Pentru ca nu isi cunosc prioritatile.&lt;br /&gt;50. Pentru ca sunt constiente de toate lucrurile scrise aici, dar nu schimba nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : nu este scris de mine , totusi , recunosc ca ma regasesc in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;unele&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-1721267178335714427?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1721267178335714427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-ce-prostia-femeilor-nu-are-limite.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1721267178335714427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1721267178335714427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-ce-prostia-femeilor-nu-are-limite.html' title='De ce prostia femeilor nu are limite ?'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-7810474078508280079</id><published>2010-03-04T21:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:08:02.697+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Riri .</title><content type='html'>New favorite song .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e82VE8UtW8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e82VE8UtW8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on rude boy , boy&lt;br /&gt;Can you get it up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-7810474078508280079?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7810474078508280079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/riri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7810474078508280079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7810474078508280079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/riri.html' title='Riri .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-293955191837646858</id><published>2010-03-04T18:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T18:58:11.142+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it !</title><content type='html'>Dupa o zi fantastica , apare un (ex) cretin si strica tot !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tiganii ( DA , SUNT RASISTA )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oamenii insistenti (burn in hell ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oamenii care nu fac diferenta dintre "a enerva" si "a INERVA" (Vreau sa precizez ca i-am repetat unei fete , de cel putin 33 de ori ca nu este corect cum foloseste , si ghici ce ? Continua sa spuna ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-analfabetii veritabili ; uneori (sau mereu) ei dau vina pe ora (a.m , p.m) , spunand : "Ete , la ora asta vrei sa gandesc ? " - ASTA ESTE CEA MAI PENIBILA SCUZA !&lt;br /&gt;Ai o anumita ora la care poti gandi sau ce ? Daca ti s-a intamplat doar o data , maxim de doua ori (sa dai vina pe "oboseala") nu e mare tragedie , insa , sa faci asta mereu , e grav :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-si fostii care nu vor sa UITE  ! Doamne , ce dracu se intampla cu voi , oameni (retardati) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze ca mi-am dat frau liber revoltei mele in modul asta , dar trebuie sa ma descarc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : urasc o gramada de lucruri , insa in momentul asta , doar astea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-293955191837646858?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/293955191837646858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/293955191837646858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/293955191837646858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn-it.html' title='Damn it !'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-5507674365410852665</id><published>2010-03-01T19:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:56:10.633+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lemon suicide'/><title type='text'>Lemon .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S4v_gl_f-nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6BaksGmNQ9E/s1600-h/Suicide.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/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S4v_gl_f-nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6BaksGmNQ9E/s320/Suicide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443725510026721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-5507674365410852665?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5507674365410852665/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/lemon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5507674365410852665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5507674365410852665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/lemon.html' title='Lemon .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S4v_gl_f-nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6BaksGmNQ9E/s72-c/Suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-3385700919222503563</id><published>2010-03-01T13:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:57:20.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn310/mcerchez/martisor1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn310/mcerchez/martisor1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La multi ani ! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-3385700919222503563?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3385700919222503563/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-multi-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/3385700919222503563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/3385700919222503563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-multi-ani.html' title=''/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-2948324074156402076</id><published>2010-02-28T20:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:19:52.967+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezamagita !</title><content type='html'>Duminica , inainte de 1 Martie , "frumoasa" sarbatoare , plec in Baneasa .. Poate gasesc ceva  incaltaminte , ceva martisoare mai originale , ceva care sa-mi placa (sunt e-xtrem de pretentioasa) !&lt;br /&gt;A fost cea mai mare greseala ca am ales Baneasa Shopping Center ! De ce ?&lt;br /&gt;- am fost si calcata in picioare de cel putin 3 ori ,&lt;br /&gt;- am facut cel putin 40 de minute sa ajung in capatul mall-ului (adica e foarte mare)&lt;br /&gt;- e extrem de mare dar n-are nimic bun in el .&lt;br /&gt;Concluzie : 4 ore pierdute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfat : daca aveti probleme cu nervii (cat de mici ) - adica n-aveti rabdare , nu mergeti !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-2948324074156402076?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2948324074156402076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/dezamagita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2948324074156402076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2948324074156402076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/dezamagita.html' title='Dezamagita !'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-4456322886550744776</id><published>2010-02-24T19:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:41:55.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora de religie .</title><content type='html'>Marti , 23 ianuarie , ora de religie .&lt;br /&gt;Profesor nou , opinii si idei noi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum era prima ora a lui&amp;nbsp; , nu am facut ora , ci am discutat , a fost prima ora de "introducere" . Ok,totul e bine . Parea un om elevat , deloc sever si cu simtul umorului dezvoltat (facea glume bune) . Totul a mers bine pana cand imi vine mie sa intreb : "De ce credeti in prostiile scrise in Biblie ? " ..&lt;br /&gt;Liniste totala . Toti uimiti . Profesorul se uita insistent si nu stie ce sa spuna . Pana la urma , imi raspunde : " Dar nu este deloc asa , Biblia inseamna diferite lectii de viata " .&lt;br /&gt;Mda , lectii lipsite de logica -despre uciderea copiilor , uciderea homosexualilor , etc . Pana la urma i-am spus ca eu nu cred in dumnezeu . Si stii ce imi spune ?&lt;br /&gt;"Pana si ateii cred in ceva . Si totusi , oamenii ca voi sunt inchisi la minte , odata ce nu au o anumita conexiune cu Dumnezeu ,nu pot avansa intelectual sau spiritual . "&lt;br /&gt;Intr-adevar , o jignire subtila .&lt;br /&gt;Ii raspund : " Domnule profesor ,crestinii ca dumneavoastra sunt inchisi la minte . Voi nu puteti accepta realitatea si daca aveti probleme , in loc sa le rezolvati ,stati si va inchinati la dumnezeu cu speranta ca "EL" le va rezolva .  "&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a dat replica . In schimb , a inceput sa imi povesteasca despre nu stiu ce rahat de stea magica si mi-am pierdut timpul cu un asemenea om . Din nou , aparentele inseala enorm - nu este deloc un barbat elevat , precum il credeam .&lt;br /&gt;Creierul lui a fost spalat cu teorii religioase si uscat cu principii biblice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSINE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-4456322886550744776?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4456322886550744776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ora-de-religie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4456322886550744776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4456322886550744776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ora-de-religie.html' title='Ora de religie .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-3025698480976722773</id><published>2010-02-18T17:22:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:43:03.