<?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-4262131087439751069</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:21:14.581+03:00</updated><title type='text'>... si totdeauna e duminica seara</title><subtitle type='html'>Am stiut, dar n-a stiut-o si Grivei. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-4715447043188848285</id><published>2011-04-12T11:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:43:09.153+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If You Forget Me&lt;br /&gt;        Pablo Neruda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is: &lt;br /&gt;if I look &lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch &lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window, &lt;br /&gt;if I touch &lt;br /&gt;near the fire &lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash &lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log, &lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you, &lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists, &lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals, &lt;br /&gt;were little boats &lt;br /&gt;that sail &lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, &lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me &lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly &lt;br /&gt;you forget me &lt;br /&gt;do not look for me, &lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad, &lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners &lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life, &lt;br /&gt;and you decide &lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore &lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots, &lt;br /&gt;remember &lt;br /&gt;that on that day, &lt;br /&gt;at that hour, &lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms &lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off &lt;br /&gt;to seek another land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;br /&gt;if each day, &lt;br /&gt;each hour, &lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me &lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness, &lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower &lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me, &lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own, &lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated, &lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, &lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved, &lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms &lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-4715447043188848285?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/4715447043188848285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-3383478070113459644</id><published>2010-10-08T01:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:47:16.899+03:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-s ochii la mainile tale...</title><content type='html'>mi-e bine, adica mi-e jale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-e dor. nu stiam cum e sa te sfasii de dor, credeam ca stiu... acum stiu cum e sa vezi in fata ochilor o singura imagine, sa ai impresia unei perfectiuni pe care crezi ca nu o sa o mai gasesti niciodata, in nimeni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am saturat sa nu stiu. as vrea sa stiu ce se intampla, as vrea sa stiu ce faci, de ce razi, de ce te doare, cine te doare, daca te dor eu, daca te dor ele, sau numai ea. mai ales, as vrea sa stii cat ma dori tu, doar fiind, doar fiindca o clipa ai fost de nemasurat, la fel ca timpul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma gandesc de ce nu pot sa plang din cauza ta... poate pentru ca stiu, cumva, ca exista inca o legatura, ca e ceva acolo care nu ma lasa sa opresc totul, sa ma rup de niste timpi in care am vazut fericirea jucandu-se in jurul meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi-s umezi ochii, domnule...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-3383478070113459644?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/3383478070113459644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-s-ochii-la-mainile-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3383478070113459644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3383478070113459644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2010/10/mi-s-ochii-la-mainile-tale.html' title='mi-s ochii la mainile tale...'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-7264276270890409469</id><published>2010-06-01T02:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T02:55:24.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inca o data</title><content type='html'>Din intamplare azi am ajuns din nou pe blogul asta. Un comentariu spam m-a facut sa-mi aduc aminte de ce l-am creat si cum eram atunci...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A trecut aproape un an de cand nu am mai postat nimic, nici macar un banc sau ceva amuzant. A trecut aproape un an de cand am ajuns inapoi acasa, si blogul si-a pierdut ratiunea de a fi, un jurnal online al experientei mele Erasmus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum as mai incerca inca o data. Poate merge. Daca nu merge, voi incerca poate si a doua oara, peste inca un an, sau cine stie cand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana una alta... Cum reusim mereu sa ranim oamenii care ne iubesc? Dar mai ales, de ce nu putem iubi un om care ne iubeste atat de tare incat ne vede perfecti? De ce, cand tot ce ne dorim e sa fim iubiti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum, tu imi spui ca sunt perfecta, ca nu ar trebui sa ma schimb. Inainte, mi-ai aratat ca ma iubesti. Iar eu... Eu nu simt decat multumirea ca ma iubeste cineva, si nevoia sa iti spun ca eu fug, totusi, dupa altul. Altul care poate nici nu ma vede, care poate nu o sa ma vada vreodata... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepe sa nu mai fie duminica seara, deja se crapa de ziua, mai e un pic si se face luni... Pentru ca asa merge timpul, oricat am vrea sa-l oprim, sau sa-l intoarcem macar un pic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-7264276270890409469?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/7264276270890409469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2010/06/inca-o-data.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/7264276270890409469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/7264276270890409469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2010/06/inca-o-data.html' title='inca o data'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-7231729704280162225</id><published>2009-06-06T01:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:05:17.749+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:))</title><content type='html'>Sa nu ziceti ca inginerii n-au simtul umorului.&lt;br /&gt;Mai jos sunt niste probleme notate de piloti de la Qantas (compania aeriana australiana) si solutiile inginerilor de la service.&lt;br /&gt;(P=Problema semnalata de pilot, S=raspunsul inginerilor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Cauciucul principal de pe stanga aproape ca trebuie schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;S: Aproape schimbat cauciucul principal de pe stanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Zborul ok, doar "aterizarea automata" cam dura.&lt;br /&gt;S: "Aterizarea automata" nu este instalata pe acest avion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Joaca ceva la bord.&lt;br /&gt;S: Strans ceva la bord.&lt;br /&gt;: Gaze moarte pe parbriz.&lt;br /&gt;S: Comandat gaze vii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Semn de o scurgere la echipament aterizare dreapta.&lt;br /&gt;S: Semn inlaturat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Franele de frecare blocheaza valvele de viteza.&lt;br /&gt;S: Asta le este scopul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Sistemul IFF inoperabil.&lt;br /&gt;S: Sistemul IFF intotdeauna inoperabil daca este OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Suspectez crapatura in parbriz.&lt;br /&gt;S: Suspectez ca ai dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;P: Motor 3 lipsa.&lt;br /&gt;S: Gasit motor 3 pe aripa dreapta dupa ce l-am cautat putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Avionul merge caraghios.&lt;br /&gt;S: Avertizat avionul sa stea drept, sa zboare cum trebuie, si sa ia lucrurile in serios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: "Radarul tinta" bazaie.&lt;br /&gt;S: Reprogramat "radarul tinta" sa cante cum trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Soricel la bord.&lt;br /&gt;S: Instalat pisica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Zgomot de sub bord. Suna ca un pitic care bate ceva cu ciocanul.&lt;br /&gt;S: Confiscat ciocanul de la pitic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-7231729704280162225?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/7231729704280162225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/7231729704280162225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/7231729704280162225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':))'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-6837744641124705415</id><published>2009-06-06T00:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:04:31.452+03:00</updated><title type='text'>inca nu e luni :)</title><content type='html'>Intr-o incercare disperata a vointei, un barbat hotaraste sa renunte&lt;br /&gt;la sex in postul pastelui. Nu prea incintata de idee, sotia&lt;br /&gt;hotaraste sa-l sustina. Primele doua saptamini nu a fost prea greu. Urmatoarele doua,sotia a imbracat cea mai urita camasa de noapte si a mincat usturoi inainte de a se baga in pat. Ultimele doua saptamini au fost extrem de grele, asa ca sotia l-a dat afara din dormitor, obligindu-l sa se&lt;br /&gt;culce pe canapea. Dimineata Pastelui veni in sfirsit. Un ciocanit se aude in usa dormitorului:&lt;br /&gt;- Ghici cine e ?&lt;br /&gt;- Stiu cine e!&lt;br /&gt;- Ghici ce vreau ?&lt;br /&gt;- Stiu ce vrei!