<?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-404105249026789978</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:33:31.264-08:00</updated><category term='`'/><title type='text'>the sun will shine!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-1895514092457338152</id><published>2011-09-24T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:33:31.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu si-atat</title><content type='html'>Gata Mr. Big! Nu mai pot!  Eu nu mai pot sa neg! M-am saturat sa ma mint singura ca nu imi mai pasa, ca nu te mai iubesc, ca nu mie dor de tine.  M-am saturaaaat, pricepi?&lt;br /&gt; Daca ma intreaba acum cineva, ce vreau de la viata, un singur lucru stiu clar. Stiu ca vreau ca tu sa faci parte din ea. Vreau sa adorm cu capul pe pieptul tau si sa-ti ascult bataile inimiii, vreau sa te sarut inainte de culcare, sa ma trezesc dimineata sa pegatesc micul dejun si sa te trezesc cu un sarut si cu o cafea proaspata, vreau sa ma saruti inainte sa pleci o zi din viata mea. Vreau sa avem un loc al nostrum, un “cuibusor de nebunii” unde sa ne intalnim la sfarsitul zilei si sa bem un pahar de vin,  vreau sa fiu langa tine in fiecare moment al existenteii tale, fie el bun sau rau, vreau sa mergem la cumparaturi sis a iti gatesc in weekend, mai pe scurt, vreau sa fiu acolo, langa tine, mereu. Vreau sa-ti port numele candva.&lt;br /&gt; De ce? Pentru ca te iubesc, chiar daca a trecut atata timp, pentru ca simt cat u esti sufletul meu pereche, pentru ca stiu ca te pot face fericit. Si nu in ultimul rand , pentru ca am atata dragoste de oferit, sit u esti singurul om caru i-o pot da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Don’t denied it anymore, I know that you feel the same]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-1895514092457338152?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/1895514092457338152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-si-atat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1895514092457338152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1895514092457338152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/09/tu-si-atat.html' title='Tu si-atat'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-3130153193561275382</id><published>2011-07-18T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:01:42.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aiurea</title><content type='html'>vara, soare, mare, dragoste la prima vedere, rasarit in doi, cafea pe plaja,inimi rupte, dor de casa, sare, nisip , scoici, negri, bronz, parc de distractii, prieteni noi, chinezi, irlandezi, rusi, americani, regge, lacrimi, zamete, fericire, poze, pofta de viata, tequila, vodca cu aroma de guma de mestecat, donuts, fluturi in stomac, nopti pierdute, muzica buna, tigari scumpe , valuri mari...libertateeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i do love usa]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-3130153193561275382?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/3130153193561275382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/07/aiurea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/3130153193561275382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/3130153193561275382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/07/aiurea.html' title='aiurea'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-1048640788731607760</id><published>2011-06-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:36:03.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daca maine n`as mai fi</title><content type='html'>Obisnuiam sa spun ca "mie nu mi se poate intampla". Obisnuiam sa visez si sa`mi planific viata pentru urmatorii 10 ani. Obisnuiam sa pierd zile intregi doar lenevind. Acum, cand nu mai stiu daca peste 3 luni voi mai fi aici sau nu, incep sa am regrete. Incep sa regret ca nu m-am bucurat de fiecare zi care a trecut, ca nu am spus ce ar fi trebuit sa spun la momentul potrivit sau ca am spus ce nu ar fi trebuit sa spun niciodata, ca am facut rau prin faptele mele oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca nu ma avut curajul sa fac ce mi-am dorit de multe ori, ca nu mi-am cerut iertare de fiecare data cand am gresit. Acum as vrea sa pot da timpul inapoi, as vrea sa pot face tot ce n`am facut in 20 de ani. &lt;br /&gt;Si daca maine nu o sa mai fiu aici, as vrea ca oamenii pe care ii iubesc sa stie ca am plecat purtandu`i in suflet, chiar daca unora nu le`am spus-o niciodata. As vrea ca cei care m`au cunoscut sa`si aminteasca de mine cu zambetul pe buze. As vrea ca cei carora le`am promis ca voi fi langa ei ori de cate ori vor avea nevoie de mine voi fi aici sa ma ierte, in cazul in care nu`mi voi putea tine promisiunea, dar de data asta nu mai depinde de mine. &lt;br /&gt;Multumesc celor care au ramas acolo, celor care mi`au fost si inca imi sunt alaturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parca ieri traiam sperante si vise, parca ieri aveam tot ce mi`am dorit..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-1048640788731607760?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/1048640788731607760/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/06/daca-maine-nas-mai-fi.