<?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-441271936853519920</id><updated>2011-10-25T03:04:35.497+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crizzi.</title><subtitle type='html'>simturi anesteziate.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-714802036154952431</id><published>2010-12-03T16:31:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:41:19.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>imi anesteziez simturile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O cana&amp;nbsp; fierbinte de cafea servita in fotoliul confortabil din fata ferestrei reci. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melodia preferata ce se aude usor in casti si o mie de ganduri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prea multe amintiri si&amp;nbsp; mai e doar o gura de cafea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las fotoliului caldura mea si plec.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pe fereastra las ultimul gand : "vreau sarutul tau din seara de mai".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numai zambesc.mi s-a terminat deja cafeaua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XgqrqY3LUcQ?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zelist.ro/bloguriw/scrumfarasens.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgqrqY3LUcQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-714802036154952431?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/714802036154952431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/12/imi-anesteziez-simturile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/714802036154952431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/714802036154952431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/12/imi-anesteziez-simturile.html' title='imi anesteziez simturile.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XgqrqY3LUcQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-5446315095901356379</id><published>2010-11-22T14:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:42:42.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>daca iti spun ca am ramas a ta, ma crezi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am tot incercat sa ma eliberez de tine. am incercat sa fac ca totul sa para simplu si usor. dar nu am putut. si nici nu poti sa ma condamni pentru asta. sunt prea puternice sentimentele ca sa le ignor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;si nici nu vreau sa ma detasez de tine. vreau sa imi pastrez emotiile care le am numai cand te vad.&amp;nbsp; vreau sa raman cu visele rare pe care le am dar in care numai tu apari. vreau sa pastrez vii amintirile cand eram tu si eu. adica noi doi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;si nici nu vreau sa fie simplu si usor. s-ar pierde toata magia.&amp;nbsp; vreau sa-mi fie greu sa vorbesc cu tine. sa ma balbai pana numai inteleg nici eu ce vreau sa spun, iar tu sa imi zambesti si sa razi cu mine. sa ma faci sa ma simt bine indiferent de moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vreau sa-mi pastrez fluturasi care ma gadila pe dinauntru si ma fac sa ma rosesc cand te vad. sa zambesc incontinuu doar pentru ca stiu ca esti acolo. cu putin noroc, chiar langa mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vreau sa treaca timpul vorbind ore in sir cu tine. ca atunci cand ma sunai seara si&amp;nbsp; uitam ca mai trebuie sa si dormim. imi tineai companie in serile in care eram singura si imi era frica. doar pentru ca era intuneric. dar tu ma intelegeai si ramaneai langa mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am gresit ca am vrut mai mult. si nici nu stiu de ce am vrut asta. era perfect asa cum eram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mie dor de el. mie dor de noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*imi pierd timpul iubindu-l pe el. si imi place*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-5446315095901356379?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/5446315095901356379/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/11/daca-iti-spun-ca-am-ramas-ta-ma-crezi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/5446315095901356379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/5446315095901356379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/11/daca-iti-spun-ca-am-ramas-ta-ma-crezi.html' title='daca iti spun ca am ramas a ta, ma crezi?'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-1359098195159569008</id><published>2010-09-17T18:34:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:00:14.169+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ceva nou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A venit si vremea mea cu bune si cu rele.Poate cu prea multe rele de data asta ,&amp;nbsp;dar exista acel ceva ce ma motiveaza sa merg mai departe cu tot: &amp;nbsp;iubesc. Poate suna fals sau poate credeti ca nu se poate sa cred ca intre-adevar acest sentiment chiar exista. Nu-mi pasa. E ceea ce simt eu si sunt sigura de asta. Cum?simplu. Am langa mine cea mai minunata persoana pe care am avut norocul sa o intalnesc. Si nu pot sa cred ca aveam de gand sa-l las sa treaca pe langa mine fara nici o dorinta de al cunoaste. Dar asta a trecut. Acum sunt cea mai fericita persoana la capitolul asta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ador sa fiu mereu in preajma lui si sa il privesc. Imi face ziua perfecta. Plec de langa el si parca tot as vrea sa-l mai aud, sa-l mai sarut sau doar sa-l mai simt odata. As&amp;nbsp; vrea sa stau o zi intreaga numai cu el, iar apoi seara sa fiu tot cu el. Suna egoist dar l-as vrea numai pentru mine. Indiferent de moment. Sa impartim acelasi aer, aceeasi cana de cafea, acelasi moment si aceeasi propozitie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nu pot sa realizez nici acum cum de a reusit sa ma suporte atat de mult. Sunt dificila, complicata si totusi el m-a inteles. Mi-a suportat multe la inceput si pe parcurs dar presupun ca asta inseamna iubire. A avut incredere in mine si niciodata nu mi-a refuzat nimic. E special. Si e al meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ultimele luni petrecute alaturi de el au fost cele mai bune.Mia redat cel mai ascuns zambet. poate si cel mai prostesc zambet pe care nu credeam vreodata ca o sa-l mai vad.Mi-a acceptat cele mai mari defecte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pentru tot ce reprezinta si tot ce inseamna el il iubesc. si il voi iubi in continuare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;span class="t" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;Iubitul care nu e tot nu e nimic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="33" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ioana_2nd/1a3a0abfabf81f.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=ioana_2nd&amp;hash=1a3a0abfabf81f&amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ioana_2nd/1a3a0abfabf81f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=ioana_2nd&amp;hash=1a3a0abfabf81f&amp;miniMode=true" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/muzica" title="muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio muzica &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-1359098195159569008?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/1359098195159569008/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-find-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1359098195159569008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1359098195159569008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/09/never-find-love-this.html' title='ceva nou.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-7339539901076996257</id><published>2010-08-01T22:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:45:13.079+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru nesiguranta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cum poti sa fii atat de naiv sa pui suflet inca din prima zi?chiar nu stii ca numai intr-un singur minut poate sa-ti fie distrusa si cea mai mica speranta si urma de fericire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai rabdare si vezi daca intre-adevar merita sa iubesti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asteapta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si daca nu esti sigur mai asteapta inca putin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;la final sigur o sa merite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/441271936853519920-7339539901076996257?