&lt;br /&gt;- Ghici cu ce bat ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La un radio din Rusia se anunta o stire: Cine este sub papucul nevestei sa vina maine in Piata Rosie si cine nu, sa vina in Piata Lenin.&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi in Piata Rosie era plin. In piata Lenin doar unul.&lt;br /&gt;Stupoare! Ce este cu acel om acolo?&lt;br /&gt;Intervievat, acesta a raspuns:&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-a zis nevasta mea ca daca nu vin aici, o sa ma dea afara din casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi, vine Bubulina de la cinematograf plangand in hohote:&lt;br /&gt;- A fost ingrozitor mama, se plange Bubulina. A trebuit sa-mi schimb locul de patru ori la cinematograf.&lt;br /&gt;- De ce, draga? S-a legat vreun barbat de tine?&lt;br /&gt;- Pana la urma... da. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tip foarte singur, a hotarat ca viata ar fi mai misto daca ar avea un animal de companie. Asa ca s-a dus omul nostru la un pet store si i-a spus managerului ca vrea sa cumpere un animal "aparte". Dupa cateva discutii, a cumparat intr-un final un miriapod (o insecta cu 100 de picioare), care venea imtr-o cutie mica, alba, pe care s-o foloseasca pe post de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se duce tipul acasa, gaseste un loc potrivit pentru cutie, si se gandeste ca ar fi frumos sa inceapa "relatia" ducandu-si noul companion la un bar sa bea ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca a intrebat miriapodul din cutie: "Vrei sa mergi cu mine pana la Frank's sa bem o bere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ... nici un raspuns, asta l-a deranjat pe tipul nostru, dar a asteptat cateva minute si a intrebat din nou: "Ce-ar fi daca am merge la bar sa bem o bere impreuna?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar...iar...nici un raspuns de la noul sau prieten si tovaras. Asa ca a mai asteptat cateva minute gandindu-se la situatia respectiva. S-a hotarat sa mai intrebe inca o data, de data apropriindu-se de "casa" miriapodului si urland: "Hey, tu de-acolo! Vrei sa mergem la Frank's sa bem o bere impreuna?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O voce subtire se auzi din cutie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te-am auzit si prima oara! Ai in p..a mea rabdare, imi pun pantofii!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiul catre tata a doua zi dupa noaptea nuntii:&lt;br /&gt;- Tata eu divortez!&lt;br /&gt;- Ai innebunit, asa repede, ce s-a intamplat?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu conteaza eu divortez!&lt;br /&gt;- Mai fiule, mie poti sa-mi spui, sunt tatal tau, care e problema?&lt;br /&gt;- Tata, sotia mea este virgina!&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un timp de gandire spune tatal:&lt;br /&gt;- Apoi fiule ai dreptate! Ce nu le-a trebuit la altii nu ne trebuie nici noua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-6837744641124705415?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/6837744641124705415/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/06/inca-nu-e-luni.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/6837744641124705415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/6837744641124705415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/06/inca-nu-e-luni.html' title='inca nu e luni :)'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-1251958635791657452</id><published>2009-05-19T11:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:39:07.549+03:00</updated><title type='text'>oltenii sunt cul ;;)</title><content type='html'>Se fac chiar studii despre ei! Ete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“O alifie chinezească si-o juma' de lichior!”: Ȋndatorare si ordine socială în Oltenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puiu Lăţea, drd&lt;br /&gt;Facultatea de Antropologie, University of Michigan&lt;br /&gt;E-mail:&lt;dlatea@umich.edu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ȋn acest eseu analizez cumpărarea "pe datorie (pe caiet)" în magazine si baruri din Oltenia ca pe o formă locală de ordine socială. Mă interesează procedurile folosite de cumpărători pentru a iniţia, menţine, prelungi sau încheia relaţii de îndatorare. Intrebările la care încerc să răspund se referă la temporalitatea si inteligiblitatea&lt;br /&gt;acestor relaţii: cum ajunge cineva să fie implicat într-o relaţie de îndatorare? Cum să-i deosebesti pe cei în care poţi avea încredere de cei pe care e mai bine să-i eviţi? Cînd si cum începi să înţelegi că ceva nu e în regulă, respectiv, că s-ar putea ca relaţia să evolueze în defavoarea ta? Cum se face că unii pot amîna plata datoriilor în mod repetat, fără consecinţe evidente? In sfirsit: cum se face că, în unele situaţii, pare imposibil să iesi dintr-o relaţie de îndatorare, cu toate că realizezi că esti cel care pierde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de la Conferinta Anuala a Cercetarii Sociologice :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-1251958635791657452?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/1251958635791657452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/05/oltenii-sunt-cul.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/1251958635791657452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/1251958635791657452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/05/oltenii-sunt-cul.html' title='oltenii sunt cul ;;)'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-9058070817981940406</id><published>2009-05-02T19:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:59:01.473+03:00</updated><title type='text'>asa-i?</title><content type='html'>The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. &lt;br /&gt;~Elisabeth Foley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch with, never saying a word, and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you've had. &lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her because she smiles at me and means it.  &lt;br /&gt;~Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.  "Pooh!" he whispered.  "Yes, Piglet?"  "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw.  "I just wanted to be sure of you."  &lt;br /&gt;~A.A. Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;~Frances Ward Weller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.  &lt;br /&gt;~Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-9058070817981940406?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/9058070817981940406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/05/asa-i.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/9058070817981940406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/9058070817981940406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/05/asa-i.html' title='asa-i?'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-4211893930144659493</id><published>2009-04-21T01:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:27:35.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>poeziee</title><content type='html'>Sora noastra cea mai mica,&lt;br /&gt;A varsat pe ea supica.&lt;br /&gt;Si-acum striga-n gura mare...&lt;br /&gt;Vaai! Ce cald e-ntre picioare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) am innebunit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-4211893930144659493?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/4211893930144659493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/poeziee.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4211893930144659493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4211893930144659493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/poeziee.html' title='poeziee'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-872931297426599772</id><published>2009-04-19T00:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:27:29.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Pasti</title><content type='html'>de George Cosbuc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin pomi e ciripit si cant,&lt;br /&gt;Vazduhu-i plin de-un rosu soare,&lt;br /&gt;Si salciile-n alba floare&lt;br /&gt;E pace-n cer si pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Rasuflul cald al primaverii&lt;br /&gt;Adus-a zilele-nvierii.&lt;br /&gt;Si cat e de frumos in sat!&lt;br /&gt;Crestinii vin tacuti din vale&lt;br /&gt;Si doi de se-ntalnesc in cale&lt;br /&gt;Isi zic: Hristos a inviat!&lt;br /&gt;Si rade-atata sarbatoare&lt;br /&gt;Din chipul lor cel ars de soare.&lt;br /&gt;Si-un vant de-abia clatinitor&lt;br /&gt;Sopteste din vazduh cuvinte:&lt;br /&gt;E glasul celor din morminte,&lt;br /&gt;E zgomotul zburarii lor!&lt;br /&gt;Si pomii fruntile-si scoboara&lt;br /&gt;Ca Duhul Sfant prin aer zboara.&lt;br /&gt;E liniste. Si din altar&lt;br /&gt;Cantarea-n stihuri repetate&lt;br /&gt;Departe pana-n vai strabate&lt;br /&gt;Si clopotele canta rar:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Doamne! Sa le-auzi din vale&lt;br /&gt;Cum rad a drag si plang a jale!&lt;br /&gt;Biserica, pe deal mai sus,&lt;br /&gt;E plina astazi de lumina,&lt;br /&gt;Ca-ntreaga lume este plina&lt;br /&gt;De-acelasi gand, din cer adus:&lt;br /&gt;In fapta noastra ni e soartea&lt;br /&gt;Si viata este tot, nu moartea.&lt;br /&gt;Pe deal se suie-ncetisor&lt;br /&gt;Neveste tinere si fete,&lt;br /&gt;Batrani cu iarna vietii-n plete;&lt;br /&gt;Si-ncet, in urma tuturor,&lt;br /&gt;Vezi sovaind cate-o batrana&lt;br /&gt;Cu micul ei nepot de mana.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, iar in minte mi-ai venit&lt;br /&gt;Tu, mama micilor copile!&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu ca si-n aceste zile&lt;br /&gt;Tu plangi pe-al tau copil dorit!&lt;br /&gt;La zambet cerul azi ne cheama&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Pastile! Nu plange, mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dedes.ro/?p=761"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-872931297426599772?