tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78150995665549743322011-09-11T13:02:14.181-07:00"Aminteste-ti ca este doar intunericul noptii prin care putem vedea stelele..."Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-32681984629297725472010-08-06T12:02:00.000-07:002010-08-06T12:14:36.770-07:00<p>Te ia din salon cu targa,te transporta spre sala de operatie. Iesi din salon si iei microbii de pe sectie,te duce cu liftul de unde iei microbii lui 'nea Gheorghe ,care nu s-a ,mai spalat de ceva vreme. Iesi din lift intri pe holul care duce spre salile de operatie...Aici brancardierul intalneste cu nustiu ce cunostinta care nu a mai vazut-o de ani buni...Stau la un pahar de vorba,ai luat alte bacterii .Ok. Intram in sala de operatie,te ridica de pe targa ,tu imbracata in hainele cu care ai dormit si mers cu liftul cu 'nea Gheorghe ,unde se mai adauga si cunostinta cu care nu mai vorbise de mult. Acum te aseaza pe masa de operatie ,asteptand sa se dezinfecteze doctorul,care la randul lui a ,mers si el cu 'nea Gheo,procedeu care dureaza aproximativ treizeci de minute.In acest timp tu ai stat cu hainele tale pe masa de operatie...Dupa asta,iti spune:</p><p>"Da tricoul jos "</p><p>Dai tu tricoul jos dar iti raman pantalonii...alti microbi si acolo.Arunca tricoul intr-un cosulet unde este lipit un afis : "Lenjerie bolnavi". Incepe operatia .</p><p>Asta da camp steril... Doar in Romania te intalnesti cu groaza asta.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-3268198462929772547?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-84792301022713130912010-07-27T11:22:00.000-07:002010-07-29T10:47:51.115-07:00<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Pluteste ceva in atmosfera sau imi e mie prea somn?<br />Abia acum incep sa isi spuna cuvantul orelele alea putine de somn?<br />Aiurea daca e asa...:| Stare de nimic...<br />"Eu nu tin cont c'afara ploua, ca'i zapada sau roua<br />Mie nu'mi strica vremea starile cum vi se intampla voua."<br />Si totusi...<br /></strong></span><p><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Imi e somn..</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><br /></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Somn.Intristare.Viata.<br /></strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-8479230102271313091?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-54750617958372709442010-07-24T15:26:00.000-07:002010-07-24T16:02:39.327-07:00<p>This Summer, twenty six boys two girls :)))</p><ul><li>"Sase,Sase"</li></ul><p>      "Care sase ma ca sunt doar trei"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Asta e mai rau ca Garcea" </li></ul><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Care esti ma acolo?"</li></ul><p>       "Nimeni,noi gainile dormim"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Va declar sot si sotie.Poti saruta mireasa.Care dintre voi vrea sa fie mireasa?"</li></ul><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Cand imi iau masina,mergem numai cu 90 km/h"</li></ul><p>         "Las-o dracu mai usor ca ne rasturnam"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Dude"</li></ul><p>       "Da,castan?"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"O sa-mi iau doi catei si le pun numele Dud si Castan"</li></ul><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Cum sa te excite ma o alunita?Si pe mine ma excita nasturii si sireturile de la adidasi"</li></ul><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Nu mai beau.Zau daca mai beau.Ce zi e azi?"</li></ul><p>            "Miercuri."</p><p>          "Sa mor daca mai beau pana...vineri"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Pula"</li></ul><p>       "Va jucati fazan?"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Falanga"</li></ul><p>        "Aa..asta e aia de se pune la vaci"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Cu ce ati venit?"</li></ul><p>          "Cu metrou"</p><p>        "Unde va lasa?La intrare in sat?"<br /></p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Taci mai incet"</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>"E lat in spate ca biscuitele-n dunga"</li></ul><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Nu mai gasesti baiat ca mine"</li></ul><p>        "Adevarat.Dar nici nu-mi doresc"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Futu-ti viteaua ma'tii"</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>"Ala a futut doua femei la viata lui:curva aia si ma'sa"</li></ul><p></p><ul><li>"Daca va chinuiti putin,puteti sa faceti pozitia 69"</li></ul><p>       "Da pe aia 68 o stii?"</p><p>        "Nu"</p><p>         "Faci tu mie si eu raman datoare"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Trebuie sa dorm normal ca ma doare gatu de la pozitia asta"</li></ul><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Esti plusofil.Te-ai culcat cu un dragon de plus"</li></ul><p>        "Mai bine dragofil"</p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"Am auzit ca daca iti faci laba ai par in palma"</li></ul><p>         "Nu e adevarat ma ca eu n-am"<br /></p><p><br /></p><ul><li>"0721Nikita</li></ul><p>            0735Bazatu</p><p>            0763Eugen"</p><p><br /></p><p>Perle din vacanta:))</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-5475061795837270944?