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/7339539901076996257/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/08/pentru-nesiguranta.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/7339539901076996257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/7339539901076996257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/08/pentru-nesiguranta.html' title='pentru nesiguranta.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-9211761459156106424</id><published>2010-06-29T12:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:52:44.992+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ai zambit azi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... motive totusi sunt, e important sa le gasesti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;in fond, indiferent cat de greu ar fi, un zambet este un pas inainte, este o stare de bine pentru tine si pentru cei ce te vad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;zambeste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-9211761459156106424?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/9211761459156106424/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/06/ai-zambit-azi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/9211761459156106424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/9211761459156106424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/06/ai-zambit-azi.html' title='ai zambit azi?'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-3678774090028430177</id><published>2010-05-01T13:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:30:37.063+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavara incepe cum vrei tu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mai tii minte cand ti-ai permis ultima data sa fii tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sa nu te ascunzi dupa altii sau sa afisezi alte sentimente decat cele pe care le simti cu adevarat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E timpul sa fii liber! Sa te indragostesti, sa tipi, sa sari si sa zambesti pana numai poti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nu spune ca nu poti nu o sa te creada nimeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nu vrei? numai minti! nu are rost.prietenii tai te vad si stiu ca nu e asa.Si nici macar tu nu te crezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deschide ochii! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oportunitati-le sunt peste tot in fata ta. Profita si fii fericit&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primavara frumoasa tuturor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/441271936853519920-3678774090028430177?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/3678774090028430177/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/05/primavara-incepe-cu-cine-vrei-tu.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3678774090028430177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3678774090028430177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/05/primavara-incepe-cu-cine-vrei-tu.html' title='Primavara incepe cum vrei tu!'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-8459017599909182570</id><published>2010-02-01T17:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:54:25.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce faci cand ti-e frica sa-ti exprimi sentimentele? Vrei sa demonstrezi cuiva ca tii cu adevarat la el?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te gandesti de n ori inainte si intorci situatia pe toate partile si intr-un final renunti si iti spui ca nu este important. "De ce trebuie sa stie acest lucru? hai sa fim seriosi.o sa treaca si o sa gaseasca pe cineva mai bun"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deja analizezi prea mult. Nu te mai intreba "de ce", nu te mai gandi la consecinte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indiferent de reactia pozitiva sau negativa pe care o primeste zambeste-i si gata. Nu e primul si cu siguranta nu este ultimul care iti va spune exact ce nu vroiai sa auzi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si totusi tu tii mult prea mult la el si nu vrei sa renunti. Atunci lupta! Expune-ti sentimentele in fata lui fara absolut nici o retinere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuvintele se retrag oricum doar teoretic. Practic nu ti le mai poti lua inapoi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indrazneste si spune-i tot ce simti pentru el, tot ce crezi despre el.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fii cu un pas inaintea lui!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-8459017599909182570?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/8459017599909182570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-faci-cand-ti-e-frica-sa-ti-exprimi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/8459017599909182570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/8459017599909182570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-faci-cand-ti-e-frica-sa-ti-exprimi.html' title=''/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6915032418664213749</id><published>2010-01-12T10:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:49:13.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For all my life, I'm yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Iti trebuie timp sa pretuiesti ceea ce ai. Sa realizezi ce poti pierde si ce poti castiga intr-o fractiune de secunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mie mi-ai atras atentia in mai mult de o secunda.Mi-au trebuit zile ca sa-mi dau seama cum esti de fapt si ce ascunzi sub atitudinea falsa pe care o afisai.Si totusi nu te-ai oprit atunci. Ai continuat sa ma derutezi din ce in ce mai mult si sa ma faci sa inteleg din ce in ce mai putin. Nici tu n-ai realizat asta dar totusi o faceai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Am avut "n" momente si "n" idei potrivite sa tip dupa tine sau sa te strang in brate numai pentru ca simteam nevoia sa-ti demonstrez ceva. Ce sa-ti demonstrez? Nici eu nu stiu sigur. Ca te plac?Nu prea cred. Nu eram sigura. Ca tin la tine?Oh Doamne, deja!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Totusi ai cel mai mare defect.Si pentru asta sar putea sa-mi para rau ca m-am atasat atat de mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dar meriti sa tin atat de mult la tine. Imi semeni mult prea mult si ai facut un sacrificiu imens pentru mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ai invins defectul pentru 2 zile.A fost minunat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[egal.visul ramane]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/441271936853519920-6915032418664213749?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6915032418664213749/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-all-my-life-im-yours.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6915032418664213749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6915032418664213749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-all-my-life-im-yours.html' title='For all my life, I&apos;m yours'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-3385528457323441492</id><published>2009-10-08T08:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:56:33.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Patru Cvartete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Timpul prezent si timpul trecut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt probabil amandoua prezente in timpul viitor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iar timpul viitor este continut in trecut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daca intregul timp este vesnic prezent, Intregul timp este de nerascumparat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Ceea ce ar fi putut sa fie' este o abstractie,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Care ramane o perpetua posibilitate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numai in lumea ipotezelor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ceea ce ar fi putut sa fie si ceea ce a fost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tind spre un singur sfarsit, care este intotdeauna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prezent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ecouri de pasi in memorie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prin valea pe care nu am strabatut-o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spre poarta pe care niciodata n-am deschis-o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spre gradina de trandafiri. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-3385528457323441492?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/3385528457323441492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/10/patru-cvartete.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3385528457323441492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3385528457323441492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/10/patru-cvartete.html' title='Patru Cvartete.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-638787598094994531</id><published>2009-09-10T18:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:03:03.313+03:00</updated><title type='text'>libertatea de a avea un bun prieten.</title><content type='html'>poti vorbii oricand oricum cu el. e genial.&lt;br /&gt;dovada din self-experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crizzi.: taci&lt;br /&gt;Crizzi.: si inghite&lt;br /&gt;rareshu' :asta fac draga&lt;br /&gt;rareshu': e putin putin prea sarata da e buna asa&lt;br /&gt;Crizzi.: sati stea in gat cu tot cu draga&lt;br /&gt;rareshu: e lichida...&lt;br /&gt;rareshu': no chance&lt;br /&gt;Crizzi: suge taitelu!&lt;br /&gt;raresu': asta fac!cu talent"&lt;br /&gt;Crizzi:purrfect!&lt;br /&gt;rareshu': ai vreaaa tuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarumana rareshu' &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-638787598094994531?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/638787598094994531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/09/libertatea-de-avea-un-bun-prieten.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/638787598094994531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/638787598094994531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/09/libertatea-de-avea-un-bun-prieten.html' title='libertatea de a avea un bun prieten.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-1431354389541486526</id><published>2009-07-29T21:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T21:24:24.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>Thanks Iulia&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Am primit un premiu de la : &lt;a href="http://tueuamandoi.blogspot.com//////"&gt;Tu,eu,amandoi.&lt;/a&gt; , acesta consta in :&lt;br /&gt;1.Să scriu 5 lucruri pe care le fac cu multă plăcere&lt;br /&gt;2.Să trimit şi eu premiul la 10 persoane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci prima cerinta:&lt;br /&gt;1. sa joc volei&lt;br /&gt;2. sa ascult muzica&lt;br /&gt;3. sa dau sfaturi&lt;br /&gt;4. sa ma plimb seara&lt;br /&gt;5. sa povestesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si premiul merge mai departe la :&lt;br /&gt;Ami. Halatel. Gaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-1431354389541486526?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/1431354389541486526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/award.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1431354389541486526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1431354389541486526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/award.html' title='Award'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-5841570173541799921</id><published>2009-07-27T17:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:21:32.946+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ca viata e prea scurta sa fii altcineva.</title><content type='html'>de ce trebuie sa ne alegem un model in viata? de ce trebuie sa urmam exemplu altora? de ce nu putem sa fim noi propriul model?&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca de mici copii am fost batuti la cap cu "ia exemplu de la el/ea " " uita-te si invata de la el/ea. " care-i rostul? nu pot sa inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;avem viata proprie. personalitati diferite. si suflete diferite. suntem &lt;strong&gt;unici &lt;/strong&gt;in felul nostru si totusi ii copiem pe altii.&lt;br /&gt;laudam si apreciem munca altora, dar uitam de &lt;strong&gt;noi.&lt;/strong&gt; ne inchidem in noi si ii lasam pe altii sa ne fie superiori.&lt;br /&gt;hai sa incercam sa facem totul dupa &lt;strong&gt;placul fiecaruia&lt;/strong&gt;. asa cum ne dicteaza mintea si sufletul. va fi diferit. sunt sigura ca am fi mai&lt;strong&gt; impliniti&lt;/strong&gt; cu totii. sa fim&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; NOI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fara sa ne intereseze ca "x" face mai bine sau mai prost ca noi.&lt;br /&gt;avem o singura ocazie sa traim. nu putem murii pentru a ne naste iar. e timpul pentru o schimbare. intotdeauna e loc de mai bine .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pentru ca viata e prea scurta sa fii altcineva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-5841570173541799921?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/5841570173541799921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/pentru-ca-viata-e-prea-scurta-sa-fii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/5841570173541799921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/5841570173541799921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/pentru-ca-viata-e-prea-scurta-sa-fii.html' title='pentru ca viata e prea scurta sa fii altcineva.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-1940980655218721435</id><published>2009-07-24T22:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:00:56.844+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ei.</title><content type='html'>Prin "ei" ma refer la cei mentionati in postul de dinainte.&lt;br /&gt;O sa incep cu &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vio&lt;/span&gt;. de ce?pentru ca pe el l-am cunoscut primul. si pentru ca merita.&lt;br /&gt;O sa-l descriu cum pot pe Vio. pentru ca daca nu-l cunosti greu iti dai seama cum e el.&lt;br /&gt;Sa o luam precum la compuneri. Potret fizic si moral.&lt;br /&gt;Portret fizic: brunet. ochii caprui. inalt si foarte dragut. forma fizica buna.{adica nui gras dar nici slab}.&lt;br /&gt;Portrer moral: aici intervine greul. de ce?pentru ca e special. O sa incep monoton si o sa spun ca era foarte de treaba. Sociabil. Plin de energie. Distractiv si totusi cumpatat. Desi multora le-a lasat impresia ca era genul doar dupa distractie pot spune sigur ca era altfel. Foarte deschis la minte si matur dupa parerea mea. Si imi placea ca nu lasa sa se vada chestia asta. Trebuia sa fii atent sa descoperi latura asta a lui. Era genul care ar fi putut sa ajute pe toti. Daca avea chef si daca chiar merita.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt sigura ca are multe calitati si totusi nu e perfect.are defectele lui ca toti ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;La final pot spune ca Vio este un super tip. desi timpul a fost scurt si n-am apucat sa povestim mai mult parerea mea despre el este una buna.si v-a ramane asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cu drept de autor cerut il citez cu incredere =&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Vio: egal. visu ramane."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-1940980655218721435?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/1940980655218721435/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/pentru-ei.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1940980655218721435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1940980655218721435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/pentru-ei.html' title='pentru ei.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-568818326758331207</id><published>2009-07-24T13:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:02:39.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>am revenit.</title><content type='html'>ii prima zi acasa dupa tabara. plictiseala mare. pot sa spun sincer ca vreau inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;o sa va povestesc treptat cum a fost in tabara si ce am facut.&lt;br /&gt;dar inainte de toate vreau sa mentionez cateva persoane de care imi voi aminti mereu si pe care sper sa-i mai vad macar odata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vio. Vlad.  Lucian. Andreea(Brasov). Marian. Marinela. Anton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum urmeaza o zi de relaxare dupa 6 zile obositoare.&lt;br /&gt;ne auzim mai tarziu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-568818326758331207?