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/872931297426599772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-pasti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/872931297426599772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/872931297426599772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-pasti.html' title='La Pasti'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-8358361708590477396</id><published>2009-04-18T13:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:42:12.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Azi cand cautam ceva in arhiva de la mail, am dat peste textul asta.&lt;br /&gt;E dragut, si daca il pun aici nu o sa mai uit de el. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Invitation - by Oriah Mountain Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-8358361708590477396?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/8358361708590477396/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8358361708590477396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8358361708590477396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-3217026614495493329</id><published>2009-04-11T15:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:33:32.524+03:00</updated><title type='text'>acasa</title><content type='html'>intr-o reclama de la Orange scria ca acasa sunt toti cei care te asteapta, oricat de mult ai intarzia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/nomemory/613183cff391cd"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_613183cff391cd(448, 386);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travis - Love will come through&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Vezi mai multe video din Muzica &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-3217026614495493329?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/3217026614495493329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/acasa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3217026614495493329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3217026614495493329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/acasa.html' title='acasa'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-4788946928996258491</id><published>2009-04-10T23:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:34:40.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>vrabia malai viseaza</title><content type='html'>de 10 minute m-am mutat in Bahamas. sunt pe plaja, sub o umbrela imensa si foarte chic, care nu lasa nici un pic de soare sa ma deranjeze. langa mine e un tip extrem de bun, ca din reviste (sau ca Mark din Anatomia lui Grey :D) care imi citeste gandurile si, prin urmare, imi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;satisface&lt;/span&gt; orice pofta. oricare... ;):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si mie nu imi mai pasa de scoala, de bani, alti oameni, de articol, de profii idoti, de eticheta, de colege pitzipoance si nebune, de pustietate, de cumparaturi, de bilet de avion, de un viitor must-have job, de de ce nu apare, de ce o sa fie peste 2 luni, de nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e duminica, soarele nu apune niciodata, nimic nu ma deranjeaza pentru ca bunaciunea mai sus mentionata nu lasa nimic rau sa mi se intample, nimeni nu ma suna, nimeni nu imi scrie emailuri, nimeni nu se cearta, nimeni nu urla, nimeni nu vorbeste tare la telefon cand dorm, nimeni nu vorbeste tare in general, nimeni nu e pe cale sa isi piarda serviciul, nimeni nu face revolutii, nimeni nu se opereaza, nimeni nu se agita, nimeni nu intra in panica si nimanui nu ii e dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a! si da... Ioana e si ea cu mine&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-4788946928996258491?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/4788946928996258491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/acum.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4788946928996258491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4788946928996258491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/acum.html' title='vrabia malai viseaza'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-9001601788872928930</id><published>2009-04-10T16:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:08:10.511+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ce inseamna...</title><content type='html'>cand ii spui cuiva "hai sictir"... e foarte urat din partea ta... e pur si simplu o chestie de dispret maxim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aseara am aflat ce inseamna "sictir", si evident "hai sictir" in turceste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca sunt o domnisoara (ce...) o sa spun doar ca defineste o anumita parte a corpului unui barbat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce uraat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-9001601788872928930?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/9001601788872928930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-inseamna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/9001601788872928930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/9001601788872928930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/04/ce-inseamna.html' title='ce inseamna...'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-2177619252264371691</id><published>2009-03-31T21:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:48:29.867+03:00</updated><title type='text'>prima leapsa :D</title><content type='html'>Asta este prima leapsa pe care o primesc. De la &lt;a href="http://sefe.ro"&gt;Madalin&lt;/a&gt; ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu bold, in lista de mai jos, lucrurile pe care le-am facut pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06) Held a tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;07) Taken a candlelight bath with someone.&lt;br /&gt;08) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hugged a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;11) Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slept under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Changed a baby’s diaper.&lt;br /&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;24) Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Held a lamb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip &lt;br /&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of USA&lt;br /&gt;50) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;52) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Danced with a stranger in a foreign country !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56) Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;57) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;59) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66) Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67) Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74) Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;76) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) Played in the rain&lt;br /&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;80) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;86) Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89) Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90) Gotten engaged&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;93) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;br /&gt;95) Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102) Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;103) Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;105) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken illegal drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;111) Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;112) Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119) Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;br /&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126) Raised children.&lt;br /&gt;127) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134) …more than once? - More than twice?&lt;br /&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;136) Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138) Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143) Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144) Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;145) Broken someone’s heart&lt;br /&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been fired or laid off a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone &lt;br /&gt;150) Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;152) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;br /&gt;164) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;171) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172) Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;173) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;175) Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;176) Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177) Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178) Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;180) Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183) …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;188) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190) Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;191) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;196) Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;197) Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199) Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200) Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt tare curioasa cu ce se lauda &lt;a href="http://rhalooka.wordpress.com"&gt;Raluca&lt;/a&gt; :D Si cu ocazia asta aflu daca mai intra sa vada ce am mai scris :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-2177619252264371691?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/2177619252264371691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/prima-leapsa-d.