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-52879917097102269902010-07-04T12:54:00.001-07:002010-07-04T13:10:07.361-07:00Wherever you go<br />Whatever you do<br /><p>I will be right here waiting for you<br /></p><p>Cat de mult pot sa doara niste cuvinte aruncate pur si simplu in vant. Ceva gen nu ai insemnat nimic pentru mine ... Si tu inca speri,vrei sa fie totul bine..Dar nu o sa fie . De ce trebuie sa suferim atat?De ce...?Prea multe intrebari..Si fara raspuns la majoritatea. Sau este un raspuns. "Asa trebuie sa fie" Pur si simplu asta e soarta. </p><p>Pentru ca asa incepe totul.</p><p>Speranta.Vise.Dezamagire.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-5287991709710226990?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-86765452457405822592010-06-30T15:27:00.001-07:002010-06-30T15:38:41.754-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQAdh2CHRi4/TCvHL5HjKRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qx7874_x_9g/s1600/rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQAdh2CHRi4/TCvHL5HjKRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Qx7874_x_9g/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488699578006055186" /></a><br /><p>Cred ca asta e cea mai linistitoare senzatie care mi-o ofera natura...Cand te gandesti unde se duc atatea picaturi ? Cum poate absoarbe pamantul infinite picaturi de ploaie...? Si totusi poate . De unde vin ele? Si cu ce scop? La ce ne ajuta ele... ? Cand vezi o picatura pe o frunza,cand o vezi cazand si cum trezeste natura la viata...Cand auzi sunetul ei lin,care te face sa tresari...Cand vezi melcii cum ies imediat dupa ploaie..Cum vezi curcubeul...Care apare pentru cateva secunde,curcubeul cu comoara de la capatul sau ... E minunat totul...As putea sta o viata intreaga privind ploaia... </p><p>Ploaie.Curcubeu.Viata. <br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-8676545245740582259?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-82882595182067606452010-06-17T01:59:00.000-07:002010-06-17T02:00:11.373-07:00Razbunarea femeilor….<br /><br />….. pentru toate bancurile misogine.<br /><br />Care-i asemanarea dintre un barbat si un soarece?<br />Amandoi trag la gaura<br /><br />Ce este un sot?<br />Un amant care si-a fortat prea mult norocul.<br /><br />Care este asemanarea dintre un barbat si o telecomanda?<br />Ambii sunt simpli, usor de folosit si de obicei ii gasesti pe langa televizor.<br /><br />De ce ce sunt barbatii ca zapada?<br />Nu stii cand vin(e), nu stii cati centimetri va avea, si nu stii nici cat va dura…<br /><br />Ce isi zice mireasa dupa noaptea nuntii?<br />Doamne-ajuta ca nu am aruncat inca vibratorul…<br /><br />De ce sunt barbatii ca si cabinele telefonice?<br />Ori sunt “ocupate” ori e “telefonul” defect…<br /><br />Cum se numeste un barbat aratos, inteligent, atent si sensibil?<br />Basm…<br /><br />De ce sunt barbatii ca ceapa?<br />Daca dai jos invelisul iti vine sa plangi…<br /><br />De ce poseda barbatii un cromozom mai putin decat porcul?<br />Ca sa nu li se spiraleze p..a<br /><br />De ce sunt barbatii imuni la boala vacilor nebune?<br />Pentru ca sunt porci…<br /><br />De ce exista barbati?<br />Pentru ca vibratoarele nu aduc bani in casa…<br /><br />Care e diferenta dinte barbati si “Pedigree”?<br />Pedigree exista si cu creier…<br /><br />Ce are o femeie cu doua oua in mana?<br />Atentia totala si nepartinita a barbatului…<br /><br />De ce barbatii sunt ca si betele de chibrit?<br />Daca ii aprinzi isi pierd capul…<br /><br />Ce are 6 picioare , un IQ de 100 si miroase a bere?<br />Trei barbati in fata televizorului la meciul de fotbal…<br /><br />Cum se numeste un barbat cu un IQ de 50?<br />Dotat…<br /><br />Ce i se intampla unui barbat daca i se taie p***?<br /><p>Automat capul preia comanda…<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Ahhh >:) Ce bine ma simt acum.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-8288259518206760645?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-45097156104236173052010-04-15T04:02:00.000-07:002010-04-15T04:03:41.422-07:00<strong>You're not alone</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Together we stand</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>When it gets cold</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>And it feels like the end</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's no place to go</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>You know I won't give in</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>No I won't give in</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Just stay strong</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's nothing you could say</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Nothing you could do</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's no other way when it comes to the truth</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>So keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>So far away</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>I wish you were here</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Before it's too late, this could all