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S31f8W57rNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kiVZAlmPF6Y/s1600-h/indexphpactiondlattacht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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"&lt;/span&gt; iti suna cunoscut  ?In ziua de astazi , foarte multi oameni se bazeaza pe principiul asta  .&lt;br /&gt; Curios de unde vine aceasta idee ? Ei bine , provine din Sfanta si Minunata carte numita BIBLIE .&lt;br /&gt;Intelept , nu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomand :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://cea-mai-buna-carte-este-biblia.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-7306290717915345783?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7306290717915345783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/principii-proaste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7306290717915345783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7306290717915345783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/principii-proaste.html' title='Principii proaste .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-1056673060870221628</id><published>2010-02-09T23:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:37:50.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitie !</title><content type='html'>Off , ce grea e germana ! Incerc sa scap de obiceiul de a ma tot plange, trebuie sa trec la treaba ! De vreo 4 zile fac mereu cate 3-4 ore de germana . Evident , singura . Daca vrei sa inveti o limba straina (mai ales singur/a) trebuie sa ai o ambitie puternica , perseverenta si multa rabdare . La capitolul 'rabdare' stau extrem de prost dar .. incerc sa 'vindec' si problema asta .&lt;br /&gt;Cu ajutorul unui site &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foarte util&lt;/span&gt; invat zilnic putina germana . Toate cuvintele sunt scrise in engleza , apoi traduse in germana . Asta poate ar fi o mica problema pt cei care nu stiu nici macar engleza .. In fine , cei care stiu putina germana , sau foarte multa , sau sunt in aceeasi situatie ca mine - mai deloc -ii rog sa ma contacteze xD . Danke schon !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-1056673060870221628?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1056673060870221628/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ambitie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1056673060870221628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1056673060870221628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/ambitie.html' title='Ambitie !'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-1803921087061151138</id><published>2010-02-06T11:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:48:38.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Known Universe .</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17jymDn0W6U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17jymDn0W6U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-1803921087061151138?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1803921087061151138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/known-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1803921087061151138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1803921087061151138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/known-universe.html' title='Known Universe .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-2595363296746043780</id><published>2010-02-01T05:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:28:25.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O lume nebuna ,nebuna de tot .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mariusovidiu.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://mariusovidiu.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/stupid.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh,nu-i fac publicitate melodiei ,ci e un simplu si sincer titlu . Intr-adevar , lumea se prosteste pe zi ce trece . Si nu,nu pentru ca ne apropiem de 2012 (o mare prostie)  ! Mereu a fost asa . Doar ca acum lumea nu mai are incredere,frica,bun simt,educatie , absolut nimic . Daca te miri de ce copiii isi ucid parintii , sau invers , te miri degeaba . Daca te miri ca oamenii se omoara pt o simpla tigara sau un leu , din nou , te miri degeaba . Asta-i Romania . Mereu a fost asa . Doar ca acum e din ce in ce mai ''comercial'' . In fine , pe langa prosti , mai sunt si niste nimfomani . Si pe langa nimfomani mai sunt si ipocriti , retardati si lista continua ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum doua zile , mi-a dat un ipocrit add . Parea un baiat cu-minte ! Dar , DIN NOU , aparentele inseala enorm . El defapt era un obsedat sexual .. Cand s-a ajuns la discutia asta penibila , gata . I-am dat ignore . Tipul s-a enervat si si-a facut un id nou . A spus ca daca-i mai dau ignore , imi va da id-ul tuturor (tuturor = cocalari , manelisti , retardati , etc ) .  Nu l-am crezut deloc . Pana a doua zi cand primesc 32 de add-uri .. Care , evident , toate au ajuns in lista de ignore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde au facut toti rost de id-ul meu ? Ei bine , el mi-a pus id-ul pe un site de-a dreptul inutil . Eu nu inteleg cum poti sa pui acolo id-ul cuiva fara permisiunea lui .  In fine , e amuzant ce scria la descriere : "Tanara de 18 ani , caut sex , sunt o mare nimfomana . Daca esti din Bucuresti sau de oriunde , da-mi add repede " .&lt;br /&gt;AM RAMAS UIMITA !!!  Am incercat sa sterg id-ul de-acolo ,dar nu se poate ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine , sunt obligata sa imi fac un alt id , alta alternativa nu am .. Dar totusi , fetelor , feriti-va de fraierii de acest gen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIAR DACA SUNT PESTE TOT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-2595363296746043780?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2595363296746043780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-lume-nebuna-nebuna-de-tot.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2595363296746043780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2595363296746043780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-lume-nebuna-nebuna-de-tot.html' title='O lume nebuna ,nebuna de tot .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8499346381243492749</id><published>2010-01-23T16:59:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:25:34.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My sweet .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1shMiOZfvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RvyjlSNQXjI/s1600-h/Imagine0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1shMiOZfvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RvyjlSNQXjI/s400/Imagine0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429970274954608370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1sRuSf3bkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M0FoM63w_yE/s1600-h/Photo0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hei &lt;/span&gt;. M-am decis sa iti prezint minunatul meu motan :x . Il cheama &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mi&lt;span class="Unicode"  style="font-family:TITUS Cyberbit Basic,Code2000,Doulos SIL,Chrysanthi Unicode,Bitstream Cyberbit,Bitstream CyberBase,Bitstream Vera,Thryomanes,Gentium,GentiumAlt,Visual Geez Unicode,Lucida Grande,Arial Unicode MS,Microsoft Sans Serif,Lucida Sans Unicode;"&gt;ţ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; . Nu stiu cati ani are , probabil 5 anisori si cateva luni .. L-am luat in 2005 , defapt l-am gasit . L-am luat acasa exact a doua zi dupa ce m-am mutat in Bucuresti . Ma plimbam prin spatele blocului unde erau sute de pisici jucandu-se intre ele .  El statea singur pe o dacie .. Ghemuit ,parea  suparat .. M-am dus la el , sa-l cercetez putin . Statea cuminte , spre deosebire de celelalte pisici care alergau imediat cum ma apropiam putin de ele . Era atat de mic ,atat de frumos si linistit incat nu puteam sa rezist sa nu-l iau acasa . Dupa ore intregi de dezbateri cu mama , am convins-o sa il pastram . In primele zile , era mult prea timid , statea ascuns mereu , dar dupa cateva zile  incepea sa-si revina .. Acum este total un alt pisic . L-am domesticit complet ^.^ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum , sa incepem descrierea :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este un(eori) obsedat sexual  (asta ramane intre noi) , ii place sa-mi violeze o paturica &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rosie&lt;/span&gt; si pufoasa . Cica pisicile nu disting culorile , insa in cazul pisicului meu e gresit . Reactioneaza imediat cum vede ceva rosu .Ii mai place mancarea !Uneori este bulimic . Ii  place foarte mult muzica simfonica . De fiecare data cand ascult , se aseaza langa mine , sta linistit si incepe sa toarca . Ce pisic cult . E foarte inteligent si jucaus . Se joaca 'de-a v-ati ascunselea' cu mine sau 'leapsa' .