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/2177619252264371691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/2177619252264371691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/prima-leapsa-d.html' title='prima leapsa :D'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-834997446654268540</id><published>2009-03-22T00:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:52:14.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atentie... Se inchid usile...</title><content type='html'>As vrea sa mai aud Sinceritatea spunandu-mi cat ii admira pe cei din provincie... are o voce placuta, care ma linisteste. Mi-e dor sa aud Prietenia dandu-mi sfaturi cand vede ca nu sunt ok. Si mi-e dor sa o aud cantand la chitara, in camera noastra, cu o cana de vin langa ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor sa aud Grija cand imi spune ca-i sunt draga si cand imi povesteste ca m-a visat introcandu-ma acasa. As vrea sa mai aud Ironia spunandu-mi pisi si ultimul banc cules din lume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de vocea Maturitatii atunci cand imi spune cat de vasta este cultura mea cand vine vorba de traznai si imi lipseste vocea Ratiunii cand argumenteaza, si a Pasiunii, cand vorbeste despre cercetasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-834997446654268540?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/834997446654268540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/atentie-se-inchid-usile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/834997446654268540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/834997446654268540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/atentie-se-inchid-usile.html' title='Atentie... Se inchid usile...'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-8753370744735717789</id><published>2009-03-21T21:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:57:55.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>inca una</title><content type='html'>la oamenii astia politia iti trimite sms sa te avertizeze ca in cazul in care primesti un mesaj in care ti se cere sa trimiti credit unui numar de telefon, sa nu faci asta, ca e tzeapa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-au lasat masca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-8753370744735717789?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/8753370744735717789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/inca-una.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8753370744735717789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8753370744735717789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/inca-una.html' title='inca una'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-2069463674809516390</id><published>2009-03-20T17:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:55:42.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pe strada</title><content type='html'>Cat le ia romanilor sa puna bucati din alea de beton pe strazile dim'prejurul unui bloc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turcilor le-au trebuit numai 2 zile, cu tot cu asezat nisipul si pus borduri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da... la ei toata echipa munceste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Edit: Pavele domne'! Pavele le zice! Nu-mi aduceam aminte neam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-2069463674809516390?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/2069463674809516390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/pe-strada.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/2069463674809516390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/2069463674809516390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/pe-strada.html' title='pe strada'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-6968512298207052101</id><published>2009-03-20T13:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:14:08.238+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-e dor sa rad in Romania</title><content type='html'>Întrebare la Radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Se poate lua o boală venerică într-un W.C. al unui vagon de tren?&lt;br /&gt;- În principiu da, dar nu e comod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Radio Erevan se întreabă:&lt;br /&gt;- Tovarăşe redactor, este adevărat că şi americanii au pitici?&lt;br /&gt;- În pricipiu da, dar cei ruseşti sînt mai mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Care este diferenţa dintre un optimist şi un pesimist?&lt;br /&gt;- Diferenţa este că optimistul învaţă limba engleză, iar pesimistul chineza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una întreabă la Radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Se poate bea apă în loc de anticoncepţionale?&lt;br /&gt;- Da, bineînţeles.&lt;br /&gt;- Înainte sau după?&lt;br /&gt;- În loc de…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Radio Erevan se întreabă:&lt;br /&gt;- Este adevarat că în România...&lt;br /&gt;- Da, este adevărat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Radio Erevan se întreabă:&lt;br /&gt;- Este posibil ca o femeie să nască de mai multe ori în acelaşi an calendaristic?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, tovarăşe Nicolae Ceauşescu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întrebare la Radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Sînt o femeie de 87 de ani. Ce să fac ca să-mi stea sînii drepţi?&lt;br /&gt;- Staţi în patru labe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio Erevan (on line):&lt;br /&gt;- Ce face zb zzzb zzzzb?&lt;br /&gt;- O albină care dă înapoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ascultator întreabă dacă se poate face dragoste în patru labe.&lt;br /&gt;- Noi îi raspundem că da, se poate face, sfatul doctorului fiind următorul:&lt;br /&gt;una dimineaţa, una la prînz şi două înainte de culcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întrebare la Radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Putem face baie dacă avem diaree?&lt;br /&gt;- Puteţi, dacă aveţi destulă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ascultator:&lt;br /&gt;- Ce pot sa fac pentru a scapa de cainii care ma simt de la o distanta de un kilometru, cand vreau sa sparg o casa?&lt;br /&gt;Radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- O baie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare la Radio Erevan.&lt;br /&gt;- Care e cel mai frumos oras din lume?&lt;br /&gt;- Erevan.&lt;br /&gt;- Intrebare suplimentara: Cate bombe atomice trebuie ca sa-l nimicim?&lt;br /&gt;- Si Moskova e oras frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare la radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Cum poate fi exclus un stat din Uniunea Europeana? Raspuns:&lt;br /&gt;- In principiu nu este posibila o excludere, dar ne bazam pe fantezia Romaniei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Care este diferenta intre Capitalism si Socialism?&lt;br /&gt;- Capitalismul este exploatarea omului de catre om. In socialism e invers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare la Radio Erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Zebrele sint negre cu dungi albe sau albe cu dungi negre?&lt;br /&gt;- Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La radio Erevan se intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;- Cine este amantul doamnei Brejnev?&lt;br /&gt;Radio Erevan raspunde: nu nie bagam in viata particulara a tovarasului Kosighin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Este adevarat ca in urma dezastrului de la Cernobil toata conducerea centralei atomoelectrice s-a sinucis?&lt;br /&gt;Radio Erevan: Da, in afara secretarului de Partid, care nu a fost gasit acasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce e foarte mare, face zgomot foarte mult, consuma 20 l de benzina pe ora, scoate mult fum si taie marul in trei ?&lt;br /&gt;- Aparatul romanesc de taiat marul in patru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se poate pune baza pe domnul Iliescu ?&lt;br /&gt;- Da, dar incercati mai bine cu acid !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare la radio erevan:&lt;br /&gt;- Daca vorbesti la telefon poti ramane gravida?&lt;br /&gt;- Poti, dar depinde pe ce stai atunci cand vorbesti la telefon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se poate folosi aspirina drept anticonceptzional ?&lt;br /&gt;- Da, in cazul in care este tinuta strans intre genunchi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:"Eu am diabet iar nevasta-mea are o scurgere albicioasa.&lt;br /&gt;Putem face copii?"&lt;br /&gt;R:"Da, dar ar fi pacat. Mai bine faceti bezele."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-6968512298207052101?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/6968512298207052101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-e-dor-sa-rad-in-romania.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/6968512298207052101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/6968512298207052101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-e-dor-sa-rad-in-romania.html' title='mi-e dor sa rad in Romania'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-8062757119398324398</id><published>2009-03-19T01:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:08:47.669+02:00</updated><title type='text'>doua enigme</title><content type='html'>am citit azi la &lt;a href="http://dono.ro"&gt;dono&lt;/a&gt; pe blog despre doua chestii care m-au pus tare rau pe ganduri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o firma din Marea Britanie o sa vina in Romania si o sa imbutelieze in sticle de o jumatate de litru continutul intreg a 10 oua. Si enigma... de ce??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- LovePlus au scos pe piata prezervative triple-tested ... Bun, laudabil... dar sunt curioasa cum le testeaza :D [raspunsul: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sper ca le curata bine dup-aia&lt;/span&gt; nu a fost chiar cel asteptat :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de-asta nu am eu somn la 1 noaptea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de luni ma fac om serios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-8062757119398324398?