<?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-4708581378279220866</id><updated>2012-02-21T22:34:23.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a girl...Not yet a woman...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-4601300450839124289</id><published>2012-02-20T01:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T00:18:21.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In plus...Totul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;E o vorba care
spune cam asa : “Cel mai dureros lucru e sa fii&amp;nbsp;
in plus acolo unde odata erai totul.” Si adevarul cam asta e. Crestem.
Ne maturizam. Ne schimbam. Ne facem prieteni noi...insa dorul vechilor prieteni
il vom duce mereu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fiecare isi alege un alt drum in viata.
Ajungem sa strabatem tara sau poate chiar sa ii depasim granitele pt a gasi
ceva care sa ne defineasca,un loc in care sa ne dezvoltam ca oameni,ca si
caractere. Si, dat fiind acest lucru, la un moment dat lasam in urma oameni
langa care am petrecut o mare parte din timp,oameni dragi care si-au gasit deja
un rost acolo...acasa. Indirect insa,atunci cand nu mai stai ACASA...te
desprinzi cam de tot....si ajungi la un moment dat sa nu iti mai gasesti locul.
Ai vrea...ti-ai dori din tot sufletul sa fie ca la inceput...sau cel putin sa
nu se fi schimbat atat de mult totul. Dar totusi...circumstantele te fac sa te
simti ca si cand ai fi o piesa dintr-un alt puzzle. Si atunci....atunci te
intrebi cand oare s-au schimbat dimensiunile lumii tale? Candva,erai piesa
perfecta in acel puzzle si imagina de ansamblu era unda demna de invidie,iar
acum...aceeasi piesa...acelasi puzzle...nu se mai potrivesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Nu ai cum sa nu te intrebi ce s-a
intamplat. Nu are cum sa nu te afecteze. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toate aceste lucruri te fac sa nu te mai
simti caracterizat de aceleasi lucruri,locuri,oameni,printre care,odata,te
simteai in pielea ta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Si
incet incet te indepartezi...nu te mai simti legat de nimic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Si iti cauti alt loc ACASA,alti oameni,ale
imprejurari. Si poate la un moment dat gasesti acel loc care sa te
defineasca,in care sa simti ca esti piesa perfecta,dar mereu va fi acel semn de
intrebare care va trona peste nedumerirea: Cand anume ai ajuns sa fii in plus
acolo unde odata erai totul?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Viata merge
inainte si suntem mereu in cautare de puzzeluri pe care sa le intregim si
satisfactia intregului este de neegalat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-4601300450839124289?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/4601300450839124289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-plustotul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4601300450839124289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4601300450839124289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/02/in-plustotul.html' title='In plus...Totul...'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-6232713119496913547</id><published>2012-02-14T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:38:18.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ca nu suport ziua de asta, o stie oricine
ma cunoaste indeajuns de bine. Sunt anti tot ce inseamna jucarioare, pernute si
alte chestii date pe post de cadou in ziua de 14 februarie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Si se pare ca
sentimentul meu se intensifica de la un an la altu. Si cum ar putea fi altfel
cand azi, in mirobolanta zi de Sfantul Valentin, care este (ca sa citez un “mare”
om politic) nu gasesti taxiuri libere, nu gasesti locuri in localurile din oras
decat cu rezervare (care trebuia facuta cel putin cu o zi inainte), comanda la
pizza vine intr-o ora, o ora jumate (cand in mod normal dureaza 30-35 de
minute) si pe deasupra distante pe care le parcurgeai in 10 minute cu masina,
azi le faci in 15-20. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Trecand peste toate acestea, detaliez un pic ce a insemnat pt
mine 14.02.2012.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Trezirea a fost
undeva in jurul orei 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;0.00 pt ca aveam de dat un telefon. Problema rezolvata si
fuguta repede in pat sa-mi continui somnul. La 11.00 aveam sa primesc cea mai
buna veste, am luat examenul la analitica ( Multumesc Sorina!) si uite asa,
m-am trezit cu zambetul pe buze. Au urmat vreo 15 minute de vorba cu mami la
telefon pt ca nu aveam cum sa nu-i dau o asemenea stire. Dupa jumatate de ora
de verificat facebook, email si alte tabieturi de genu, m-am echipat si am iesit
sa dau zapada din jurul masinii. Inarmata cu o matura si o lopata, cu castile
in urechi, vreo 2 ore mi-am gasit de lucru. Imi pare rau ca nu am facut o poza
de genul Inainte/Dupa, ati fi inteles de ce mi-a luat atat timp. Am ajuns la
concluzia ca daca gasesc loc de parcare la strada, masina trebuie lasata cat
mai aproape de aceasta, mai ales atunci cand se anunta 2 zile de ninsoare
continua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-ascii-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Revenita acasa dupa munca grea (simteam cum mi se contractau muschii si
cand ma miscam, clar urmeaza 3 zile de febra musculara) m-am facut comoda in
fotoliu si m-am delectat cu cateva episoade din “Lie to me”, pe langa
preacunoscutul facebook. O invitatie la cafea din partea verisorului meu, in
jurul orei 15, a intrerupt monotonia si moleseala care pusesera stapanire pe
mine, si uite asa, vreo ora mi-am savurat espresso-ul lung cu lapte. Cateva drumuri
prin oras, tot cu taxi bineinteles (pt ca daca scot masina nu am loc de
parcare...motiv pt care urasc iarna) si iata-ma din nou acasa, acum, la 20:27
asteptand sa treaca timpul si sa merg in club, si asteptand sa imi vina mai
repede comanda la pizza pt ca stomacul incepe sa-mi dea concert. Intre timp,
imi continui vizionarea serialului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cam asta a fost Ziua mea de
Valentin...si inca nu s-a terminat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: IT;"&gt;Iubiti-va mult, Happy Valentine’s Day si alte urari de genu care au invadat