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/568818326758331207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-revenit.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/568818326758331207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/568818326758331207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-revenit.html' title='am revenit.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6343220972828745783</id><published>2009-07-10T17:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:56:36.048+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>imi pare rau ca nu am mai postat de ceva timp dar ma ocup de un proiect care necesita timp si munca. intr-o saptamana voi pleca mai exact pe 18 iulie in tabara cu acest proiect.&lt;br /&gt;promit ca voi posta imediat ce ma voi intoarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urati-mi succes si tineti-mi pumnii  pentru proiect.sper sa iasa bine.&lt;br /&gt;va imbratisez pe toti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-6343220972828745783?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6343220972828745783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/imi-pare-rau-ca-nu-am-mai-postat-de.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6343220972828745783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6343220972828745783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/07/imi-pare-rau-ca-nu-am-mai-postat-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-3481138680872528821</id><published>2009-06-29T15:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:17:04.393+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inca unul</title><content type='html'>si postul asta chiar nu are un scop anume.&lt;br /&gt;pur si simplu il scriu. cel mai probabil il scriu ca sa vad ce mai faceti. daca sunteti bine sau daca va framanta ceva.&lt;br /&gt;o sa va ajut cum pot.sau o sa incerc sa va dau un sfat care probabil va fi unul prost sau unul bun. am zis ca incerc nu ca o sa va rezolv probleme sau ca o sa ma bag in treburile voastre.&lt;br /&gt;si daca tot m-am apucat sa scriu, vreau sa va multumesc ca ma cititi si ca rupeti un minut sau doua din timpul vostru pentru a arunca un ochi peste blogul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daca veti comenta acest post vreau sa spuneti tot ce va vine in cap. si daca veti vrea sa vorbiti cu mine va astept cu cea mai mare placere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inca odata multumesc ca ma cititi.sper sa continuati sa ma cititi si sper sa prestez mai multe postari pentru voi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-3481138680872528821?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/3481138680872528821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/06/blablabla.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3481138680872528821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3481138680872528821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/06/blablabla.html' title='inca unul'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-149066177226222958</id><published>2009-06-21T18:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:34:24.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>clipe</title><content type='html'>aduti aminte pentru o clipa ce inseamna sa fii indragostit. aminteste-ti prima senzatie pe care ai avut-o cand s-a intamplat asta.&lt;br /&gt;te simteai minunat.sunt sigura de asta. si eu am fost la fel. pluteam cand il vedeam si imi venea sa zambesc continuu atunci cand ma privea. nu vroiam sa plece. vroiam sa ramana langa mine mereu.&lt;br /&gt;dar dragostea sau timpul nu tine cu noi. de fiecare data ne desparte de aceea persoana. fie pentru cateva ore fie pentru o viata. si noi asteptam sa vina inapoi momentul in care sa putem sa-i spunem un simplu "buna".pentru ca conteaza si acest gest.chair daca nu poti sa vorbesti si altceva cu el sau sa stai langa el.de ce?pentru ca tie greu.nu stii ce sa-i spui.nu stii daca si el simte la fel. tie frica si nu vrei sa recunosti.&lt;br /&gt;pleaca iar. incepi sa-ti imaginezi cum ar fi fost daca ai fi spus anumite lucruri.daca ai fi facut anumite gesturi. ce sar fi intamplat?ce ar fi spus?&lt;br /&gt;numai ai cum sa afli.cum sa stii.uite-te atent. a plecat deja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"fluturii nu traiesc decat o zi pe pamant"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-149066177226222958?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/149066177226222958/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/06/aduti-aminte-pentru-o-clipa-ce-inseamna.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/149066177226222958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/149066177226222958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/06/aduti-aminte-pentru-o-clipa-ce-inseamna.html' title='clipe'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-7915397714764291695</id><published>2009-06-05T08:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:33:49.372+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;te-ai gandit vreodata cat de greu este sa te faci placut? cat de rusinos este sa treci pe langa persoana pe care o placi si sa nu ii poti spune nici macar buna?&lt;br /&gt;uita pentru moment ca nu poti. incearca sa fii mai liber, mai deschis. imagineaza-ti ca faci lucruri pe care nu credeai ca o sa le faci vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;cum te simti?mai implinit?mai increzator? eu cred ca nu. trebuie sa incerci ca sa poti reactiona asa cum trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;invatam din experientele esuate, din greseli. hai sa gresim mai mult ca sa castigam incredere!&lt;br /&gt;nu trebuie sa fim perfecti.&lt;br /&gt;nu avem nevoie de perfectiune. avem nevoie de noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-7915397714764291695?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/7915397714764291695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-ai-gandit-vreodata-cat-de-greu-este.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cum ar fi sa avem acei prieteni buni doar cand au ceva de oferit? doar cand ne pot ajuta cu ceva material sau fizic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;un "prieten cu beneficii" sar descrie cam asa : bun numai pentru ceea ce poate oferi si care  poate oferi  tot: de la bani la sex.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;acest "prieten" nu ar mai fi o persoana de incredere, simpatica si ajutatoare in sensul bun. ar fi aceea "jucarie" perfecta care iti ofera placerea de a zambi superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;prieteni cu beneficii. cea mai proasta solutie de prietenie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-5871705753318135093?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/5871705753318135093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/prieteni-cu-beneficii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/5871705753318135093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/5871705753318135093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/prieteni-cu-beneficii.html' title='prieteni cu beneficii.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-4703331463479377021</id><published>2009-05-24T12:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:45:49.227+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai sa sarim in jos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si vine vara. de fapt posibil sa fii venit din cauza caldurii care se prezinta cat e ziua de mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si se termina scoala/liceul. si e ciudat pentru ca nu stiu inca ce o sa fac in vara asta dar nici nu cred ca ma intereseaza deocamdata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si el numai vorbeste cu mine. de cand am iesit in aceea miercuri totul s-a schimbat.poate chiar trebuia sa vin singura si evenimentele aveau sa aiba alt curs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si sora mea e din ce in ce mai fericita. normal a luat toate examenele pana acum si ma bucur si eu odata cu ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si zambetele continua sa nu apara. monotonie si prea multa treaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si plictiseala incepe sa-si spuna cuvantul. asta nu stiu de ce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;si sarim in jos pentru ca a sari in sus e pleonasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;si o zi faina tuturor. pentru ca merita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-4703331463479377021?