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/8062757119398324398/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/doua-enigme.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8062757119398324398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8062757119398324398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/doua-enigme.html' title='doua enigme'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-3694213580521408545</id><published>2009-03-17T20:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:12:46.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-am adus aminte</title><content type='html'>Balada unui greier mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste dealuri zgribulite,&lt;br /&gt;Peste ţarini zdrenţuite,&lt;br /&gt;A venit aşa, deodată,&lt;br /&gt;Toamna cea întunecată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lungă, slabă şi zăludă,&lt;br /&gt;Botezând natura udă&lt;br /&gt;C-un mănunchi de ciumafai, -&lt;br /&gt;Când se scutură de ciudă,&lt;br /&gt;Împrejurul ei departe&lt;br /&gt;Risipeşte-n evantai&lt;br /&gt;Ploi mărunte,&lt;br /&gt;Frunze moarte,&lt;br /&gt;Stropi de tină,&lt;br /&gt;Guturai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi cum vine de la munte,&lt;br /&gt;Blestemând&lt;br /&gt;Şi lăcrimând,&lt;br /&gt;Toţi ciulinii de pe vale&lt;br /&gt;Se pitesc prin văgăuni,&lt;br /&gt;Iar măceşii de pe câmpuri&lt;br /&gt;O întâmpină în cale&lt;br /&gt;Cu grăbite plecăciuni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar pe coastă, la urcuş,&lt;br /&gt;Din căsuţa lui de humă&lt;br /&gt;A ieşit un greieruş,&lt;br /&gt;Negru, mic, muiat în tuş&lt;br /&gt;Şi pe-aripi pudrat cu brumă:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cri-cri-cri,&lt;br /&gt;Toamnă gri,&lt;br /&gt;Nu credeam c-o să mai vii&lt;br /&gt;Înainte de Crăciun,&lt;br /&gt;Că puteam şi eu s-adun&lt;br /&gt;O grăunţă cât de mică,&lt;br /&gt;Ca să nu cer împrumut&lt;br /&gt;La vecina mea furnică,&lt;br /&gt;Fi'ndcă nu-mi dă niciodată,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-apoi umple lumea toată&lt;br /&gt;Că m-am dus şi i-am cerut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar de-acuş,&lt;br /&gt;Zise el cu glas sfârşit&lt;br /&gt;Ridicând un picioruş,&lt;br /&gt;Dar de-acuş s-a isprăvit...&lt;br /&gt;Cri-cri-cri,&lt;br /&gt;Toamnă gri,&lt;br /&gt;Tare-s mic şi necăjit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-3694213580521408545?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/3694213580521408545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-am-adus-aminte_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3694213580521408545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3694213580521408545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-am-adus-aminte_17.html' title='mi-am adus aminte'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-1421770047704447285</id><published>2009-03-13T18:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:15:23.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce da, si de ce nu</title><content type='html'>De ce imi plac mie [unii] turci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca in orice birou in care intri sa rezolvi diverse treburi, oamenii te servesc cu ceai sau apa minerala&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca in singurul pub din campus primesti/c ceai si mancare gratis&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca atunci cand aud de Romania li se lumineaza fata&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca dup-aia exclama ... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hagi! Galatasaray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca barbatii chiar platesc de fiecare data cand iesi in oras&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca platitul nu este pentru a obtine ceva, ci pentru ca asta inseamna ca au demnitate&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca daca nu stiu decat putina engleza, macar se straduiesc&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca portocalele sunt extrem de ieftine si miros frumos&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca, in mintea mea, ceaiul negru e mai bun aici decat in oricare parte a lumii&lt;br /&gt;- pentru baclava si Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca ceaiul, ciorba, bereketul, sapca, ciorapii si calabalacul au aproape acelasi sens ca la noi&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca la ei cuvantul arkadaş, care inseamna prieten, se foloseste in aproape orice situatie in care vorbesti despre persoana de langa tine, chiar daca o stii de 5 minute&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca sunt nationalisti&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca il respecta inca pe Attaturk&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca au blocat youtube-ul pe motiv ca prezenta cateva filmulete cu continut jignitor la adresa lui Attaturk, deci la adresa lor&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca te ajuta oricand ai nevoie de ei&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca zambesc copiilor mici pe care ii vad pe strada&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca in autobuz, baietii se ridica mereu ca sa lase locul femeilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu imi plac mie (unii) turci:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca te cheama la ei in birou, de cateva ori, si de fiecare data au alta treaba, si nu au timp de tine&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca au zis ca o sa am cursuri in engleza, si am... yok&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca arunca mereu gunoiul pe jos, chiar si in banca&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca folosesc prea multe pungi de plastic [ecologista din mine :P]&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca daca nu stiu deloc engleza, incep si turuie in turca&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca se mira ca am laptop, camera foto si ca stiu sa vorbesc engleza &lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca de fiecare data cand vrei sa intri de pe autostrada in campus, trebuie sa le arati pasaportul si sa le explici de ce nu ai buletin de-al lor&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca dai o gramada de bani pe viza, si apoi mai dai inca una pe permisul de rezidenta&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca se holbeaza, si nu la modul frumos [Ioana stie! :P]&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca am auzit fraza: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aaa Romania! The country of Roma people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca au impresia ca Romania e o tara foarte saraca, Africa reloaded&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca nu stiu care e capitala noastra&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca nu beau alcool&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca mi-au blocat telefonul romanesc&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca au bannat youtube-ul, in general&lt;br /&gt;- pentru ca nu au internet peste tot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-1421770047704447285?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/1421770047704447285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-da-si-de-ce-nu.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/1421770047704447285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/1421770047704447285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-da-si-de-ce-nu.html' title='de ce da, si de ce nu'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-568249782420853679</id><published>2009-03-13T18:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:57:08.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>toata tehnologia e impotriva mea</title><content type='html'>Se strica orice chestie pe care pun mana:&lt;br /&gt;- acumulatorii s-au bulit&lt;br /&gt;- super fheonul meu a hotarat sa nu mai traiasca in mizerie, deci s-a bulit si el&lt;br /&gt;- internetul face bulbuci, mai des decat e cazul&lt;br /&gt;- in lumea telecomunicatiilor turcesti nu e destul loc si pentru un telefon romanesc &lt;br /&gt;- messul are 1001 de virusi, care se manifesta separat&lt;br /&gt;- webcam-ul arata alb, desi eu arat altfel (sper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cata fericire in lume!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-568249782420853679?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/568249782420853679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/toata-tehnologia-e-impotriva-mea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/568249782420853679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/568249782420853679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/toata-tehnologia-e-impotriva-mea.html' title='toata tehnologia e impotriva mea'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-4519741262480102886</id><published>2009-03-12T17:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:10:27.214+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pai se putea?</title><content type='html'>Cheia - Adrian Paunescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Mari poeti, de-a lungul vremii, au asemanat femeia&lt;br /&gt;Cu o floare, cu un soare, c-o zeita, cu scînteie, cu o apa, c-o papusa&lt;br /&gt;Eu, cum nu-s poet prea mare, zic ca seamana c-o usa.&lt;br /&gt;Usa catre fericire, usa catre mîngîiere&lt;br /&gt;Usa ce spre taine duce galopînd... luna de miere.&lt;br /&gt;Usa catre înrobire, usa jugului etern&lt;br /&gt;Usa care-ti deschide perspectiva spre infern.&lt;br /&gt;De, dar ca s-ajungi sa intri, e-o problema delicata&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca mai întîi de toate, usa trebuie descuiata.&lt;br /&gt;Si treaba se face bine si devine fericita&lt;br /&gt;Nu cu cheia la-ntimplare, ci cu cheia potrivita,&lt;br /&gt;Cheia ei originala, orice usa-n lumea asta&lt;br /&gt;Dupa nunta si traditie are cheia ei si... basta!