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1048640788731607760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1048640788731607760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/06/daca-maine-nas-mai-fi.html' title='daca maine n`as mai fi'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-6081531638339880641</id><published>2011-03-20T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:37:15.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu,tu si restul lumii!</title><content type='html'>Cand vorbesc cu cineva despre tine mi se aseza pe fata un zambet tampit si ciudat. Si nu ma mai pot opri. Si toata lumea ma intreba ce ai tu asa special de sunt asa fermecata, Si se intreba cum dracu` am putut sa trec peste atatea sau cum am ramas la fel de indragostita ca atunci. De multe ori le spun ca nici eu nu stiu, chiar daca stiu foarte bine. Zambesc asa pentru ca in momentul in care iti pronunt numele, imi apare in mine zambetul ala de copil inocent ( chiar daca de inocent nu mai ai nici o geana:)) ), ochii aiai mari si albastri si felul tau de a fi ( un copil mare intre noi fie vorba ). Si imi dau seama ca nu as mai putea acum sa traiesc fara ele. Nu as mai putea sa traiesc fara tine si fara momentele noastre de nebunie. Si e ciudat stii?&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat cum cineva poate sa iti faca ziua mai buna de la 350 de km distanta. E ciudat cum te poate face cineva sa razi  cand iti spune "locotenent pitic". Si ce e mai ciudat, e ca doar tu poti face chestiile astea pisi.&lt;br /&gt;Si te mai intrebi de ce spune toata lumea ca nu suntem cu toate acasa:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-6081531638339880641?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/6081531638339880641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/03/eutu-si-restul-lumii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/6081531638339880641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/6081531638339880641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/03/eutu-si-restul-lumii.html' title='eu,tu si restul lumii!'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-705291000031606802</id><published>2011-01-12T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:01:11.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i`m not gonna leave you no more!</title><content type='html'>E pentru EL. EL, care de multi ani incoace e motivul pentru care ma trezesc dimineata, e singurul care poate sa ma linisteasca atunci cand sunt nervoasa din cauza unora, e cel care ma strange in brate si imi spune ca o sa fie bine, e cel care a vazut in mine mai mult decat au vazut altii, e cel care stie cand trebuie sa taca sau cand sa vorbeasca, e cel care ma primeste cu bratele deschise ori de cate ori ma intorc. E singurul om din lume care intelege ce nimeni altcineva nu ar putea sa inteleaga. E singurul care crede in mine si ma sustine chiar si atunci cand fac prostii, pentru ca el stie ca nu ma dau batuta usor. El, baiatul cu ochi albastri, imi incalzeste inima si acum exact ca in prima zi. El e cel care ma face sa vreau sa fiu cea mai buna in orice as face. El, cel care m`a invatat ca "Noi" nu exista doar in dictionar. El care m`a invatat sa iubesc si sa lupt pentru iubirea mea. El e, in fond, singurul care conteaza cu adevarat si singurul pentru care as fi in stare sa intorc lumea cu susul in jos. El, care e constient, ca oricine ar fi in viata mea sau a lui, nu o sa poate sa stearga sau sa schimbe vreodata ceea ce am construit noi. &lt;br /&gt;Te iubeeeeesc:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-705291000031606802?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/705291000031606802/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-gonna-leave-you-no-more.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/705291000031606802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/705291000031606802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-gonna-leave-you-no-more.html' title='i`m not gonna leave you no more!'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-1159549585276972006</id><published>2010-11-30T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:16:47.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Expresia care o folosesti prea des?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Duti dracu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Melodia preferata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentan, b.o.b - airplanes. Saptamana viitoare o sa fie alta. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Esti fericit/a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se poate si mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Melodiile care te pot face sa plangi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Marx - Right here waiting for you, Madalina Manole - Suflet gol, EL  Nino - Pentru ca meriti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Melodiile care iti ridica moralul cand lumea nu poate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebe - Ella, Destiny's child - Survivor, PCD - Happily never after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Poti spune ca ai iubit vreodata cu adevarat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, o data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Urasti pe cineva&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Daca ai putea, ai da timpul inapoi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. Dar nu as schimba nimic, as vrea doar sa retraiesc anumite momente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ai incredere in