&lt;br /&gt;Uraste frigul , iarna , zapada si vantul rece . Uraste apa , zgomotul infiorator de la aspirator , sunetele masinilor - politia , ambulanta (in special) - il sperie ingrozitor si , la fel are si o fobie fata de pungile de plastic . Ah, uraste si manelele . Il irita enorm , la fel ca mine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1sg4V1b-GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WHOWuplBCfU/s1600-h/xxxxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1sg4V1b-GI/AAAAAAAAAFk/WHOWuplBCfU/s400/xxxxxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429969928031303778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1sgi8QAsVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wCU74D5OqGY/s1600-h/Imagine0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1sgi8QAsVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wCU74D5OqGY/s400/Imagine0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429969560386187602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Asemanare izbitoare :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uW_-oyAldfo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uW_-oyAldfo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2859625013010696648-8499346381243492749?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8499346381243492749/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sweet.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8499346381243492749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8499346381243492749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sweet.html' title='My sweet .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1shMiOZfvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/RvyjlSNQXjI/s72-c/Imagine0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-1635791238909799639</id><published>2010-01-18T18:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:19:16.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lesson .</title><content type='html'>Save the planet. Whenever I've read that bumper sticker I've had to laugh. Save the planet. What for? And from what? From ourselves? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life's simple: kill or be killed&lt;/span&gt;, don't get involved and always finish the job. A survivor's code, my code, and it all sounds great until the day you find yourself confronted by a choice. A choice to make a difference, to help someone, or to walk away and save yourself. I learned something that day: you can't always walk away. Too bad it was the day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-1635791238909799639?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1635791238909799639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1635791238909799639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/1635791238909799639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-lesson.html' title='Life lesson .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8047847610104006141</id><published>2010-01-18T16:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:37:33.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun !</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvaMfOjPUqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvaMfOjPUqY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJuNgBkloFE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In al doilea clip , e vorba despre americani . Cat de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inculti&lt;/span&gt; sunt majoritatea . Fa-ti o idee despre ei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S &lt;/span&gt;: Nu cred ca am pus acest clip intr-un post potrivit .. Nu prea e funny , right ? Gotta see it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-8047847610104006141?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8047847610104006141/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8047847610104006141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8047847610104006141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-fun.html' title='Some fun !'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-5163058333124568581</id><published>2010-01-15T11:28:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:02:52.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata transpusa prin cuie</title><content type='html'>Am gasit o serie de poze superbe . Doar ca .. sunt cu niste cuie , o idee geniala de-a vedea viata transpusa prin cuie . 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width: 285px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1A3fGid3uI/AAAAAAAAADc/jMZFnYTBBuw/s200/vlad_artazov_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426898558452096738" 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/2859625013010696648-5163058333124568581?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5163058333124568581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/viata-transpusa-prin-cuie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5163058333124568581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5163058333124568581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/viata-transpusa-prin-cuie.html' title='Viata transpusa prin cuie'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S1HG6TrUEaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PZScbAr3-vs/s72-c/vlad_artazov_38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-5905296899880418840</id><published>2010-01-13T19:57:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:29:12.229+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love sucks'/><title type='text'>Never .</title><content type='html'>Si mi-a spus pt prima oara &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'te iubesc' &lt;/span&gt;. Reactia mea ? M-a cuprins tacerea , poate si uimirea . Nu stiu sa iubesc , si nu vreau sa invat . Indiferent daca sunt adepta  : Nu exista 'nu pot' , ' nu stiu '  sau  ' nimic nu e imposibil ' . &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Iarta-ma&lt;/span&gt; ,dar niciodata n-am iubit  si niciodata n-o sa invat asta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate par romantica , dar nu sunt . Poate ca pare ca sufar , dar totul e o iluzie . Poate-ti par indragostita , dar .. sunt , sau poate si asta este o alta iluzie ? Totul e confuz , nu pot sa vad in ceata asta . E o mare prostie . Sper sa -ntelegi . Pentru ca eu nu inteleg nimic !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-5905296899880418840?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5905296899880418840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/never.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5905296899880418840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/5905296899880418840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/never.html' title='Never .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8008371573451159701</id><published>2010-01-13T00:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:20:07.564+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.Luaţi cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschideţi la 18 şi scrieţi aici al 4-lea rând&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;''Detectam o urma de -gelozie , furie , dispret ? ce ? - in vocea ei . ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.Fără să verificaţi, cât e ora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12:10 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Verificaţi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12:21 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Cum sunteţi îmbrăcat(ă)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pijamale albe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Înainte de a răspunde la acest chestionar, la ce vă uitaţi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La blog si inca 4 site-uri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Ce zgomot auziţi în afară de cel al calculatorului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Doar muzica .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. Când aţi ieşit ultima dată şi ce aţi făcut cu ocazia respectivă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Duminica , la o mica narghilea .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Ce aţi visat ieri noapte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Un vis dubios , nu mi-l amintesc dar stiu ca eram speriata .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Când aţi râs ultima dată?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Acum o ora .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. Ce aveţi pe pereţii încăperii în care sunteţi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tapet  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11. Dacă aţi deveni multimilionar peste noapte care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-aţi cumpăra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bilete la avion , destinatia : Londra .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12. Care este ultimul film pe care l-aţi văzut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fight Club (pt a 3a oara) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13. Aţi văzut ceva neobişnuit astăzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oameni .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Ce părere aveţi despre acest chestionar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Comercial ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15. Spuneţi-ne ceva ce nu ştim încă!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Stiai ca Leonardo Da Vinci a lucrat 12 ani la zambetul Mona Lisei ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16. Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. dacă ar fi vorba despre o fetiţă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vai,sa n-aud de asa ceva .