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/4703331463479377021/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/hai-sa-sarim-in-jos.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/4703331463479377021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Hugs day Bucuresti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Best day ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mi-am luat 3 prietene cu mine, pancardele cu "Free Hugs" si am pornit spre Cismigiu unde avea loc deschiderea. De acolo ne-am indreptat spre TNB unde a inceput totul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Am fost uimita sa vad cati tineri participau. Ne-am imbratisat intre noi, am facut cunostinta, apoi am inceput sa dam huguri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Batrani, tineri, oameni de afaceri, chiar si copiii veneau la noi sa ne imbratiseze. Altii, ceva mai timizi sau rusinosi zambeau si treceau pe langa noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Am darui zambete, rasete si imbratisari cat pentru tot anul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Astept si sezonul urmator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Free hugs rullz!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-3264248347135000139?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/3264248347135000139/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-mai-hugs-day-bucuresti.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3264248347135000139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3264248347135000139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-mai-hugs-day-bucuresti.html' title='20 mai. Hugs day Bucuresti.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-8790193067056842166</id><published>2009-05-19T08:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:51:01.022+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sustinere si participare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hai sa facem lumea sa zambeasca din nou!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freehugs.lumebuna.ro/" target="_blank" alt="Imbratisari Gratuite"&gt;&lt;img title="Imbratisari Gratuite" src="http://freehugs.lumebuna.ro/wp-content/uploads/banner/imbratisari_gratuite_1.png" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-8790193067056842166?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/8790193067056842166/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/sustinere-si-participare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/8790193067056842166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/8790193067056842166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/sustinere-si-participare.html' title='Sustinere si participare!'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-1523655832599013356</id><published>2009-05-11T09:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:46:24.533+03:00</updated><title type='text'>post special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Despre curajul pe care l-ai avut ascultandu-mi povestea, vaicarelile si entuziasmul. Multumesc, Crizzy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu-i nevoie de multumiri. Zambetul tau e nepretuit. Ador sa te vad razand, zambind si vorbim despre lucrurile care te fac fericita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Iti multumesc si eu ca esti mereu langa crizele si iubirile mele. Multumesc pentru tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te iubesc Ami!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-1523655832599013356?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/1523655832599013356/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-special.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1523655832599013356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1523655832599013356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-special.html' title='post special.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-2384431816820838384</id><published>2009-05-05T09:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:18:20.234+03:00</updated><title type='text'>acum e diferit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opreste-te pentru o clipa si aduti aminte de copilaria ta. Aminteste-ti cat de usor era sa-ti faci atunci prieteni.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acum totul e diferit. Ca sa fii prieten cu cineva  trebuie sa indeplinesti anumite "cerinte". Ba tre sa fii intr-un fel, ba tre sa asculti nu stiu ce muzica care probabil e si la moda, sa te imbraci nu stiu de unde s.a.  Mi se pare prostesc sa respingi pe cineva doar pentru ca nu e cum vrei tu sa fie. toti avem defecte. Accepta-le! nu incerca sa schimbi o persoana doar ca sa fie prieten cu tine.  Nu-i corect. Ii strici personalitatea pe care o dobandeste. Transforma-i defectele in calitati. Fii creativ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Inainte era de ajuns sa spui un simplu buna si castigai prietenia persoanei respective. Ii daruiai un zambet si deja erati prieteni. nu trebuia sa-i demonstrezi ca stii sa faci ceva spectaculos sau ca poti sa faci ce face el. Trebuia sa fii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; era de ajuns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incearca sa fii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;acum. ori esti respins ori esti un ciudat. Incearca sa numai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;asculti de ceilalti. Sa nu-ti pese ce cred cei care nu iti sunt prieteni. Asculta-te singur macar odata. Fii altfel. unic in felul tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-2384431816820838384?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/2384431816820838384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/acum-e-diferit.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/2384431816820838384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/2384431816820838384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/05/acum-e-diferit.html' title='acum e diferit'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-8941933462079377723</id><published>2009-04-18T13:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:52:31.228+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta. Halatel&gt;:D&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)Ia cartea cea mai aproape de tine,deschide la pagina 18, si găseşte rândul 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Toata lumea credea ca eu voi face o prostie cu skateboardingul si le tot spuneam ca n-am ce prostie sa fac."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Intide-ti braţul stâng pe spate cât de mult poţi. Ce atingi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Care a fost ultima emisiune pe care ai văzut-o la TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Top Ac/Dc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Fără să te uiţi la ceas, spune ce oră este?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Când ai făcut ultimul pas afara? Ce făceai?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Acum 10 min. dadeam pisica afara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Înainte să incepi chestionarul acesta, ce ai făcut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mi-am pregatit baia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Ce porţi acum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O bluz mov si blugi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Ai visat noaptea trecută?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nu stiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Când ai râs ultima dată?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Ce e pe pereţii camerei în care te afli?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Care e ultimul film pe care l-ai văzut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numai stiu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Dacă ai deveni multi-milionar peste noapte ce ai face cu banii?