oameni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai am de ceva timmp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Esti printre norocosii care stiu ca cineva ii iubeste in momentul asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, din fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Crezi in dragoste la prima vedere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La prima nu, poate la a doua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ce parere ai despre iubirile tinute in secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...sunt palpitante si diferite de iubirele "normale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Te-ai trezit vreodata dimineata cu regrete legate de trecutul tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. De ce as avea? Oricum nu mai pot schimba nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Crezi in miracole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. Si asta pentru ca am avut parte de ceva miracole pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Exista lucruri pe care nu le-ai spus din frica sau rusine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. Dar asta a fost demult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ti-e dor de cineva, in momentul asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da...si as vrea sa nu`mi fie.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cum iti e mai bine, independent/a sau alaturi de cineva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depinde. Imi place sa fiu independenta, dar sunt momente in care am nevoie de cineva laga mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ai inselat/mintit/furat vreodata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and i`m not proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sexul,dragostea si "futaiul" - acelasi lucru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, din punctul meu de vedere cel putin. "Futaiul" = instinct pur animalic, sexul - placere fara implicare sentimentala, dragostea - all inclusive:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Cum te vezi peste 10 ani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai matura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Brunete sau blonde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pentru fete-baiatul care e intotdeauna la moda, fotbalistul, sau artistul? Pentru baieti-fata dupa care se intorc toti, cea care iti face ochi dulci doar tie, sau cea independenta care nu tine cont de parerea nimanui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...fotbalist no way. Baiatul intotdeauna la moda posibil. Artistul clar da. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Iti plac surprizele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Esti usor infulentabil/a? Iti schimbi parerea sau punctul de vedere in functie de ceilalti?&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Prietenii sau prietenul/a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am fost pusa niciodata sa aleg, thanks god. Dar nici nu vreau sa stiu cum e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Te consideri o persoana curajoasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partial&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Consideri ca poti sa o iei de la inceput oricand vrei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, clar da. Daca vreau, inseamna ca pot. Daca spun ca nu pot, inseamana ca nu vreau cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ce apreciezi cel mai mult la o persoana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceritatea, bunul simt si fidelitatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Merita oamenii o a doua sansa? Le-o oferi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unii da, altii nu. Ofer o a doua sansa si nu ma opresc doar la doua de obicei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Fotbal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-1159549585276972006?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/1159549585276972006/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/11/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1159549585276972006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1159549585276972006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/11/leapsa.html' title='leapsa.'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-496771314179886375</id><published>2010-09-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:30:39.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mie dor si doare...</title><content type='html'>mie dor de copilarie,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa adorm intre mama si tata,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa`mi chnuii piticul,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de balconul meu cu flori,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de diminetile cu parfum de cafea,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de liceu,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de tigara de dimineata, dinaintea primei ore,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de tarnib`ul din fiecare pauza si de partidele de remi din music pub, &lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa chiulesc la o ora de mate,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de patul meu,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de banca care pastreaza inca