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17. Şi dacă ar fi vorba de un băiat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18. V-aţi gândit deja să locuiţi în străinătate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Visul meu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. Ce aţi dori ca Dumnezeu să vă spună când intraţi pe porţile Raiului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai la dispozitie toata ciocolata din lume !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. Dacă aţi putea schimba ceva în lume (în afară de politică), ce aţi schimba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Educatia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Vă place să dansaţi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Evident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;22. George Bush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Huh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Ce aţi văzut la televizor ultima dată?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O prostie de melodie .&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/2859625013010696648-8008371573451159701?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8008371573451159701/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8008371573451159701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8008371573451159701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-4769281096707233531</id><published>2010-01-08T20:29:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:23:57.415+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depresie'/><title type='text'>Nimic .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u45/sad_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.psychologytoday.com/files/u45/sad_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://vyio.blogspot.com/2009/12/imi-pierd-controlul.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolut nimic nu ma mai linisteste. Am ajuns sa privesc în gol, de multe ori pe zi, ca şi cum creierul meu s-ar reseta. Şi apoi sa-mi continui treaba, ca şi cum nimic nu s-ar fi întâmplat. Pana şi gandurile continua de acolo de unde le-am lasat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai am putere sa fac nimic. E atat de frig şi de liniste.. Nu mai doresc sa ştiu ce cuprind cartile, ce istorisiri frumoase imi pun la dispozitie, ce invataminte ar trebui sa trag si cate si mai cate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai pot diferentia binele de rau. Ca-mi este rau şi frica, ca nu mai sper. Încet, încet, ma transform într-o chestie fara nume sau sens. Nu-mi este bine asa si nu stiu cum sa fac sa-mi fie. Autosugestia nu functioneaza în cazul meu. Nici sfaturile celorlalti. Privesc totul din afara, ca si cum toate acele amintiri apartin altcuiva si nu stiu daca simt mila sau dezgust. Probabil amandoua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ce e mai ciudat? Nici eu nu ma mai vad. Sunt invizibila si pentru mine, ascunsa de aer, vant si frig, pierduta pe vecie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-4769281096707233531?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4769281096707233531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4769281096707233531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4769281096707233531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2010/01/nimic.html' title='Nimic .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-6153159862435893016</id><published>2009-12-30T06:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:21:56.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima mea betie !!!</title><content type='html'>Primul meu contact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cu bautura &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pe data de 29.12.2009 . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un moment memorabil !..&lt;br /&gt;Eh,poate pentru unii nu conteaza prea mult , dar pentru mine , faptul ca a fost prima oara , a contat foarte mult . Sa incepem .&lt;br /&gt;  Deci (defect / tic verbal ) , s-a intamplat intr-un club din Suceava (iubita mea) , trebuia sa cante Puya ( apropo , fac o paranteza , eu chiar nu ascult manele ! am fost doar pentru distractie - eh,asa s-a ivit ) . Clubul se numea Babylon . Am plecat cu draga mea verisoara si inca o tipa . Ne-am intalnit cu mai multe persoane cunoscute , urmau conversatiile , etc .. Dupa aceea , imi vine in gand sa merg la bar (eu care n-am baut niciodata alcool din propria initiativa - urasc sa beau) si cer 3 pahare cu Jack Daniels . Zis si facut . Le-am luat la fete pentru ca e urat sa bei singur , nu de alta (ce egoist a sunat ) .  Am baut paharelul in maxim 10 minute . Dupa aceea , incepusem sa prind gustul .. Am mers din nou la bar , si iar am luat , inca 3 pahare . Incepusem sa ametesc putin , foarte putin ! Ma plimbam pe ringul de dans si ma uitam cu dispret la tarfele de animatoare (m-a lovit sinceritatea extrema ) . Deci simteam ca asist la o partida de sex intre doua proaste de pe centura , in direct . Se lingeau ,se unduiau, turnau bautura pe ele , frisca , etc . PENIBIL ! Animatoarele sunt angajate pentru dans , nu pentru asta . Stiu ca sexul vinde , dar totusi , putina demnitate ! Sa trecem peste animatoare .&lt;br /&gt; Se facuse ora 1 , retardul trebuia sa apara . Eh , dragul de el si-a facut intrarea alaturi de o sticla de vin sau whiskey (nu stiu sigur ce era ) . Originala intrare .. Ce ma pot astepta de la unul ca el .&lt;br /&gt;A facut putina atmosfera , dupa aceea , se lua de animatoare . Le intreba daca se drogheaza , sau le pipaia mereu , cert este ca a fost o alta dovada ca el e un obsedat sexual . Dupa 30-40 de minute , vroiam sa plec pentru ca ma dureau picioarele ingrozitor dar am preferat sa raman, de dragul prietenei mele . Eh , trecuse 10 minute si el a plecat de pe scena .. Perfect . Acum urma dansul nebun . M-am dus la bar si am cerut un Jack si 3 beri pentru tipe (mai venise inca una ) . Am baut Jack-ul si .. nu mai puteam sa gandesc .. Practic ma imbatasem , rau . Ma duceam la baie , cantam , dupa aceea le faceam complimente fetelor din baie si alte prostii . Ma duceam inapoi pe ringul de dans , dansam ca o retardata fara inhibitii si dupa cateva minute scoteam telefonul si filmam tot . Iar mergeam la baie , iar dansam , iar filmam . Dupa aceea , a urmat partea cand mi-a venit cheful sa sarut . Vreau sa imi cer scuze barmanului , celor 2 tipi pe care nu-i mai stiu , si unor fete .. I-am pupat pe toti , grav  . Rusine mie , dar nu eram constienta ! Eram insetata de distractie ! Dupa multe saruturi , m-am dus din nou sa dansez .. Dansam cu cine apucam si pe orice  ( vai , house ! urasc house -ul ; cel mai idiot si comercial gen de muzica in momentul asta ) ,  practic a fost foarte distractiv , teoretic umilitor . E urat pentru o fata sa se imbete dar am o scuza plauzibila . Haha, SUNT SARBATORILE ! Si in plus , a fost prima oara .. Sunt sigura ca o sa mai fie , dar nu foarte curand .. O sa ma imbat de acum inainte doar cand ma pot scuza , gen : e Craciunul , Revelionu, Pastele sau ziua mea de nastere ..  Multumesc celor care au fost cu mine in momentele alea !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S : Au mai fost inca 3  . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S0jV-eyPpNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pJBvlkCC8yw/s1600-h/rrtrrrrrrrr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S0jV-eyPpNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pJBvlkCC8yw/s200/rrtrrrrrrrr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424821020560172242" 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/2859625013010696648-6153159862435893016?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6153159862435893016/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/prima-mea-betie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/6153159862435893016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/6153159862435893016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/prima-mea-betie.html' title='Prima mea betie !!!'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/S0jV-eyPpNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pJBvlkCC8yw/s72-c/rrtrrrrrrrr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-7424475716349796614</id><published>2009-12-21T03:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:28:25.733+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny ^.^</title><content type='html'>E ora 3:52 A.M (Ante meridian)si n-am somn,in schimb am pofta de niste clipuri care sa ma amuze cu adevarat . Dupa cautari indelungate,am gasit unul care sa ma faca sa rad cu lacrimi !  ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fiE0ANz59n0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&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/fiE0ANz59n0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLGT49I3FJw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&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/yLGT49I3FJw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exact acelasi comportament (frica - inainte de a scoate un dinte) si aceeasi reactie o aveam si eu . Ce chestie , cand credeam ca nimeni nu reactioneaza ca un ...animal .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-7424475716349796614?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7424475716349796614/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7424475716349796614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7424475716349796614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny.html' title='Funny ^.^'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-591450147671850701</id><published>2009-12-19T10:03:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:55:36.