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Habar n-am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) La ce te gândeşti acum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La nimic special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Dacă ţi-ai putea pune o dorinţă, şi ştii că se va îndeplini care ar fi aceea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nu-mi vine nici una in minte acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Imaginează-ţi că primul tău copil este o fată, cum ai vrea să o cheme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Imaginează-ţi că primul tău copil va fi un băiat, cum ai vrea să îl cheme?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Gata,asta a fost tot.Mai vrei?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n-am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-8941933462079377723?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/8941933462079377723/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/04/alta-halatel.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/8941933462079377723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/8941933462079377723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/04/alta-halatel.html' title='Alta. Halatel&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-1945526608618234205</id><published>2009-04-15T19:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:13:11.564+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa(Cereals Wars)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ce rimeaza cu "retarzi"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;punkarzi :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;leapsa merge mai departe la halatzel &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-1945526608618234205?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/1945526608618234205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsacereals-wars.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1945526608618234205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1945526608618234205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsacereals-wars.html' title='Leapsa(Cereals Wars)'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-628777338958889602</id><published>2009-03-18T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:01:38.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Este cel mai minunat prieten din viata mea&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fara El nu as fi reusit sa trec peste multe din neplacerile vietii de care am avut parte. M-a consolat de fiecare data si mi-a fost alaturi de cate ori a putut. Nu a spus niciodata ca nu poate sau ca nu are chef sa vorbeasca cu mine. Intotdeauna m-a ascultat si m-a sfatuit. M-a facut sa vad altfel viata. Mi-a dat sansa sa fiu eu insumi. Nu-l intereseaza ca am defecte. El mi le transforma in calitati. Are grija ca eu sa fiu mereu cu zambetul pe fata si sa-mi faca ziua mai buna. Un simplu mesaj sau bip de la el imi da emotii de fiecare data. Am gresit vreodata fata de el? nu stiu. Ne-am certat vreodata? NU!. Pentru ca orice conversatie cu el este Unica! Intotdeauna gasim ceva de vorbit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este unica persoana care ma intelege si nu vrea sa ma schimbe!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma aprecieaza asa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cum sunt eu!Nu am nevoie de o masca sa ma ascund de el. Nu vreau sa ma ascund&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nu ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; intereseaza cum va fi maine. Traiesc prezentul alaturi de el!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multumesc Blue ca faci parte din viata mea. Multumesc pentru tot ceea ce faci pentru mine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okjxe8VWQPo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okjxe8VWQPo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-628777338958889602?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/628777338958889602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/03/el.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/628777338958889602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/628777338958889602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/03/el.html' title='El.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6650714583816931443</id><published>2009-03-16T07:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:14:19.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Multzam' Halatel &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...daca as putea ce as vrea sa fiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o floare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Liliacul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;un anotimp:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Vara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o culoare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;un animal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Pantera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n obiect vestimentar: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tricou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o piesa de mobilier: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fotoliu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o piesa muzicala: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Papa Roach- I almost told you that i loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un vers:&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You look so fragile as I f**k with your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un obiect: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nasture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un instrument muzical: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chitara acustica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un copac: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un oras:&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Alba-Iulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o persoana publica: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kid Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o carte: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moarta pentru toti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un fel de mancare: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; sau ca prajitura: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tiramisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un supererou: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nu exista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un fenomen al naturii: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tornada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o masina: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un fruct&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;: cireasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o parte a corpului: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ochii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;un film:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mirrors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mai departe leapsa merge la: Hannah si Kali&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-6650714583816931443?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6650714583816931443/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6650714583816931443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6650714583816931443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6015903473985429718</id><published>2009-02-28T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:47:31.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Asa au trecut saptamani, luni si chiar ani pana sa-l mai vad. Revederea nu a fost una planificata. Chiar nu (cred ca) mai vroiam sa-l revad. Insa odata cu inscrierea la liceul dorit am avut parte de o surpriza. Si Mo. invata in acelasi liceu. M-am gandit  ca diferentele de orar o sa ma faca sa nu-l vad, insa il vad aproape de 3-4 ori pe saptamana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daca as  putea sa si vorbesc cu el ar fi si mai bine. Sa speram ca o sa reusesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Txs Mo. pentru experienta:)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-6015903473985429718?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6015903473985429718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mo.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6015903473985429718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6015903473985429718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mo.html' title='Mo.