amprenta primului sarut,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de placintele cu branza ale bunici,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de party`urile dnb si ilovehip-hop din vox,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa ma tina timo de mana,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa stau cu ruxi in parc la sfm, &lt;br /&gt;mie dor de art si de iuli si de matei,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa ies la miezul noptii la o tigara in spatele blocuui cu criss,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa merg la valeni si sa dorm pana la doua fara sa ma streseze nimeni,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa adorm in bratele lui si sa ma trezeasca dimineata cu un sarut,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de o noapte nebuna,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa ma tina in brate ori de cate ori imi e greu,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor sa ma urc in masina si sa conduc pana nu mai stiu,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de 12F si de orele de muzica cu dobos,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de tot ce inseamna acasa,&lt;br /&gt;mie dor de mine.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-496771314179886375?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/496771314179886375/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/09/mie-dor-si-doare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/496771314179886375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/496771314179886375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/09/mie-dor-si-doare.html' title='mie dor si doare...'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-1637244303876285722</id><published>2010-07-05T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:12:43.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stai langa mine mama, si spune`mi ce sa fac...</title><content type='html'>Am ajuns ieri acasa tarziu....si ea ma astepta. Mi`am dat seama ca e singura care ma asteapta oricat as intarzia, ea stie ca oriunde as pleca ma intorc. Ea stie ca "puiul ei" a crecut mare dar nu poate sa accepte asta. Stie ca aripile ei nu il mai pot proteja de raul din jur, dar il asteapta de fiecare data, sa vada ca s`a intors bine. Ea e singura finta din lume care ar fi in stare sa lupte cu tot restul lumii pentru ca "puiului ei" sa`i fie bine, ea e singura care ar facea sacrificiul suprem daca vreodata copilul ei ar avea nevoie de asta. Ea e cea care te va tine in brate ca atunci cand erai copil, oricati ani ai avea. in ochii ei vei ramane pe viata tot puiul cel mai mic, cel care va avea nevoie mereu de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama mea e cea mai buna si onesta fiinta pe care o cunosc. O leoiaca in aadevaratul sens al cuvantului, cand e vorba sa`si apere pui. E cea care ma asculta cu rabdare de fiecare data, e cea care inca ma mangai si ma pupa pe frunte inainte de culcare si doar bratele ei ma pot linisti cu adevarat. E singurul om din lume caruia nu i`as putea reprosa nimic nicidata, dimpotriva nu am zile sa`i multumesc pentru tot ce mi`a dat, pentru fiecare zambet, pentru fiecare minut petrecut langa ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc mama pentru ca existi, pentru ca imi ierti toate prostiile, pentru ca ma sprijin mereu, pentru ca m`ai ridicat de fiecare data cand am cazut....TE IUBESC, MAMA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Si voi, care ati uitat ca exista cineva care va poate oferi sprijin si dargoste, fara sa ceara nimic in schimb, amintiti`va de ea...e singura careia ii pasa cu adevarat!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-1637244303876285722?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/1637244303876285722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/07/stai-langa-mine-mama-si-spunemi-ce-sa.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1637244303876285722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/1637244303876285722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/07/stai-langa-mine-mama-si-spunemi-ce-sa.html' title='stai langa mine mama, si spune`mi ce sa fac...'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-7720768121775569167</id><published>2010-06-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:26:27.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ani de liceu...</title><content type='html'>da stiu, titlu cliseu. post`ul asta nu e pentru anii petrecuti in colegiul national "petru rares", post`ul asta e pentru oamnii care mi`au facut zilele mai frumoase. e pentru cei cu care patru ani am impartit bune si rele, cei care mi`au fost o alta familie timp de patru ani. e pentru fata super desteapta(I), pentru baiatul stilat(S), pentru prietena cea mai buna(T), pentru fata draguta cu toata lumea, pentru confidenta de langa mine, pentru baiatul darnic din spate, pentru baiatul cu care puteam sa joc tarnib oricand, pentru fata timida, pentru stilata clasei, pentru cea care facea opozitie de dragul opozitiei, pentru cea cu multi prieteni, pentru fata silitoare, pentru fetele timide din prima banca, pentru colegul meu cel mai vechi, pentru cel care mi`a spus "la multi ani!" o luna intreaga in fiecare zi, pentru baiatul mereu pus pe glume, pentru fata care a stiut sa ma inteleaga cand altii nu intelegeau, pentru piticul porno si nu in ultimul rand , pentru piciul meu sexos. pentru ca ei toti vor ramane in sala 12, pentru ca zilele cu ei imi vor lipsi mereu. va iubesc....pe absolut toti:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"iar de ne`om aminti vreodata de`acestia ani ce au trecut, sa ne`amintim c`am fost odata a 12F candva demult....:x"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-7720768121775569167?