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="comment_body_i7SCr-mTnzGnJcbKeVIPjnwvPEoSc-pdexWuyOaK6aM"&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qO9IPoAdct8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&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/qO9IPoAdct8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''The thing is , people can't think for themselves and they get so confused by reality,that's why they belive anything science will tell them.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''If atheist rull the world ..&lt;br /&gt;So,atheist son comes home to his mom :&lt;br /&gt;-Hi,mom !&lt;br /&gt;-Hey,son !&lt;br /&gt;And the son would probably say something like :&lt;br /&gt;-Hey mom , I'm gonna go f*ck a ho*cker .&lt;br /&gt;-No problem,son . Don't be home late !&lt;br /&gt;-Oh,I might be 'cuz I'm gonna go smoke pot with my friends,since it's not addictive&lt;br /&gt;-Ohh,fine with me , son .&lt;br /&gt;And then the atheist dad will come home  :&lt;br /&gt;-Hi honey !&lt;br /&gt;-Hey&lt;br /&gt;-Ah , how was your day ?&lt;br /&gt;-Oh,I'm pregnant again ! Looks like I'm gonna have to get another abortions ! Since fetus aren't actual  human life !&lt;br /&gt;-Oh , no problem honey . Get as many abortion as you like .&lt;br /&gt;-Ok,I will . Oh , and don't go in the bedroom  'cuz is two gay men f*ckin in there !&lt;br /&gt;-Why are there gay man , honey ?!&lt;br /&gt;-Because I wanted to watch ..I wanted to watch the gay man .&lt;br /&gt;And then he wouldn't care ..&lt;br /&gt;-It's okay,that's fine with me .&lt;br /&gt;And then probably the atheist neighbourhood would run in :&lt;br /&gt;-Quick ! There's a christian outside !&lt;br /&gt;-Oh,we are coming !&lt;br /&gt;And then they grab the black robs and hoods , they run into the street , while christian would probably be nailed to big wooden X to be burn at the stake ,surrounded by atheist and they hoods and robs .&lt;br /&gt;-Die christian ! Die !&lt;br /&gt;We claim to be more taller then another religions ,except you ! We hate you ! 'Cuz we're atheist and we're hypercritical ,like that , 'cuz we're atheist .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary , isn't ? ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="comment_body_i7SCr-mTnzGWuxXaW6zfy3fiSvNPWWE-gCo4YILD7Xc"&gt;     &lt;div class="watch-comment-body"&gt;      &lt;div&gt; I wonder if some people would understand the sarcasm...&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                                        &lt;div class="watch-comment-body"&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-591450147671850701?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/591450147671850701/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/smart-christians.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/591450147671850701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/591450147671850701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/smart-christians.html' title='Smart .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-443991447904189597</id><published>2009-12-18T23:51:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T04:49:28.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intamplari (2)</title><content type='html'>Ok,asta e o intamplare personala si .. stupida intr-adevar. Mi-e rusine sa spun ca am trecut prin asta,dar o sa spun totul ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,sa incepem.  Eu merg la o sala de fitness (apropo , baieti, sala este un foarte bun loc de agatat -  tipic retardatilor ) si nu doar ca sa slabesc , ci ma ajuta sa scap de stres , mereu cand ies de la sala am o gandire pozitiva ( huh, pesimista de mine ) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,intru in sala cu romanul meu 'Jane Eyre' in mana,apa , prosop si mp3-ul (haha,cam multe,nu ?), distrag atentia unora pentru cateva secunde,dupa care totul revine la normal .Ma pun pe o bicicleta,incep sa citesc si-mi vad de treaba mea.Dupa vreo 30-40 de minute , apare un pachet de muschi - mai degraba spus o gorila si incepe sa traga de fiare. Okay,totul merge bine . Dupa cateva minute , trece gorila pe langa mine si ma intrerupe din citit .Urmeaza un dialog :&lt;br /&gt;-Buna papuse* , ce faci? Ce citesti ?&lt;br /&gt;-Buna si tie , citesc un roman .&lt;br /&gt;-Opa,inteligenta .&lt;br /&gt;-Mm,uneori .&lt;br /&gt;-Cati anisori ai tu ?&lt;br /&gt;-Hm , o intrebare cam personala , nu crezi ? Totusi,cat imi dai ?&lt;br /&gt;-19 - 18 ani ..&lt;br /&gt;-Poftim ? Fii serios .. Am abia 16 ani .&lt;br /&gt;-Ceee? Dar ce ma fac eu cu tine ? Incep sa te cresc sau ce ? Ah,lasa,esti  frumoasa si nu pari deloc de 15 anisori ..&lt;br /&gt;-Huh ?! Dar tu cati ani ai ?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu am facut 32 .&lt;br /&gt;-CE ? Chiar nu pari .&lt;br /&gt;-Da ? Mersi .&lt;br /&gt;-Hai,lasa,te las,vorbim mai tarziu , te pupic !&lt;br /&gt;- Pa-pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am vrut sa fiu nesimtita si sa-i spun din prima ''Mars,potaie,nu sunt interesata de animale'' ci  am avut o mica si simpla conversatie.&lt;br /&gt;Incep din nou sa lucrez . Trece o ora jumate si eu deja incepeam sa ma plictisesc (de bicicleta).Am lasat cartea si apa intr-un loc si ma duc spre instructorul meu. Un alt dialog :&lt;br /&gt;-Buna iubita, ce vrei sa facem astazi ?&lt;br /&gt;-Ah,ma descurc si singura , multumesc ..&lt;br /&gt;-Ok,ok,cum vrei .&lt;br /&gt;-Te-am visat aseara, stii ?&lt;br /&gt;-Pe mine? intreabam eu mirata&lt;br /&gt;-Da,pe tine .&lt;br /&gt;-Uhm,foarte interesant si ciudat .&lt;br /&gt;-Stii,imi plac foarte mult fetele scorpion . Sunt salbatice . Si mai presus de toate,tu esti si frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;nu spun nimic ..  WTF ?!&lt;br /&gt;-Mai ales tu ai si buze senzuale si ochii verzi&lt;br /&gt;il iau direct si-l intreb&lt;br /&gt;-Unde vrei sa ajungi cu asta ?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai,nu ma vrei ? Nu vrei sa ma simti ? Nu vrei sa saruti ? Se vede asta in privirea ta !!!&lt;br /&gt;-Poftim ? Ce e cu tine ? Eram mirata dar in acelasi timp nu ma puteam abtine din ras .&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu ca ma vrei , Isa .&lt;br /&gt;-Stii ca e diferenta intre noi de 16 ani , nu ? De ce crezi ca as accepta sa umblu cu un adult ?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ca ma vrei . Exista o conexiune mare intre noi ! Ieri,cand vorbeam , ai vazut ca stiam deja ce intrebari vrei sa-mi pui .&lt;br /&gt;-Asta pentru ca sunt comune , in asta consta o comunicare , stii ?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu e asta , e acea conexiune intre noi !&lt;br /&gt;-Revino-ti , dom'le&lt;br /&gt;-Hai in sala de aerobic , nu e nimeni ..&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru ? Doh,intrebare retorica , stiam unde vrea sa ajunga .&lt;br /&gt;Ma priveste adanc in ochi si-mi spune direct fara nicio rusine - Sex .&lt;br /&gt;-Stii,nu te credeam un nesimtit ,dar se pare ca esti .&lt;br /&gt;-Ah,nu,nu te supara pe mine! Te rog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plec din sala . Ajung in vestiar si incep sa vorbesc la telefon (hey,baby) si dupa vreo 15 minute ma intorc din nou . Gorila se opreste si-mi spune :&lt;br /&gt;-Auzi , sa-mi dai si mie nr tau de tel. sau de messenger&lt;br /&gt;-Uhm,nu am telefon (cel pe care-l aveam ,era un telefon imprumutat )&lt;br /&gt;-Cum sa n-ai telefon ?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai, mi l-au furat .&lt;br /&gt;-Ah , ce pacat .. atunci lasa-mi un id&lt;br /&gt;-Um , ok (oricum ii dadeam unul fals si aveam drept scuza ca intru rar ),ai ceva pe care sa scriu?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu , dar lasa ca o sa fac rost de o foaie si o sa-mi scrii , peste cateva minute ,da ?&lt;br /&gt;-Cum vrei .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai stau maxim o ora .. Instructorul nu era in sala , spre fericirea mea ! Ma imprietenisem cu niste tipe noi ,ne-am luat la vorba si dupa aceea imi iau ramas bun si plec . Stau ce stau , in vestiar (deh , fetele astea ) si dupa aceea plec spre receptie sa predau cheile . Surpriza,la receptie nu era nimeni altul decat instructorul . Ii dau cheile , imi da cardul si ma saruta cu forta !!&lt;br /&gt;Si il intreb :  Ce e cu tine ? Lasa-ma !!&lt;br /&gt;-Sa-ti amintesti mereu de mine ...&lt;br /&gt;Obsedatule ..&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat . In fata salii , era un BMW seria 7 negru . Trec pe langa el si dintr-o data se deschid usile . Urla dintr-o data :&lt;br /&gt;-Papusaaa,cat te-am asteptat !&lt;br /&gt;-Uhm,de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;-Cum de ce ? Sa-mi dai id-ul ! Hai,urca,te duc pana acasa , nu pot lasa o fata ca tine sa mearga singura pe drumul asta cu zapada&lt;br /&gt;-Stau aproape , ma descurc ..&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-o data se aude o voce din locul din spate si-mi spune :&lt;br /&gt;-Hai,intra Isa , te ducem pana acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Intamplator era o tipa care o cunosteam foarte bine ..Okay,intru (doar pt ca era tipa , altfel NU intram) . Ne-am luat putin la vorba si tot incerca sa ma ia de mana..Dupa care incepe sa-mi spuna aceeasi tampenie mi-a spus-o si el :&lt;br /&gt;-Stii,fetele scorpion sunt foarte bune si salbatice.Ele adora sa domine!&lt;br /&gt;-Serios ? :)&lt;br /&gt;-Da,tu nu te cunosti pe tine ?&lt;br /&gt;-Ba da ,dar nu la capitolul asta .&lt;br /&gt;-Eee, o sa te fac eu sa intelegi totul . Se uita la mine razand si imi clipeste ..