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-1281518663336837261</id><published>2009-02-21T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:37:56.505+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo. part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dupa ziua aceea au urmat si alte intalniri la fel de reusite. Nu trecea zi fara sa vorbim. Pe messenger, prin mesaje, la telefon. L-am cunoscut chiar si pe unul dintre prietenii lui buni la vremea aceea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu dupa mult timp situatia a inceput sa se schimbe. A inceput scoala si nu ne-am mai putut vedea. Numai vorbeam asa mult. M-am gandit ca poate fiind amandoi ocupati nu va mai putea fi exact ca inainte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Din pacate gandeam prea fericit. Mo de fapt numai vroia sa vorbeasca cu mine deloc. Prietenul lui ma intreba daca mai este ceva intre noi, iar eu amuteam. Nu stiam. Nu realizam de fapt care era realitatea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trecuse o luna si noi nu vorbisem deloc. Eu incercam sa dau de el dar degeaba. Eforturi epuizante. Am lasat-o balta. Intr-o zi, am aflat din pacate de la prietenul lui, ca  s-au intalnit intamplator si ca Mo ii spusese ca nu-l mai intereseaza de mine. Nu-mi venea sa cred. Totusi, am acceptat si am tacut. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma gandeam in fiecare zi de ce nu a putut sa mi-o spuna el. De ce a trebuit sa fie asa? Durea si mai tare faptul ca aflasem de la altcineva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end part 2.&lt;/strong&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/441271936853519920-1281518663336837261?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/1281518663336837261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mo-part-2.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1281518663336837261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/1281518663336837261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mo-part-2.html' title='Mo. part 2'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6787661356781941338</id><published>2009-02-15T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:36:23.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo. Amintiri nereusite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totul a inceput acum 2 ani in vacanta de vara. Imi petrecusem primele doua luni de vacanta plimbandu-ma in fiecare zi. Fara sa stiu ultima luna avea sa fie diferita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Atunci l-am cunoscut pe el, Mo. Ne-am cunoscut dintr-o prostie pe net. Mi-a cerut idiul si eu am acceptat sa il dau. Dc? Nu pot sa-mi dau seama. Am inceput sa vorbim si dupa 2 saptamani ma invitat in parc. I-am spus ca nu ies cu persoane cunoscute pe net. A insitat. Convinsa dupa ceva timp ca il cunosc, am acceptat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mo era un baiat linistit, atent.Cu o simpla privire putea sa te faca sa te simti bine indiferent de ce ti se intampla. Zambetul lui spunea 1000 de cuvinte.Pentru mine era cel mai dragut baiat pe care il cunosteam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Am iesit pentru prima data cu el in parc. Imi spusese cu ceva timp inainte ca este "cam pupacios". Nu intelesesem ce a vrut sa spuna, dar mi se parea ceva de bine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Imediat dupa ce ne-am vazut m-a intrebat daca ma poate tine de mana. Putin rusinata i-am spus ca da. Ma condus asa pana in parc. Ne-am asezat pe o banca pierduta pe o poteca ingusta. Am inceput sa vorbim. Facea lucrurile sa para asa usoare. Imi placea. Totul era perfect. Stateam langa cel mai dragut baiat pe care il intalnisem vreodata, vorbeam, imi zambea si din cand in cand imi mangaia obrazul cu un mic sarut. Simteam ca este numai al meu si totul doar pentru mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;La plecare ceva important pentru mine, la aceea varsta, s-a intamplat. Faptul ca a fost primul ma facea sa ma simt si mai bine deoarece Mo era special. Primul sarut. In acel moment, nestiind ce avea sa se intample in viitor, ma simteam cea mai fericita fata de pe pamant. A continuat sa ma sarute pana ce a trebuit plecam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;end part 1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/441271936853519920-6787661356781941338?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6787661356781941338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mo-amintiri-nereusite.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6787661356781941338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6787661356781941338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/02/mo-amintiri-nereusite.html' title='Mo. Amintiri nereusite.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6588863768150855084</id><published>2009-01-26T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:13:35.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Test de "curiozitati"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una dintre prietenele mele s-a gandit sa-mi puna cateva intrebari ca sa mai afle cate ceva despre mine. Ciudat, dar adevarat. So... m-am gandit sa va dezvalui si voua ce fel de intrebari mi-a pus si evident raspunsurile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q: Care este cel mai valoros lucru pe care il ai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: familia si prietenii.(sunt 2 dar nu pot alege)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ai vreun tic verbal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R:(ce intrebare:|) am mai multe.unele chiar enervante&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Q: In ce ai vrea sa te rencarnezi, daca acest lucru ar fi posibil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: hmm..nu m-am gandit la posibilitatea asta:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q Cu ce ocazie minti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: aa what?!:| nu pot sa-ti spun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Ce iti place sa faci in timpul liber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: depinde. de obicei incerc sa ies (oriunde se poate). daca raman in casa ascult muzica, putin net, iar seara citesc.(da da,  suna dorky)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ce detesti la altii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: minciuna si prefacatoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ce te caracterizeaza cel mai bine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: focul:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Care este motto-ul tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: nu am unul. ce am in cap aia fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Ce ti se pare a fi culmea durerii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R:( what!?:|) nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Ce nu ai si ti-ai dori sa ai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;R: permis de conducere:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well. thanks friend!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SX2otOfXkSI/AAAAAAAAACo/aomDXs1wxlE/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SX2otOfXkSI/AAAAAAAAACo/aomDXs1wxlE/s320/smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295574231794815266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-6588863768150855084?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6588863768150855084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-de-curiozitati.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6588863768150855084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6588863768150855084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-de-curiozitati.html' title='Test de &quot;curiozitati&quot;'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SX2otOfXkSI/AAAAAAAAACo/aomDXs1wxlE/s72-c/smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-3675087799194462984</id><published>2009-01-10T15:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:02:54.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E bun si internetul pentru creier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am citit de curand in revista Psychologies un mini-articol legat de internet care suna cam asa :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Motoarele de cautare ne pun in functiune mecanismele psihice intr-un mod mult mai dinamic decat cititul!