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/7720768121775569167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/06/ani-de-liceu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/7720768121775569167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/7720768121775569167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/06/ani-de-liceu.html' title='ani de liceu...'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-6820845660025430201</id><published>2010-05-31T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:32:29.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sufletul meu nu e singur:x</title><content type='html'>Nu, sufletul meu nu e singur. Si post`ul asta e pentru ei, pentru cei care imi fac zilele mai frumoase, pentru cei care nu pleca cande greu, e pentru cei care ma fac sa zambesc. Post`ul asta e pentru cei cu care plang,cu car rad, care ma tin in brate, pentru cei cu care invat, cu care beau, cu care dansez o noapte sau doua sau trei. Pentru cei care imi suporta toanele, pentru cei cu care impart tot, in fiecre zi.&lt;br /&gt;Si va multumesc, va multumesc ca existati in viata mea si ca o faceti mai frumoasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1c693262ebe68010" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c693262ebe68010%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331163517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D517668EBBCD3DB86B44D1E2A7A66A2DE77F0EE5D.5AFAC3E64F5DE4C09BE1F01816C7DCB279A1D47D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c693262ebe68010%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYdHxpHFce3OI0PyU5ggTXmWfWm8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1c693262ebe68010%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331163517%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D517668EBBCD3DB86B44D1E2A7A66A2DE77F0EE5D.5AFAC3E64F5DE4C09BE1F01816C7DCB279A1D47D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1c693262ebe68010%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYdHxpHFce3OI0PyU5ggTXmWfWm8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-6820845660025430201?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/6820845660025430201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/05/sufletul-meu-nu-e-singurx.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/6820845660025430201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/6820845660025430201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/05/sufletul-meu-nu-e-singurx.html' title='sufletul meu nu e singur:x'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-359203978445786638</id><published>2010-05-02T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:13:03.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ca intre prieteni...</title><content type='html'>"Nu, tradarea adevarata e cea intre prieteni, intre cei pe care ii iubesti. Ar trebui ca prietenia si dragoste sa ii faca pe oameni sa se poarte mai frumos nu? &lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine nu a fost asa.Increderea duce la tradare.Asta am vazut, asta am invatat atunci. Asta e poveste mea pana acum." (Iubire etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da,asta e si povestea mea pana acum...si citatul de mai sus e cea mai buna descriere, mai buna decat as fi exprima eu ce simt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-359203978445786638?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/359203978445786638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/05/ca-intre-prieteni.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/359203978445786638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/359203978445786638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/05/ca-intre-prieteni.html' title='ca intre prieteni...'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-8329766590660439192</id><published>2010-03-22T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:47:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i`m back!</title><content type='html'>yep i`m back! practic am fost tot aici, teoretic am lipsit o perioada si o fiinta ciudata, care seamana cu mine la perfectie mi`a luat locul. si nu si`a dat nimeni seama, cu totii ati crezut ca ea e eu. dar nu, eu acum m`am intors, si sunt aceiasi pe care ati cunoscut`o cu totii. sunt fata cu zambetul pe buze care crede in ea si cei din jurul ei, sunt "intai nascuta" lui tata si fata puternica a mamei, sunt sora mai mare si prietena piticului meu,sunt prietena cea mai buna a "blondului meu", sunt fata care o tine pe timo de mana si ii spune ca o iubeste, sunt fata care e acolo sa te tina in barte si sa iti stearga lacrimile, sunt fata care rade cu gura pana la urechi chiar si de ea, sunt fata care o sa iasa cu tine dimineata sau seara, ziua sau noaptea, daca asta te face fericit. da...sabina s`a intors si va iubesste, pe fiecare dintre voi!&gt;:D&lt;:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-8329766590660439192?