&lt;br /&gt;Ajung acasa ..I-am dat un id fals,i-am multumit ca m-a dus dar tot nu m-a impresionat cu nimic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam astea sunt speciile noi de barbati . Mai retardati , intr-un cuvant . Cauta mereu ce este fresh . Ma-ntelegi ?Ah , nu-i bag pe toti in aceeasi oala , doar cativa .. sau poate mai bine spus majoritatea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-443991447904189597?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/443991447904189597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/intamplari-2.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/443991447904189597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/443991447904189597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/intamplari-2.html' title='Intamplari (2)'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-7568351120066415164</id><published>2009-12-18T22:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:47:30.699+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intamplari :)</title><content type='html'>Intamplari,intamplari ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu personal nu inteleg moda,trend-ul din noua generatie (care , din pacate, fac si eu parte ,dar partea buna e ca nu sunt la moda) . Relatiile  : minorele si adultii ! Minore - 13-15 anisori  + Adultii 19-27 de anisori ..&lt;br /&gt;Da,relatiile de genul asta sunt din ce in ce mai intalnite , mai ales in R(r)omania.Barbatii de genul asta joaca slab.Defapt,sunt diferite tipuri :  unii care isi aleg minore doar pt cateva zile,saptamani,luni (maxim) doar pt anumite placeri sexuale (ca prefera ce este fresh), sau altii care probabil sunt complexati de defectele lor si asa isi o aleg o prada mult mai ne-inteligenta decat ei : '' Ce-o sa spuna si idioata asta ? In viata ei n-a vazut un asemenea organ,o sa accepte indiferent cum il am ! Ca eu o fac sa vrea ! ''. De ce ar vrea sa aiba o femeie de varsta lor , care le spune verde-n fata ce vor,ce simt,daca le place , daca nu, cand pot avea o minora, sau fie , in devenire adolescenta - una timida , prostuta , fara experienta ,fara cultura ( ca deh, in ziua de astazi ,cine mai are asa ceva ? Ie grele , dom'le ) care niciodata n-o sa le spuna cu tupeu ce parere au (ah,din nou depinde-dar nu mai insist pe asta)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi,cert este ca sunt terifiata de ce vad , de ce aud .. Uite,sa luam un exemplu : Paraschiva 14 ani , Iuda 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paraschivo , de ce crezi ca Iuda a ales o copila de varsta ta,care e inofensiva,inocenta si prostuta ?Ii place carnea proaspata,daca ma-ntelegi. El vrea un singur lucru de la tine . Care , mai tarziu sau mai devreme , tot o sa-l obtina ! De ce ? Pentru ca tu esti prea proasta ca sa-ti dai seama ca el a stat atata timp cu tine doar ca sa obtina asta .Hai,stii la ce ma refer.&lt;br /&gt;Iuda,rusine ca iti bati joc de copilaria bietei fete ! La 14 ani , cand trebuia sa se joace cu copiii din spatele blocului , ea sta si iti satisface placerile . Lipsa de respect .&lt;br /&gt;Paraschiva,draguta de ea,mai sta 3-4 luni cu Iuda si dupa aceea , ajunge sa-i creasca pe Cezar,Afrosina si Gaius.&lt;br /&gt;Iuda cum afla,pleaca la Afromandita si niciodata n-o mai vede pe Paraschiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipic,nu ?&lt;br /&gt;Da,asa-i .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori ca adolescentele din ziua de astazi , sa profite din maxim de copilaria lor si sa invete ca au tot timpul din lume sa-si satisfaca placerile . Fetelor , nu invatati si voi din gresile altora ? Poate chiar din greselile parintilor ,bunicilor, etc . Imi pare rau pt voi . Ah,si sa invatati sa nu va mai lasati atat de usor abordate!Stiti , era o melodie cantata de o tipa care ma irita, dar cu un mesaj bun : '' Fetelor ,sa nu cedati din prima seara '' !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-7568351120066415164?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7568351120066415164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/subiect-de-discutie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7568351120066415164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7568351120066415164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/subiect-de-discutie.html' title='Intamplari :)'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-338562235589589278</id><published>2009-12-17T16:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:45:47.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama este Mos Craciun .</title><content type='html'>Si uite-asa invatam fetitele de mici la rele ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmQDt7jVdXQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&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/zmQDt7jVdXQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/2859625013010696648-338562235589589278?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/338562235589589278/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/mama-este-mos-craciun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/338562235589589278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/338562235589589278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/mama-este-mos-craciun.html' title='Mama este Mos Craciun .'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-4662189195780060</id><published>2009-12-13T02:21:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:06:26.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor :</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa colind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa fug de acasa noaptea cu o gramada de fete si baieti in cele mai idioate dar amuzante locuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serile in care stateam pe bloc si priveam stelele de pe cer (indiferent daca muream de frig)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de familia mea ..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de sclavul meu Ciuhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de vremurile bune in care stateam cel putin 7 ore afara .. indiferent daca erau copii cu varstele intre 6-17 ani,toti ne adunam si ne jucam,vorbeam,faceam tot felul de activitati... dar eram uniti cu totii ! Nu ca-n vremurile de azi,toti stau in fata calculatorului si isi 'traiesc' viata virtual , dar uita  complet de realitate ..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa mai fac farse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de SUCEAVA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de zilele in care n-aveam nicio grija,niciun interes,nicio responsabilitate (oh,singurul interes era distractia )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa merg pe strazile Vienei cu bicicleta mea cu GPS &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de mare .. (cel mai mult iubesc marea ,o ador pt ca ea e singura care ma intelege,suna stupid dar asa este ..  indiferent daca uneori ma alina subtil sau ma izbeste direct )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de vremurile in care-mi petreceam Craciunul si Revelionul cu cel putin 4-5 familii (amintiri frumoase)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de bataile cu apa pe timpul verii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de vremurile in care mergeam cu 'gasca' in diferite orase de care n-aveam habar de ceva si ne pierdeam ca niste idioti xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa torturez o pisica (sau mai multe) DOAR in felul meu , unul foarte diferit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa fac poze in familie ^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sa arunc de la geam (balcon) cu apa/oua in oameni,poftim educatie ; cel mai mare record al meu a fost de Pasti cand am aruncat 42 de oua dar n-am nimerit niciun om  (ghinion)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  Mi-e dor de anii aia… mi-e dor de oamenii aia… mi-e dor de locurile alea… mi-e dor de prostiile care le faceam… mi-e dor de sentimentul de fericire deplina si de “Lumea e a mea” care il simteam….Toate astea fac parte din copilarie .. Care,se pare,ca sunt de domeniul trecutului ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-4662189195780060?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4662189195780060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/mi-e-dor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4662189195780060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/4662189195780060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/mi-e-dor.html' title='Mi-e dor :'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8888252410736540291</id><published>2009-12-13T01:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:00:58.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just listen ..</title><content type='html'>Um,din nou mi se intampla sa am insomnii (din nou.. mai bine spus mereu) asa ca,in seara asta prefer internetul decat 'Jane Eyre',cartea pe care abia acum m-am apucat sa o citesc (rusine mie) . Cautam pe youtube niste melodii si din intamplare am dat peste o melodie superba care-mi trezeste diferite amintiri,placute sau .. nu . Cert este ca merita ascultata,poate iti place si tie ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCh5VlDcCMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&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/fCh5VlDcCMo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/2859625013010696648-8888252410736540291?