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Gary Small la University of California a facut un studiu pe adulti cu varste intre 55 si 76 de ani, testand activitatea creierului in timpul folosirii motoarelor de cautare online. Cei 24 de subiecti au fost impartiti in doua grupuri: unul format din persoane obisnuite cu folosirea calculatorului, celalalt din persoane neexperimentate. Subiectilor li s-a cerut sa caute informatii privind diverse teme, iar in timpul efectuarii sarcinii li s-a masurat nivelul de activitate cerebrala cu ajutorul unui aparat MRI. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-au observat diferente semnificative intre subiectii cu experienta in utilizarea motoarelor de cautare si cei neexperimentati. Un nivel mai inalt de activitate s-a inregistrat in emisfera dreapta, responsabila de operatiile cognitive complexe si de luarea deciziilor.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;''O activitate simpla de cautare pe internet ne activeaza creierele si le protejeaza intr-un anume fel'', sustine dr. Small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nu stiu cat de adevarat este, dar eu tot la ideea mea raman : Internetul prosteste destul de mult! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a nice day:) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289665177376408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SWiqc_ZGQ7I/AAAAAAAAACI/qjLFV90TusQ/s320/InternetExplorerIcon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-3675087799194462984?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/3675087799194462984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-bun-si-internetul-pentru-creier.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3675087799194462984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/3675087799194462984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-bun-si-internetul-pentru-creier.html' title='E bun si internetul pentru creier...'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SWiqc_ZGQ7I/AAAAAAAAACI/qjLFV90TusQ/s72-c/InternetExplorerIcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-807486163115215520</id><published>2009-01-04T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:32:07.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Canibalii mincinosi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O problema logica...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Se dau doua sate.Primul sat este populat de canibali mincinosi iar al doilea sat este populat de oameni buni si sinceri.Se stie deci ca oamenii buni spun adevarul tot timpul iar canibalii mint tot timpul.Te afli la intersectia dintre cele doua sate si te intalnesti cu un om din cele doua sate, dar nu sti din ce sat provine el.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ai dreptul sa-i pui o singura intrebare si sa afli directia incotro trebuie sa mergi ca sa nu ajungi in satul de canibali. "&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287446264517447266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SWDIXQ2HTmI/AAAAAAAAACA/R8jl-kl_c_4/s320/canibali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-807486163115215520?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/807486163115215520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/01/canibalii-mincinosi.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/807486163115215520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/807486163115215520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2009/01/canibalii-mincinosi.html' title='Canibalii mincinosi.'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SWDIXQ2HTmI/AAAAAAAAACA/R8jl-kl_c_4/s72-c/canibali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6643107790719113064</id><published>2008-12-24T15:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:42:18.151+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enervantele cozi:)</title><content type='html'>Cadouri, cumparaturi, magazine pline si.. COZI! Exista persoane care fac cumparaturile de Craciun pe ultima suta de metri. Sau nu au vrut sa le faca mai devreme. Mare greseala! Astazi toate magazinele au fost "bombardate" de clienti si au avut de suportat sirurile imense de oameni care vor sa plateasca ce au cumparat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din fericire astazi, nu a trebuit sa "vizitez" nici un magazin deoarece mama s-a ocupat de tot ce ne trebuia aseara:). Din pacate,una din prietenele mele bune a avut astazi norocul sa se duca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Maria^^ .: ma chinui cu cozile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: cozi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: cozi peste toooot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: mor daca mai stau la vreo coada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: si am fost si mai devreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: si ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria^^ .: cred c-am stat mai mult de o juma de h la un singur magazin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci, deocamdata nu vrem sa mai auzim de cozi, cumparaturi sau asteptat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SVI72r4JqTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qEmKzyeO0Zo/s1600-h/art_99646_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283351123536226610" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SVI72r4JqTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qEmKzyeO0Zo/s320/art_99646_1.jpg" 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/441271936853519920-6643107790719113064?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6643107790719113064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2008/12/enervantele-cozi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6643107790719113064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6643107790719113064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2008/12/enervantele-cozi.html' title='Enervantele cozi:)'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SVI72r4JqTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qEmKzyeO0Zo/s72-c/art_99646_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441271936853519920.post-6295356152696882852</id><published>2008-12-22T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:28:11.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All i want for Christmas... :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eheee.Iarna, sărbători, . Dar unde-i zapada:?!.De fiecare data cand te gandesti la iarna spui "zapada", "Craciun" s.a . Din pacate anul acesta ar putea fi "Craciun fara zapada": Parcă nu are nici un rost sa fie iarna daca nu ninge. Eh , pentru unii poate nu conteaza acest lucru pentru ca se pot duce la munte.Dar nu-i acelaşi lucru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oameni buni sa fim seriosi! Nu toti ne putem permite sa mergem la munte. Sau pur si simplu nu vrem sa plecam de acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Patinoarele sunt doar o mica "alinare" pana cand va apărea zapada mult aşteptată. Sa sperăm ca nu va mai dura mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vrem Zapada, Nu Noroi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SU97kJav6dI/AAAAAAAAABw/AtxZuIoHV7A/s1600-h/Imagine000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282576748862499282" style="WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SU97kJav6dI/AAAAAAAAABw/AtxZuIoHV7A/s320/Imagine000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441271936853519920-6295356152696882852?l=scrumfarasens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/feeds/6295356152696882852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6295356152696882852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441271936853519920/posts/default/6295356152696882852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scrumfarasens.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All i want for Christmas... :]'/><author><name>Crizzi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535818267914327597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/TPkCBGrlJaI/AAAAAAAAASw/6j9HUktmcGY/S220/harleeey%2B042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKGHDuUTNVI/SU97kJav6dI/AAAAAAAAABw/AtxZuIoHV7A/s72-c/Imagine000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