&lt;br /&gt;Dar de iei un gen de usa, simpla, dubla sau de tei&lt;br /&gt;Si-ai sa vezi ca merg la dinsa doua sau mai multe chei,&lt;br /&gt;Stai, n-o sparge cu toporul, nu tipa, nu fa scandal,&lt;br /&gt;Ia-ti mai bine portofelul si te du la tribunal.&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa-ti iei o alta usa, liber trebuie sa fii,&lt;br /&gt;Si-asta costa, dupa leafa, de la 3 la 7 mii!&lt;br /&gt;Cînd alegi o usa noua, trebuie s-o faci cu arta,&lt;br /&gt;Sa n-aiba, Doamne fereste, broasca defecta, sparta...&lt;br /&gt;Ca broasca atît e buna pîna n-a scapat la chei,&lt;br /&gt;Ca pe urma n-o mai fereci, nici cu doua nici cu trei.&lt;br /&gt;E asemeni cu ulciorul, care dus prea des la apa&lt;br /&gt;Te trezesti ca-i sare smaltul, ori se sparge, ori se crapa.&lt;br /&gt;Usa este ca gaina, ca abia cînd e batrîna&lt;br /&gt;Mai matura si mai coapta, face supa cea mai buna.&lt;br /&gt;Da, dar care om in viata nu si-a spus în gîndul lui:&lt;br /&gt;"Da-o dracului de supa, vreau un piciorus de pui"?&lt;br /&gt;Usa este ca un loto, zice pustiului un tata.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e nici o diferenta - dai un ban mai tragi odata.&lt;br /&gt;Însa, dragul tatii, afla, nu tine cît vesnicia,&lt;br /&gt;Ca exagerînd cu joaca, ti se strica jucaria.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut o usa care a trait în viata toata&lt;br /&gt;Ca o sfînta cuvioasa, si-a murit nedescuiata.&lt;br /&gt;A urlat la dînsa cerul, cu o voce ca de crai:&lt;br /&gt;Hei, stafie îngalbenita, poate vrei sa intri-n rai?&lt;br /&gt;Mars la iad, acolo-i locul pentru-o scîndura uscata&lt;br /&gt;Ai trait degeaba-n lume si-ai ramas tot încuiata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce te temi mereu de usa! o sa-mi spuneti cu temei!&lt;br /&gt;habarnam: Bun! Perfect! Aveti dreptate, sa vorbim atunci de chei.&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca principalu-n lume, nu e gîndul, nici ideea&lt;br /&gt;Nu e focul si nici roata, principalul este cheia.&lt;br /&gt;Si exista chei... O groaza, cîti barbati, atîtea chei,&lt;br /&gt;Ca de cind e lumea lume, cheile le tin la ei.&lt;br /&gt;Unele sint lungi si groase, sau subtiri ca un siret&lt;br /&gt;Altele mici, delicate, ce deschid si un fiset.&lt;br /&gt;Principalul nu-i marimea, important - la orice usa -&lt;br /&gt;E sa se lovesca cheia si sa fie... jucausa.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu se-ndoaie-n broasca si sa tina la-nvîrtit.&lt;br /&gt;Chei de lacate, valize, de casete, frigidere,&lt;br /&gt;De camari, de manastire, pivnite sau sifoniere,&lt;br /&gt;Ar mai fi cheia franceza, cheia la casa de bani,&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de la TURNUL LONDREI sau facuta de tigani,&lt;br /&gt;Dara, ce te faci amice, ca din sute de modele&lt;br /&gt;Tu te chinui toata viata cu o cheie de... sardele!&lt;br /&gt;Merge ea cît merge bine, dar apoi prinde rugina&lt;br /&gt;Si-atunci nici Gerovitalul n-o mai scoate la lumina!&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa-i dai cu glaspapirul, smirghel, pile, ciocolata,&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-ncerci este zadarnic, ti-a iesit din uz si gata!&lt;br /&gt;Geaba-ncerci, geaba te zbuciumi si degeaba-ti iesi din fire.&lt;br /&gt;Nu te mai vaita la lume, nu e vina nimanui,&lt;br /&gt;Leaga-o cu-n siret sau funda, fa-i un nod si pune-o-n cui!&lt;br /&gt;Sînt atitea chei pe lume, cheia "sol " si cheia " FA ",&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta nu te-ncalzeste daca n-ai tu cheia ta.&lt;br /&gt;Si... zicind cum zic batrînii... la o tinerete noua,&lt;br /&gt;Zici... privindu-ti... amintirea...&lt;br /&gt;"AH, DE-AS FI AVUT EU DOUA! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se putea sa fie de la tine ceva normal? zise Ioana, dupa lectura&lt;br /&gt;nu... nu se putea :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-4519741262480102886?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/4519741262480102886/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/pai-se-putea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4519741262480102886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4519741262480102886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/pai-se-putea.html' title='pai se putea?'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-6430592489977264167</id><published>2009-03-11T17:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:23:31.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce? de ce nu... :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nu cerceta aceste legi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Patra is over the ocean&lt;br /&gt;My Patra is over the sea.&lt;br /&gt;My Patra is over the ocean;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring back my Patra to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back, bring back&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring back my Patra to me, to me!&lt;br /&gt;Bring back, bring back,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring back my Patra to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;              &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...ca esti nebun de le-ntelegi :))&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/4262131087439751069-6430592489977264167?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/6430592489977264167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-de-ce-nu-p.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/6430592489977264167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/6430592489977264167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ce-de-ce-nu-p.html' title='de ce? de ce nu... :P'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-5450502363342345390</id><published>2009-03-11T13:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:58:06.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>din intelepciunea olteneasca</title><content type='html'>mi-am adus aminte de o epigrama de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;acasa&lt;/span&gt;, scrisa de Pastorel Teodoreanu, epigramist jmeker din Dragasani :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unui confrate crestin si alcoolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Vinu-i sfant si-l beau crestinii, &lt;br /&gt;   Caci pe ei nu-i inspaimanta.&lt;br /&gt;   Apa care nu e sfanta,&lt;br /&gt;   O beau turcii si cretinii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;... desi turcii am vazut ca se cam dau la Istambule Vodka ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-5450502363342345390?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/5450502363342345390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-am-adus-aminte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/5450502363342345390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/5450502363342345390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-am-adus-aminte.html' title='din intelepciunea olteneasca'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-4193827849037925891</id><published>2009-03-09T23:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:56:25.685+02:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky turkish people</title><content type='html'>Oare de ce la ei rahat-ul inseamna confort, comoditate, iar la noi inseamna caca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-o fi fost in mintea romanilor cand au preluat cuvantul asta de la turci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;P.S.: Da, stiu ca e si chestia aia dulce care se pune in cozonac, dar sunt sigura ca cei mai multi zambesc cand li se ofera cozonac cu rahat... cel putin cei mai multi din lumea mea :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-4193827849037925891?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/4193827849037925891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaky-turkish-people.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4193827849037925891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4193827849037925891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaky-turkish-people.html' title='freaky turkish people'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-5943984345608332517</id><published>2009-03-08T13:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:28:57.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de ziua ta</title><content type='html'>Imi place cand esti agitata si multumita ca am avut succes sau noroc. Si imi place si mai mult cand esti convinsa ca sunt minunata, dupa ce am cazut cu fata in jos. Dragostea de mama este convingerea ca toate gastele ei sunt lebede. Ceea ce reprezinta singurul mod de a sustine moralul copiilor ca sunt niste ratuste urate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc ca nu m-ai lasat balta dupa ce m-am purtat de-a dreptul oribil. Ai fost singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc ca nu vii plansa toata dupa ca am fost incredibil de lipsita de judecata. Iti multumesc ca tipi la mine intr-o varietate de fraze bine ticluite. Si pe urma, lasand furia in urma noastra, ajungem sa decidem ce e de facut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc pentru ca suporti insuportabilul. Pentru ca reusesti sa faci ceva din nimic. Pentru ca dai cand ai buzunarele goale. Pentru ca ne-ai iubit cand eram absolut de neiubit. Iti multumesc pentru ca rezolvi imposibilul cu zambetul pe buze (chiar daca mai tremurat uneori). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc ca esti intotdeauna acolo. Fara sa te impui. Fara sa ai pretentii. Acolo. Multumesc pentru umarul pe care sa plang. Pentru ca am cui sa spun vestea. Cineva cu care sa rad de ce e caraghios. Cineva cu o rezerva inepuizabila de dragoste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai luat toate lucrurile obisnuite ale vietii de zi cu zi si m-ai facut sa ma simt deosebita. Stiu ca orice mi se va intampla in viata, datorita tie, valorez ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;via Helen Exley, Carti in dar - Pentru o minunata mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-5943984345608332517?