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8888252410736540291/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8888252410736540291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8888252410736540291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-listen.html' title='Just listen ..'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-307841279405613540</id><published>2009-12-09T08:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:56:53.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trebuie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trebuie sa stii cine conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; Trebuie sa stii cine merita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa te opresti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa taci.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa accepti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa te dai batut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa nu insisti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand sa profiti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii cand nu are niciun rost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii sa pierzi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii sa castigi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa stii sa lupti mai mult decat te'ai fi asteptat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa inveti sa nu te mai mire nimic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa inveti sa te astepti la orice, dar absolut orice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa inveti sa faci fata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa fi atat de puternica cum nu ai crezut ca o sa mai fie vreodata nevoie sa fi, de ATUNCI incoace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuie sa stii despre ce vorbesc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-307841279405613540?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/307841279405613540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/trebuie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/307841279405613540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/307841279405613540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/trebuie.html' title='Trebuie'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-7772353945975090390</id><published>2009-12-01T04:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:37:28.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Urasc.</title><content type='html'>Urasc tot . Corect,absolut tot .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-7772353945975090390?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7772353945975090390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/urasc.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7772353945975090390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/7772353945975090390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/urasc.html' title='Urasc.'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-6137527235469439822</id><published>2009-11-23T02:12:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:48:14.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exista Dumnezeu ? (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cand eram mica,imi puneam milioane de intrebari,despre crestinism,despre familii,despre bani,despre dragoste,despre adolescenti,despre multe alte subiecte ..dar,niciodata nu primeam un raspuns concret.Mereu acelasi vag raspuns : ''Nu stiu.'' sau "Esti prea mica sa stii,ai timp sa aflii.''&lt;br /&gt;Ok,e timpul sa mi se raspunda la o intrebare(momentan).Exista sau nu Dumnezeu?Evident ca e stupida intrebarea,cel putin pentru mine.. Dar vreau un raspuns ..&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma gandesc ca exista.Altfel cine a creat atatea?Doar nu au aparut din senin toate..Exista un inceput in orice si oricine.E clar ca cineva a creat Pamantul,e clar ca cineva a facut ca totul sa fie perfect aranjat in spatiu sau pe Pamant,e clar ca exista un sistem foarte bine aranjat in toate domeniile,dar,un singur lucru nu mi-e clar . Daca exista un inceput in toate,cum a inceput Dumnezeu? Cum sau cine L-a creat ? Lucrul asta nu mi-l explic .. si probabil niciodata nu o sa mi-l explic sau explice cineva vreodata. Totusi,daca nu as crede in Dumnezeu,atunci nu mi-ar ramane decat sa cred in alternativa ca tot ceea ce exista in jurul meu a aparut din intamplare,sau din cauze naturale.Ceea ce nu as concepe asa ceva.Daca cineva ar juca zaruri,ce sanse ar avea sa dea doi de sase ?Hm.Dar care ar fi probabilitatea ca pe niste simple zaruri albe sa apara acele puncte negre?Viata nu poate aparea din ne-viata.Atunci de unde a aparut viata umana,animala si vegetala? Trebuie sa existe macar un gram de adevar,doar nu au inventat oamenii zvonul asta acum 2000 de ani degeaba si l-au sustinut din generatie in generatie.Nu?&lt;br /&gt;Pe vremurile bune cand nu credeam in Dumnezeu,pur si simplu aveam niste argumente sigure pe ele si nu mai se punea problema cu milioanele de intrebari.Spuneam : ''Nu exista,punct.Nu ne ajuta cu nimic,nu schimba nimic,nu ne da niciun indiciu,de ce ar exista?!'' si credeam doar ca oamenii se roaga la Dumnezeu,la o iluzie teoretic,doar ca sa scape de problemele pe care nu si le pot rezolva singuri.&lt;br /&gt;Ma luam de credinciosi intrebandu-i : ''Daca tu crezi in Dumnezeu,atunci spune-mi de ce nu face nimic?De ce sta si se uita la populatie cum se duce de rapa?De ce permite ca parintii  sa-si paraseasca/bata/violeze copiii?De ce mor atatia oameni zilnic?De ce unii oameni mor de foame,cand altii se scalda-n bani? Dumnezeu e atotputernic,nu? DACA ESTE,DE CE NU FACE NIMIC ? Multe intrebari,putine raspunsuri. Pana la urma cred ca o sa ajung sa nu mai intreb nimic si sa ma documentez singura de acum inainte. Cert este ca unele lucruri nu se pot explica,asa ca,toti apeleaza la Dumnezeu. El le-a facut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tocmai am aflat ca poetul meu preferat,a fost ateu.Mihai Eminescu.Uite ce a scris :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Religia - o frază de dânşii inventată&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ca cu a ei putere să vă aplece-n jug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Căci de-ar lipsi din inimi speranţa de răsplată,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;După ce-amar muncirăţi mizeri viaţa toată&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Aţi mai purta osânda ca vita de la plug? &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mihai Eminescu, "Împărat şi proletar"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; Voi ramane mereu sceptica si de acum inainte,n-o sa mai spun ca sunt atee sau credioncioasa(chiar daca niciodata nu am fost),ci voi sustine ca sunt agnostica,precum Charles Darwin.Punct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&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/2859625013010696648-6137527235469439822?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6137527235469439822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/exista-dumnezeu-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/6137527235469439822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/6137527235469439822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/exista-dumnezeu-part-2.html' title='Exista Dumnezeu ? (part 2)'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8404904960679049759</id><published>2009-11-14T10:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:13:53.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day</title><content type='html'>To me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-8404904960679049759?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8404904960679049759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-b-day.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8404904960679049759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8404904960679049759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-b-day.html' title='Happy B-day'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-6352183348653436976</id><published>2009-11-13T09:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:49:17.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/Sv0FY1AwGkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SBxRVa75JAA/s1600-h/guess-who-probe-audio-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/Sv0FY1AwGkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SBxRVa75JAA/s320/guess-who-probe-audio-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403481052019694146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ai auzit de Guess Who (ma indoiesc) , cred ca ar trebui sa aflii cate ceva de el .. E foarte bun,dupa parerea mea . Si-a scos un nou album intitulat 'Probe audio' si chiar merita ascultat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista trackuri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Fuck ce vreau&lt;br /&gt;02. Unu doi (cu Griffo si FreakaDaDisk)&lt;br /&gt;03. Tu (cu Spike)&lt;br /&gt;04. Gen (cu Eugen)&lt;br /&gt;05. Flori ilegale&lt;br /&gt;06. A doua oara (cu Grasu XXL)&lt;br /&gt;07. Ca 2 flori&lt;br /&gt;08. Special (remix)&lt;br /&gt;09. De urgenta&lt;br /&gt;10. Eu, tu si restu…&lt;br /&gt;11. Sunete (cu Mitza)&lt;br /&gt;12. Special (cu Lucia)&lt;br /&gt;13. In viata mea&lt;br /&gt;14. Nici o grija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;guess-who&lt;/b&gt;.ro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.myspace.com/&lt;b&gt;guesswho&lt;/b&gt;bucharest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cache.apropo.ro/4a0924f0179f3/videoplayer2.swf?key=b1cf6b3cc76a82717240e98700a3bd40" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" allowfullscreen="true" autoplay="false" wmode="transparent" height="203" width="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tare.ro/videochat.apropo/42539%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cobject%20height=" 285="" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0IR9a_tFk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0IR9a_tFk0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodii preferate ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCtxc0k0sm0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OCtxc0k0sm0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK0BGfraKm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK0BGfraKm4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JahwwgCQ_ew&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JahwwgCQ_ew&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima melodie e plina de sarcasm . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-6352183348653436976?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6352183348653436976/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/6352183348653436976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/6352183348653436976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLQ_UOS-QDg/Sv0FY1AwGkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SBxRVa75JAA/s72-c/guess-who-probe-audio-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8619739484813791259</id><published>2009-11-13T08:43:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:48:50.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of hh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZimBhqUiPg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZimBhqUiPg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wDUbEqqFLg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5wDUbEqqFLg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDWUyChXaDI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NDWUyChXaDI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ascultatorii de hh real ! Nu ca toti retardatii care se considera 'hip hop-eri' dar defapt canta altceva , ceva-n gen manele .. Si da,la Puya ma refer .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-8619739484813791259?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8619739484813791259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bit-of-hh.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8619739484813791259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8619739484813791259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-bit-of-hh.html' title='A little bit of hh'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-8381277298650100404</id><published>2009-11-12T09:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:40:26.839+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce mai fac , ce mai zic ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="450" height="366" src="http://www.220.ro/emb/ksinrupLHh" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scurt,direct si la obiect .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mai fac ? Uite o sa-ti trag un glont in cap !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-8381277298650100404?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8381277298650100404/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-mai-fac-ce-mai-zic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8381277298650100404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/8381277298650100404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-mai-fac-ce-mai-zic.html' title='Ce mai fac , ce mai zic ?!'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-656800329250706348</id><published>2009-11-12T05:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:36:43.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Partenza !...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Partenza !....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma cheama tangenta&lt;br /&gt;Vietii multiple , traita-n betia&lt;br /&gt;Si-n visele roze si verzi de hasis....&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama bizara , prelunga si lenta&lt;br /&gt;Minciuna-a vietii traita-n decorul&lt;br /&gt;Haotic al clipei , cand cu-ochii inchisi&lt;br /&gt;Aplauzi actorii ,&lt;br /&gt;Ucizi autorul ,&lt;br /&gt;Bisezi nebunia&lt;br /&gt;Si-n ultimul stadiu de metamorfoza ,&lt;br /&gt;Cu ultima doza&lt;br /&gt;Incepi agonia !.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partenza !....&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama portretul&lt;br /&gt;Femeii absente , cu ochii topiti&lt;br /&gt;In doua elipse concave de smoala....&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama parfumul ocult si magnetul&lt;br /&gt;Mulatrelor blonde cu dinti poleiti ,&lt;br /&gt;Cu unghii vopsite-- albastre si roze --&lt;br /&gt;Si-n clipa suprema , cu gesturi si poze&lt;br /&gt;De convalescente satule de boala !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partenza !....&lt;br /&gt;ma cheama oceanul&lt;br /&gt;Si glasul sirenei ce-anunta plecarea&lt;br /&gt;Spre sudul fantastic al "Fetei morgane".&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama suprema-nfratire cu anul ,&lt;br /&gt;Cu luna ,cu ziua , cu ora , cu clipa&lt;br /&gt;Cand gestul fatidic sfarseste risipa&lt;br /&gt;Aromelor calde de ceai si banane ;&lt;br /&gt;Cand Yama ne sterge din Wansa prezenta....&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama-nserarea eterna ----&lt;br /&gt;Uitarea !...&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama supremul adio !....&lt;br /&gt;Partenza !....&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/2859625013010696648-656800329250706348?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/656800329250706348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/partenza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/656800329250706348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/656800329250706348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/partenza.html' title='Partenza !...'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-2227751870137880381</id><published>2009-11-12T05:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T05:23:53.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>14 November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/death" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/death.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: white; display: block; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 22px; height: 107px; padding-left: 10px; padding-top: 75px; text-decoration: none; width: 241px;"&gt;1,150,295 People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;Free Dating Sites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruel intentions ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-2227751870137880381?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2227751870137880381/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-november.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2227751870137880381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2227751870137880381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/14-november.html' title='14 November'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2859625013010696648.post-2355274134881276131</id><published>2009-11-12T03:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:05:31.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,dear bloggers !</title><content type='html'>Sunt noua pe aici,nu prea am experienta (defapt chiar deloc) si mi-am propus sa incerc sa-mi exprim propriile pareri aici. Imi place mult sa comunic, si de acum o s-o fac si in scris, chiar daca n-o sa am prea multi vizitatori macar o sa “aberez” singura pe-aici. Nu cred ca o sa scriu sau sa comentez pe teme/subiecte foarte serioase sau din domeniul politicii..recunosc, nu ma pricep:) , in plus imi place sa tratez totul cu umor. Desigur, n-o sa fac asta mereu, sunt si eu om, am momente mai bune, mai rele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca in acest blog o sa gasiti parerile mele pe diverse subiecte, o sa ma cunoasteti mai bine(cei care ma cunosc deja si care vor asta) si poate pe cei mai “in varsta” o sa-i ajut sa-si aduca aminte momentele din liceu cand o sa-mi citeasca unele posturi. Sper ca blogul meu sa fie citit de la copii de la 7 ani pana la oameni de 89 de ani..(asta a sunat ca instructiunile de pe jocul Monopoly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat pentru primul post, nu vreau sa va plictisesc din prima:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2859625013010696648-2355274134881276131?l=streetgirlisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2355274134881276131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellodear-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2355274134881276131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2859625013010696648/posts/default/2355274134881276131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetgirlisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/hellodear-bloggers.html' title='Hello,dear bloggers !'/><author><name>UnKnown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQR_p-kbCLg/TupqBH85IgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Jg5Ov1J2d1o/s220/tumblr_luvw0xHUtq1r2jkq9o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