disappear</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Before the doors close</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>And it comes to an end</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>With you by my side I will fight and defend</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>I'll fight and defend</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Yeah, yeah</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Just stay strong</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's nothing you could say</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Nothing you could do</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's no other way when it comes to the truth</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>So keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Hear me when I say, when I say I believe</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>La da da da</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>La da da da</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>La da da da da da da da da</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Just stay strong</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's nothing you could say</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Nothing you could do</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's no other way when it comes to the truth</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>So keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's nothing you could say</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>Nothing you could do</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>There's no other way when it comes to the truth</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong>So keep holding on</strong><strong><br /></strong><p><strong>'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make ït through </strong><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Obsedata pe moment :| </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-4509715610423617305?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-12082600984436655092010-04-13T06:47:00.000-07:002010-04-13T06:58:51.647-07:00<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQAdh2CHRi4/S8R3K2aRZsI/AAAAAAAAABA/xhDXvlpu8R4/s1600/DSC01207.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQAdh2CHRi4/S8R3K2aRZsI/AAAAAAAAABA/xhDXvlpu8R4/s320/DSC01207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459619676567987906" /></a></p><p>Penrru ca tu stii despre ce e vorba:)) </p><p>Toata lumea are nevoie sa creada in ceva. Eu cred ca voi mai bea o bere...:-"</p><p>Sa nu razi :)) Si daca razi bravo tie. Iti multumesc ca esti alaturi de mine :X </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-1208260098443665509?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-30136685190264937122009-12-08T14:33:00.000-08:002009-12-08T14:47:30.256-08:00<p><strong>Am terminat in sfarsit si cu chimioterapia.Acum trebuie sa raman concentrata asupra recuperarii. Vreau sa multumesc tuturor celor care au fost langa mine,in special tie, Vale. Te iubesc si mereu o sa ramai verisoara aia mai mare cu un an (si acum majora;)) ) </strong><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong>Te-am iubit si cand eram mici si ne certam,te-am iubit si anul trecut cand am avut cea mai frumoasa vara dintotdeauna,te-am iubit si cand saream geamul :)) si cand era sa ne prida si cand am cazut eu in sant si tu ai ras de mine te-am iubit si acum 2 ani cand stateam pana noaptea tarziu si scriam in caietele de amintiri,te-am iubit si cand ne jucam cu papusile si cand am fost la ruine si de revelion 07-08 cand "vroiai sa te arunci in dunare" te-am iubit si atunci cand te-a facut ala fitoasa , te-am iubit si cand ni l-a furat Tolea pe Mitsu :(( te-am iubit si o sa te iubesc mereu :X pentru ca tu,adica cu ajutorul tau am avut cele mai frumoase veri . Te iubesc</strong><strong><br /></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-3013668519026493712?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815099566554974332.post-46077987292274502472009-09-22T13:31:00.000-07:002009-09-22T13:33:35.255-07:00Ma numesc Andreea. Eu sunt eu,stiu ca suna ciudat,dar nu mai e nimeni ca mine,si nici ca tine.Sunt un copil , si iubesc sa fiu asta. Am 17 ani maine poimaine. M-am nascut pe 24 noiembrie 1992 , mama mi-a spus ca era cam furtuna in momentul in care m-a adus pe lume, poate si din cauza asta am un temperament mai furtunos si oscilez mereu intre stari...Sunt foarte dificila asa ca nu te obosii sa ma "descifrezi" .<br /><br />Iubesc stelele si imi doresc foarte mult sa vizitez vestita inchisoare Alcatraz. Sunt pasionata de fotografie , am o viata simpla,uneori chiar monotona,dar pe langa asta stiu ce inseamna suferinta.Stiu foarte bine.<br /><br />Am facut acest blog fiindca m-am saturat sa traiesc tot timpul inchisa in mine .Imi iubesc prietenii,chiar daca am foarte putini.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815099566554974332-4607798729227450247?l=deseneazaviseledemaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreea.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05468743533638675669noreply@blogger.com0