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/8329766590660439192/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/8329766590660439192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/8329766590660439192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='i`m back!'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-973444962139851209</id><published>2010-03-11T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T04:42:11.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vino sa visam sub apa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S5lRzD17xHI/AAAAAAAAACM/trbotfjMkco/s1600-h/990240Vama.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S5lRzD17xHI/AAAAAAAAACM/trbotfjMkco/s320/990240Vama.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447475161928025202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau in vama..."trebuie sa ajung pe`o terasa la mare"...vrea sa imi bag picioarele in tot si sa ma mut in cort, la mare. vreau sa iau primul tren si sa ma opresc pe plaja. vreau sa strig cat pot de tare "libertate frate, poate facultate, si viata de noapte!" . vreau sa stau pe plaja si sa lenevesc la soare, vreau sa ma plimb pe tarm, vreau sa simt marea, si valurile, si spuma, si sarea. vreau sa fiu beata si sa nu`mi pese de nimic, vreau sa ma tii in brate si sa facem dragoste noapte, in apa, cand plaja e pustie. vreau sa tremur de frig la rasarit, cu o tigara in mana si cu berea in cealalta. vreau sa imi cante cineva la chiara "vama veche". vreau sa fim impreunan, "undeva in vama" asa cum am visat de atatea ori. vreau sa ma intorc dupa o luna, sau doua sau trei, "cu marea`n suflet si cu scoica mea". vreau sa faca tot ceea ce vreau fara sa ma gandesc de doua ori. vreau sa risc, sa iubesc, sa simt ca prin vene imi curge libertate. vreau sa uit de tot si toate si sa devin "omul plajei". &lt;br /&gt;"acuma stiu ca marea ma asteapta, nisipul ma va mangaia si el, si`o scoica o sa ma zgarie in mana dreapta, algele o sa ma gadile nitel"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-973444962139851209?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/973444962139851209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/03/hai-in-vama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/973444962139851209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/973444962139851209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/03/hai-in-vama.html' title='vino sa visam sub apa!'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S5lRzD17xHI/AAAAAAAAACM/trbotfjMkco/s72-c/990240Vama.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-4660884221527511767</id><published>2010-02-16T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:02:53.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fericire in rate...</title><content type='html'>Era vineri seara si ea iesise ca de obicei. Era in satia de autobuz si se gandea la el, la serile lor de vineri, la intalnirile lor clandestine din fiecare saptamana, mereu in acelasi loc, de parac alt loc le`ar fi spulberat secretul pe care il pastrau cu sfintenie. S`a urcat in autobuz cu gandul la el, ii era dor sa fie langa ea. Nu era foarte tarziu, dar observa ca in autobuz nu era aproape nimeni. "Pana si autobuzul e singur" sa gandi in timp ce numara fulgii care cadeau. Ii  scrisese deja numele pe geam si isi simti ochii umezi. Nu avea nici un chef sa isi puna iar masca fericita si sa minta pe toata lumea ca ii este bine si fara el cand de fapt, tot ce isi dorea mai mult era sa fie iar langa ea. Cobora din autobuz cu cateva statii inaintea cele in care trebuia sa ajunga de fapt. Vroia sa se elibereze macar pentru cateva momente de tot ceea ce simtea, de tot dorul  si de toata iubirea pentru el. Merge agale, chiar daca stia ca o sa intarzie si fetele o sa se supere si o sa trebuiasca sa dea explicatii. De sus cadeau fulgi mari si reci care se i se asezau pe fata si pe parul abia aranjat. Stia ca o sa se ude si o sa se strice dar nu`i pasa, de parca nu era ea cea care punea mereu imaginea inainte de toate. Deodata auzi soneria telefonului si tresari "Probabil sunt fetele…" se gandi si il lasa sa sune crezand ca o sa se opreasca, dar crezuse gresit. Nu reusea sa ignore soneria enervanta si se hotar sa`l inchida, dar observa ca de fapt nu fetele sunau ci…el.&lt;br /&gt;"- Ce vrei? il intreba, incercand sa`si ascunda emotia din glas.&lt;br /&gt;- Vroiam sa vad ce faci…as vrea sa vorbesc ceva cu tine…&lt;br /&gt;- Nu am timp acuma , ii raspunse desi inima ei zburase deja langa el.&lt;br /&gt;- Te rog!Promit ca nu dureaza…&lt;br /&gt;- Ne intalnim la locul nostru in 5 minute. Ai jumatate de ora sa pui tot ce ai de spus." &lt;br /&gt;Si a inchis. Le`a sunat pe fete din taxi si le`a zis ca ajunge mai tarziu. Apoi a scos oglinda din poseta si si`a retusat machiajul. Nu vroia sa vada ca a plans, pentru ca o cunostea prea bine si si`ar fi dat seama. Trebuia sa fie puternica si sigura pe ea macar in fata lui. L`a vazut de la distanta. Era nins tot si tremura de frig in fata blocului. Brusc i se facu mila de el…parea copilul dulce de altadata care o astepta mereu sa vina chiar daca asta insemna sa indure ploaie, frig, caldura sau ceata. Plati, si cobora din taxi. Tremura, la fel cum a tremurat la prima lor intalnire. &lt;br /&gt;" – Buna! i`a spus el zambitor. Ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;- Bine, trebuia sa ma inatalnesc cu fetele. Ce s`a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ma invitsi la o cafea? E cam frig sa stam aici sa vorbim…&lt;br /&gt;- Ok. Hai sus."