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/5943984345608332517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ziua-ta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/5943984345608332517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/5943984345608332517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-ziua-ta.html' title='de ziua ta'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-795014694453507863</id><published>2009-03-07T11:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:02:47.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>degteul mic</title><content type='html'>Hai sa ne facem viata mai simpla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne montam la degetul mic de la mana stanga un dispozitiv micut care se ne ajute sa gasim oamenii cu care ne potrivim. Poate un fel de USB uman. USB-ul asta, sa aiba niste firicele. Multe dintre ele sa duca direct la inima, sau la suflet. Sa fie cateva, mai putine, care sa duca la creier, sau la ratiune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, oridecateori cunoastem pe cineva nou, care ne-ar putea fi prieten, sau doar amic, sau poate THE ONE, sa ne verificam USB-urile ca sa vedem daca se potrivesc. Daca sunt total opuse, o sa stim ca nu are rost sa continuam. Daca se potrivesc destul de bine, stim ca daca incercam, s-ar putea sa iasa ceva misto. Pana la urma, o sa gasim pe cineva cu care ne potrivim perfect, si stim asta deja, inainte de a incepe sa ne pese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si viata ar fi mai simpla. Si nu ne-am mai complica in relatii care speram sa mearga, in prietenii care fac rau, nu ne-am mai apropia de oameni care nu se pot apropia de noi. Si mai ales, nu ne-ar mai parea atat de rau ca nu am stiut sa alegem pe cei care meritau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-795014694453507863?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/795014694453507863/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/degteul-mic.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/795014694453507863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/795014694453507863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/degteul-mic.html' title='degteul mic'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-2326820042475049707</id><published>2009-03-06T17:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:27:34.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Nici amintirea nu te mai pastreaza&lt;br /&gt;De-as vrea sa-ti cant m-as poticni afon&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost o nebunie si o raza&lt;br /&gt;Ramai un numar vechi de telefon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai vine cineva si mai imi spune&lt;br /&gt;Cate ceva de bine sau de rau&lt;br /&gt;Dar noi n-avem nici amintiri comune&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai dus luand tot ce era al tau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-2326820042475049707?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/2326820042475049707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/n-ai-ramas-nici-macar-putin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/2326820042475049707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/2326820042475049707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/n-ai-ramas-nici-macar-putin.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-9097148873681761175</id><published>2009-03-05T21:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:57:32.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hai sa ne prefacem</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Hai sa ne prefacem ca facem scoala pe bune la orice nivel. Hai sa ne prefacem ca suntem o universitate primitoare, care ofera conditii optime de invatare studentilor internationali. Hai sa ne prefacem ca avem cursuri bine structurate, chiar pe site le scriem denumirile in engleza, si mai ales profesori gata oricand sa isi imparatseasca cunostintele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Si acum, hai sa ne inscriem si noi in programul Erasmus... Ca doar nimeni nu stie ca ne prefacem, nu? Primim studenti de oriunde... sa zicem din Romania. Apoi le spunem sa nu isi faca probleme, vor avea cursurile in engleza. Cand vin, le spunem ca da, sunt in engleza, dar individuale, pentru ca nu se preda in engleza la toate grupele, deci se vor intalni numai ei cu profesorii. A! Si nu, nu toti profesorii stiu engleza, deci vor trebui sa isi modifice un pic cursurile ca sa le aiba pe cele tinute de cei care stiu. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Asaaa... ii lasam sa vorbeasca ei cu profii despre program, ca sa isi dea seama singuri ca nimeni nu e dispus sa isi treaca inca o ora in orar, doar pentru un student (intamplator, Erasmus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Si uite-asa incep si ei sa se prefaca ca le place, ca sunt incantati de sistemul de aici, ca doar nu o sa inceapa sa ne reproseze ceva, nu au cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Uraa! Suntem universitate misto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;P.S.: Orice asemanare cu persoane reala este (im)pur intamplatoare! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-9097148873681761175?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/9097148873681761175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-sa-ne-prefacem.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/9097148873681761175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/9097148873681761175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/03/hai-sa-ne-prefacem.html' title='hai sa ne prefacem'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-7233085304775309530</id><published>2009-02-22T20:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:09:32.259+02:00</updated><title type='text'>22 februarıe - Thınkıng day :)</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca sunt prıma data departe de totı ceı de la care am ınvatat cercetasıa, astazı voı pune aıcı ultıma scrısoare a luı BP, de zıua luı.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Scouts,&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever seen the play Peter Pan you will remember how the pirate chief was always making his dying speech because he was afraid that possibly when the time came for him to die he might not have time to get it off his chest. It is much the same with me, and so, although I am not at this moment dying, I shall be doing so one of these days and I want to send you a parting word of good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is the last you will ever hear from me, so think it over.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a most happy life and I want each one of you to have as happy a life too.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God put us in this jolly world to be happy and enjoy life. Happiness doesn't come from being rich, nor merely from being successful in your career, nor by self-indulgence. One step towards happiness is to make yourself healthy and strong while you are a boy, so that you can be useful and so can enjoy life when you are a man.&lt;br /&gt;Nature study will show you how full of beautiful and wonderful things God has made the world for you to enjoy. Be contented with what you have got and make the best of it. Look on the bright side of things instead of the gloomy one.&lt;br /&gt;But the real way to get happiness is by giving out happiness to other people. Try and leave this world a little better than you found it and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate you have not wasted your time but have done your best. "Be Prepared" in this way, to live happy and to die happy-- stick to your Scout promise always-- even after you have ceased to be a boy-- and God help you to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Your FriendBaden-Powell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-7233085304775309530?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/7233085304775309530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/22-februare-thnkng-day.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/7233085304775309530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/7233085304775309530'/><link 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un tursıt nebun care vrea sa descopere repede sı complet ce ın jurul luı ın lumea ın care a ıntrat... e mısto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haı spune ceva, zı tu ceva, eu n-as avea curaj...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-774452862828603160?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/774452862828603160/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/countng-frst-tmes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/774452862828603160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/774452862828603160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/countng-frst-tmes.html' title='countıng fırst tımes'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-4919043784362920856</id><published>2009-02-19T20:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:49:07.492+02:00</updated><title type='text'>decı... avem un 7</title><content type='html'>:)) nu ma astept sa ıntelegı ce e cu tıtlul... o sa va explıc peste putın tımp, cand o sa ajung acasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am ıesıt dın butoıul de melancolıe, mı-am dat seama ca nu o sa ma maturızez nıcıodata sı maı ales ca nu o sa ma maturızez aıcı... unde am ınceput sa rad sıngura pe strada sı ın general orıcand am chef...