&lt;br /&gt;A urcat inaintea lui, nesigura dar fericita ca il vede. Ajunsa in fata usii, cautatnd cheile il simti in spatele ei si inima incepu sa`i bata mai cu putere decat pana atunci. Deschise usa si intrara. Il invita in bucatarie, si se apuca sa pregateasca cafeaua.&lt;br /&gt;"- Glumeama can am zis ca vreu cafea… ii spuse el. Vreau doar sa vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;- Te ascult atunci…&lt;br /&gt;- Stii,m`am gandit mult la tine zilele astea…si vreau sa stii ceva…&lt;br /&gt;- Nu incepe din nou. Stii bine ca…&lt;br /&gt;- Lasa`ma sa termin te rog…vreau sa stii ca in tot timpul asta mi`am data seama ca nu pot fara tine, si stiu ca e tarziu dar…am nevoie de tine…&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru ce ai nevoie de mine? Il intreba revoltata. Ca sa fie cineva acolo indiferent ce faci? Ca sa fie cineva acolo sa te primeasca cand te intorci din bratele alteia?  &lt;br /&gt;- Nu, nu de asta am nevoie de tine. Am nevoie de tine pentru ca te…."&lt;br /&gt;Ii puse mana la gura. Nu vroia sa il lase sa termine, pentru ca stia ca nu o sa poata trece peste, stia ca il iubeste prea mult ca sa il poata refuza. S`au privit in ochi si el s`a ridicat si si`a apropiat fata de a ei. Ii simtea respiratie aproape, il simtea atat de aproape si totusi avea inima stransa…ii era frica de ceea ce simte, ii era frica sa cada din nou. A strans`o in brate si si`a lipit buzele de ale ei. Tremura. Deci si lui ii era frica, si el o iubea inca…simtea asta…dar ii era frica sa o auda din gura lui. I`a luat capul in maini, s`a uitat in ochii ei si a sarutat`o din nou, dar de data asta, cu sete ca si cum ar fi fost un elixir pe care trebuia sa`l soarba dintr`o inghititura. Si ea, i`a raspuns exact la fel. Au inchis intr`un sarut tot ceea ce ar fi vrut sa`si spuna. A deschis ochii s`a uitat in ochii ei iar ea a dat din cap in semn afirmativ. Inca se intelegeau din priviri, stiau amandoi ca ceea ce simt e mai puternic decat ei. A luat`o in brate si a dus`o in dormitor. Au facut dragoste cu aceleasi emotii ca prima data, cu aceiasi dorinta ca prima data, fara sa spuna nimic, fara sa cera nimic unul de la celalalt. Mangaierile si privirile au spus mai mult decat ar fi putut spune mii de cuvinte. La final a strans`o in brate…&lt;br /&gt;" – Nu te mai las sa pleci! i`a spus el zambind.&lt;br /&gt; - Shhh… prea traziu pentru noi. Sau poate prea devreme. Lasa timpul sa treaca. Tu ai pe altcineva…eu o sa am pe altcineva…noi ne iubim asa cum probabil nu o sa mai iubim nicioadata pe nimeni altcineva…&lt;br /&gt;- Si atunci? &lt;br /&gt;- De acum ne inatlnim asa. In fiecare saptamana. Exact ca altadata. Stii bine ca lumea distruge tot ceea ce e frumos si oricum ei nu inteleg. E mai bine sa ne hranim acum cu…o  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fericire in rate&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-4660884221527511767?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/4660884221527511767/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/fericire-in-rate.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/4660884221527511767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/4660884221527511767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/fericire-in-rate.html' title='fericire in rate...'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-479922555754233942</id><published>2010-02-11T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:27:23.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>singura care conteaza:x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S3Rvt3lqBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/IaHRgwhu1RA/s1600-h/HPIM1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S3Rvt3lqBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/IaHRgwhu1RA/s320/HPIM1255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437093483949720626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca mi`ai fost alaturi in zile bune si nopti grele, pentru ca nimic nu se compara cu o duminica cu tine lenevind in fata televizorului, pentru ca imi suporti toanele, isteriile, crizele de ras sau de plans, pentru cand am tii in brate atunci cand mie dor de unii sau de altii, pentru ca razi de mine cand am alcool la bord, pentru ca avem aceiasi marime la haine, pentru ca ne facem de cap cand mama si tata sunt plecati, pentru ca radem una de alta cu lacrimi, pentru ca facem cele mai mari prostii impreuna, pentru ca te iubesc plod nemernic:x&lt;br /&gt;si voi stiti ceva?&lt;br /&gt;"atata timp cat sange din sangele ei va curge`n venele mele, orice durere numai ea va sti s`o spele!:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-479922555754233942?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/479922555754233942/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/singura-care-conteazax.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/479922555754233942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/479922555754233942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/singura-care-conteazax.html' title='singura care conteaza:x'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S3Rvt3lqBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/IaHRgwhu1RA/s72-c/HPIM1255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-67142503771122606</id><published>2010-02-09T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:36:10.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>azi!