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum sunt ferıcıta... pur sı sımplu acum 2 zıle m-am trezıt ferıcıta sı nerabdatoare sa cunosc lumea asta :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am hotarat sa nu renunt la blogul asta... doar ca sa am unde sa scrıu chestııle tembele care mı se ıntampla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stıtı cum e faza cu coıncıdentele? ... poate semanam, bıne, cıne ne spune prıma data conteaza un pıc, dar na... se ıntampla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apoı... avem un cuplaj ın cruce... unul merge ca pe roate... altul nu... avem un om dıntr-o mınorıtate cıudata (dın cuplajul care merge)... sı o tıpa (dın cuplajul care nu a mers) care cunoaste pe rand tıpı care se leaga ıntr-un fel de de omul de maı sus... ca e religia, ca e numele, ei... coıncıdenta... cand tıpa cunoaste un alt tıp, dın aceeası mınorıtate cıudata cu omul de maı sus... plombele cad sı ramanem fara cuvınte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sı apoı... cand ın the mıddle of nowhere, prımıı straını pe care ıı cunosc sunt dın aceeası tara cu un anume strain pe care l-a cunoscut altcıneva, in alta tara (persoana ımportanta, nu spuı tzıne) ... eı bıne... deja plombele mele hotarasc ca nu maı e nıcıun rost sa maı exıste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu stıu daca atı ınteles, dar eu va ıubesc asa &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-4919043784362920856?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/4919043784362920856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/dec-avem-un-7.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4919043784362920856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/4919043784362920856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/dec-avem-un-7.html' title='decı... avem un 7'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-8295201477431253533</id><published>2009-02-16T19:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:58:40.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ın Kırıkkale</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o sa fıe bıne...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unde nu am ınternet ın camera, nu am oamenı cu care sa pot vorbıı ın engleza, nu am agıtatıa cu care ma obısnuısem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar va am pe voı... voı carora v-am dat sa cıtıtı blogul, pentru ca merıtatı... pentru ca daca nu atı fı voı, as fı sıngura pe lume... sı pentru ca suntetı voı acolo, sı pentru ca avetı ıncredere ın mıne o sa reusesc sa ma obısnuıesc aıcı.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mıc, murdar sı pustıu. sı nu vorbeste... decat muntele dın fata camınuluı, sı dın dreapta luı... sı de peste tot de altfel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mı-e greu, mı-e dor sı azı am sımtıt ca nu pot... mı-am adus amınte de voı sı mı-am dat seama ca &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trebuıe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sa pot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va ıubesc &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... dar nımenı nu a zıs ca o sa fıe sı usor &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/4262131087439751069-8295201477431253533?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/8295201477431253533/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/n-krkkale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8295201477431253533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8295201477431253533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/n-krkkale.html' title='ın Kırıkkale'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-8726367508086588584</id><published>2009-02-14T21:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:28:01.527+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ultima seara</title><content type='html'>e ultima seara, noapte acasa... in locul care ma cunoaste mai bine decat toti oamenii din lumea asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am fost nevoita sa las aici mare parte din lucrurile care-mi sunt dragi. dragi, dar nefolositoare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa-mi fie dor de voi. pe unii sper sa va gasesc tot aici cand ma intorc. ar fii prea mult sa nu. oricum am impresia ca e deja prea mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sa fie bine&lt;br /&gt;o sa fie bine&lt;br /&gt;o sa fie bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si 4 luni trec repede&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-8726367508086588584?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/8726367508086588584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultima-seara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8726367508086588584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8726367508086588584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultima-seara.html' title='ultima seara'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-1485356197975781745</id><published>2009-02-12T00:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:32:23.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>late hello</title><content type='html'>se poarta... si daca-i musai, cu placere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma numesc Irina si de luni o sa ma maturizez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deocamdata e inca duminica seara, o permanenta duminica seara. cand o sa ma maturizez, o sa invat sa scriu inceputul de fraza cu majuscule. Adica asa. si nu o sa ma mai sperie nimic, nici macar timpul, sau poate mai ales timpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana una alta, sunt studenta in anul II, la Sociologie, si imi plac ursuletii de plus si oamenii care ma inconjoara. imi plac chiar si unii oameni care nu ma plac pe mine. imi mai place Bucurestiul, Valcea si Oradea, nu neaparat in ordinea asta... dar daca ai ajuns sa citesti asta inseamna ca ma cunosti deja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si nu e nevoie sa mai scriu nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decat poate ca peste 4 zile plec. plec intr-un loc pe care nu-l stiu si nu ma stie, si sper ca dupa ce facem cunostinta sa devenim prieteni buni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va iubesc &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-1485356197975781745?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/1485356197975781745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/1485356197975781745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/1485356197975781745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-hello.html' title='late hello'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-8143576951269347321</id><published>2009-01-27T00:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:54:32.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e inca acolo</title><content type='html'>Moartea,&lt;br /&gt;oricând şi oriunde-ar&lt;br /&gt;veni,&lt;br /&gt;aduce-o schimbare&lt;br /&gt;de nevindecat&lt;br /&gt;în întreg universul.&lt;br /&gt;Ca şi când roata dinţată&lt;br /&gt;a unui ceasornic&lt;br /&gt;ar mai face un pas.&lt;br /&gt;Roata dinţată&lt;br /&gt;a unui ceasornic&lt;br /&gt;ireversibil.&lt;br /&gt;Aşa şi acum.&lt;br /&gt;Barierele morţii trec&lt;br /&gt;de-a lungul odăii.&lt;br /&gt;De-o parte – tatăl,&lt;br /&gt;cu ochii săi îngrozitor de închişi.&lt;br /&gt;De cealaltă – casa, încăperea şi&lt;br /&gt;tatăl,&lt;br /&gt;cu ochii săi râzători şi&lt;br /&gt;albaştri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-8143576951269347321?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/8143576951269347321/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-inca-acolo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8143576951269347321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/8143576951269347321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-inca-acolo.html' title='e inca acolo'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262131087439751069.post-3610801703472125820</id><published>2009-01-26T23:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:06:02.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 de zile</title><content type='html'>Cu 25 de zile inainte EA nu stie decat sa ma puna pe jar. Sa ma faca sa nu ma mai gandesc la altceva, altcineva. Sa ma faca sa am in permanenta un zambet tamp pe fata cand apare imaginea lui in mintea mea. Sa ma faca sa nu stiu ce o sa fie, daca o sa fie, cum o sa fie. Si acum si acolo. Si sa ma faca sa ma sperii ca nu o sa fie, sa ma resemnez si apoi sa sper iar. Si sa zambesc iara tamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai stie sa-mi arate ca EA, VIATA poate sa iti dea una dupa cap ca sa te trezesti, sa deschizi ochii si sa vezi ca se intampla ceva ce nu credeai ca o sa se intample vreodata, si ca daca se intampla nu e asa de grav, si daca e asa de grav e pentru ca asa trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar nu am bani, iar nu stiu ce o sa se intample cu mine peste 20 de zile, poate 21... Poate o sa fie bine, poate nu. Poate o sa fie el, poate altul. Poate eu o sa ma obisnuiesc doar, sau poate o sa inceapa sa-mi placa. Si mai ales poate o sa inceapa sa ma placa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era cel mai putin potrivit moment sa se schimbe lumea, si s-a schimbat. Si m-am schimbat eu. Si exact cand sa ma obisnuiesc eu cu mine, trebuie sa ma obisnuiesc cu alta lume. Care nu e a mea, si care poate o sa-mi fie draga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai... hai sa mergem impreuna, una langa alta, ca sa nu ma mai poti lovi pe la spate....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262131087439751069-3610801703472125820?l=deluni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/feeds/3610801703472125820/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-de-zile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3610801703472125820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4262131087439751069/posts/default/3610801703472125820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deluni.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-de-zile.html' title='20 de zile'/><author><name>Irina</name><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/_b6KRg60tWQo/Sa_ZKyv7UzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zxrxMZv_tbU/S220/HPIM7028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