</title><content type='html'>azi vreau sa uit ca am 19 ani si bacul e la cateva luni distanta.azi vreau sa uit ca te iubesc.azi vreau sa uit de tine, de mine, de noi.azi vreau sa uit de tot. &lt;br /&gt;azi vreau sa fiu din nou fetita cu rochita rosie cu buline albe.azi vreau sa fiu iar copil.azi vreau sa ma uit la desene animate ca atunci cand eram mica si sa mananc vata de zahar si acadele care imi fac limba albastra. azi vreau sa ascult muzica pana ma umplu de energie. azi vreau sa o aduca inapoi pe cealalta sabina...pe sabina, de dinainte de al cunoaste pe el. azi vreau sa cred in povesti cu zane si printi pe cai albi.de azi vreau sa simt cu fericirea cu fiecare por!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-67142503771122606?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/67142503771122606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/azi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/67142503771122606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/67142503771122606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/azi.html' title='azi!'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-2401055432600607284</id><published>2010-02-05T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T15:24:19.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>du`te draq!</title><content type='html'>o melodie spunea cam asa "tu, o sa te duci draq'/ tu bei, tu tragi, tu bagi, tu nu le lasi/tu vii, tu pleci, te`ntorci/tu nu spui nu, tu ...". Eu nu bag, eu nu trag...eu beau, uneori prea mult:)) asa ca acuma de exemplu. M-a luat ameteala, si la draq, mie dor de tine...iar. Dar nu stii, n-ai de unde pentru ca e iarna si pasarelele nu vorbesc, esti tu nebun, probabil de la prea mult fum:))&lt;br /&gt;sunt beata, dar inca nimeresc tastele (probabil mi-a intrat in reflex) si inca ma gandesc la tine prostule! da, esti un prost si`un nemernic si`un nenorocit dar...sau mai bine lasa...du`te draq!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-2401055432600607284?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/2401055432600607284/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-dracu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/2401055432600607284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/2401055432600607284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-dracu.html' title='du`te draq!'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-957340542622136407</id><published>2010-02-03T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:14:58.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever feel....?</title><content type='html'>ai simtit vreodata ca lumea ta e goala fara el? ca nimic nu mai are sens daca nu e langa tine? ca fericirea ta depinde de buzele lui? ca nu poti respira decat daca te tine in brate? ca ii simti mangaierea pe piele chiar daca tocmai ai iesit de sub dus? ca buzele tale refuza sa sarute alte buze decat ale lui? ca mana ta se potriveste perfect doar cu mana lui? ca alte brate ti se par rigide si reci? &lt;br /&gt;ai simtit vreodata un dor nebun de felul in care te privea cand faceai cele mai simple lucruri? ti`a fost vreodata dor de defectele lui? ai simtit vreodata ca nici macar filmul tau preferat nu mai are acelasi farmec daca el nu e langa tine, chiar daca odata te enerva cu comentarii rautacioase la scenele lacrimogene? si la dracu, ai simtit vreoadata ca odata cu el ti`a luat aerul si tot cheful de viata?&lt;br /&gt;se spune ca timpul le rezolva pe toate...dar sunt totusi rani care raman deschise...si pentru care exista un singur tratament...se numeste "fericire"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-957340542622136407?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/957340542622136407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/957340542622136407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/957340542622136407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-feel.html' title='have you ever feel....?'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-404105249026789978.post-7888346856737173042</id><published>2010-02-02T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:02:42.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine...</title><content type='html'>"good morning, sunshine!"...tu imi spuneai ca sunt raza ta de soare...si a ramas asa...doar ca nu mai sunt a ta...acum incalzesc alte inimi, sterg alte lacrimi, imbartisez alte brate, sarut alte buze...daca ai sa te intorci vreodata ai sa ma gasesti printre ei...printre cei au nevoie de caldura mea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/404105249026789978-7888346856737173042?l=sabynasiatat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/feeds/7888346856737173042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunshine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/7888346856737173042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/404105249026789978/posts/default/7888346856737173042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabynasiatat.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunshine.html' title='sunshine...'/><author><name>sunshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04876749843417298031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ek1ZikrWfg0/S1Dm_UK8l2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LDkyGz3ZyQg/S220/HPIM1394.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