Facebook’ul azi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-6232713119496913547?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/6232713119496913547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/6232713119496913547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/6232713119496913547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-valentines-day.html' title='My Valentine’s Day'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-5039053652530153047</id><published>2012-02-07T21:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:30:54.107+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Alcoolul este viata si viata e alcool"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cam asa suna un binecunoscut vers al trupei Parazitii... Insa,nu toti au luat ce trebuie din contextul melodiei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sunt unii baieti,si nu o sa-i inteleg niciodata,care beau pana nu mai stiu de ei,ca doar asa pot sa se distreze,dupa spusele lor.Asemenea si fetele despre care vorbeam intr-un post anterior,care cred ca o seara de club se rezuma la a bea alcool.N-ar exista nici o diferenta dar junii,dupa cateva pahare se dau cocosi si se apuca de scandaluri.Nu toti,ce-i drept,dar o mare parte dintre ei fac asa. Si ei sunt aceia care crescand,devin barbati...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ...Barbatii,care isi ineaca amarul si problemele in alcool fara a constientiza ca nu aduce rezolvarea lor,ci din contra,le inmulteste. Sunt barbati care beau si ajung acasa si-si bat sotiile in fata copiilor,poate chiar si pe cei mici,fara a constientiza nici macar cat e negru sub unghie ca le distrug viitorul, ca le stirbesc sufletul si ca ii sensibilizeaza pana la limita. Un copil care asista la certuri si batai in casa,nu creste sanatos,nici mintal nici sufleteste. Copilul acela va suferi mereu si va ramane cu sechele. Si saracele mame sufera si indura pt binele copiilor,pt a creste alaturi de ambii parinti,fara a realiza ca tot le fac rau,pentru ca langa un astfel de om nu se poate trai in liniste. Si dorinta copiilor de a creste este din ce in ce mai mare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sunt unii copii care, crescand,capata &amp;nbsp;respect sau poate frica din partea tatalui si acesta inceteaza scandalurile si bataile.Sunt unii insa,care n-au nici o putere,indiferent de varsta,si nu pot pune punct certurilor si prefera sa fuga departe,pentru a-si continua vietile in liniste si intr-un mediu in care sa se poata dezvolta ca om. Si de fiecare data cand se intorc la ce au lasat in urma,li se accentueaza sensibilitatea si le revin oribilele amintiri in minte...si cad,din nou,in acea prapastie a sufletului, loc care pare fara sfarsit si care e cu atat mai dureroas cu cat e facut de cel care le-a dat viata si i-a crescut.Si pana nu se rup din nou si nu pleaca,nu se ridica din prapastie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Niciodata nu-i voi intelege pe aceia care recurg la astfel de comportament. Un bun prieten imi spunea ca starea si gandurile sunt permanente,insa ele prin viata cu ajutorul alcoolului. Un om cu o mentalitate sanatoasa nu va ajunge niciodata in situatia de a-si bate sotia sau copiii,nici macar atunci cand este beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pentru toti aceia care nu stiu ca bataia doare,nu atat trupeste,cat sufleteste,le dedic cu draga inima, cu totala desconsideratie si cu slaba speranta ca vor invata ceva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-5039053652530153047?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/5039053652530153047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/02/alcoolul-este-viata-si-viata-e-alcool.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5039053652530153047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5039053652530153047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/02/alcoolul-este-viata-si-viata-e-alcool.html' title='&quot;Alcoolul este viata si viata e alcool&quot;'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-4082607637249114257</id><published>2012-01-16T12:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T01:19:44.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All day long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ne
cunoastem cam de un an si jumatate,de cand am aflat ca suntem&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
colege de grupa. &lt;span lang="IT"&gt;La inceput era o relatie strict de colegialitate,
si&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ea de complezenta
cateodata, luand in considerare faptul ca nu ne&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
agreeam tot timpul.
Si perioada asta a durat un pic,pana a reusit&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
fiecare dintre noi
sa se acomodeze cu ceea ce implica viata de student&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
din cadrul
facultatii.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp; In momentul in care am inceput sa ne cunoastem,sa ne descoperim&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
una pe
cealalta,situatia s-a schimbat. Firi total&amp;nbsp; diferite,cu semne&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
zodiacale
distincte, avem totusi atat multe in comun. Ne ascultam, ne&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
ajutam,ne
completam, ne sprijinim si cel mai important,nu ne judecam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Am trecut de la
stadiu de colege la stadiul de prietene. Incet&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
incet,am inceput sa
petrecem mai mult timp impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
Saptamana asta, am avut o seara si o zi,numai ale noastre. Seara&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a fost geniala,cu
rasete, cu glume,cu mici nebunii, mistouri, urmariri&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
si multi kilometri
la bord pe ritmuri de BUG,Guess Who,manele si&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
muzica pop a anilor
2000. S-a terminat cu chiu cu vai,undeva aproape&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
de dimineata, din
pacate,fortate fiind de imprejurari. Oricum am&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
promis ca se va
repeta, asta-i doar inceputul. Ieri ne-am strans din&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
nou,undeva pe la
14, in cuibusorul de nebunii :) Scopul a fost punerea&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
la punct a materiei
pt examene dar bineinteles ca nu ne-am limitat&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
numai la asta. Am
reusit totusi sa ne ducem la bun sfarsit initiativa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
insa printre
vizionari de poze,verificari de mail/forum/facebook,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
glume, papica bun,
mondenitati, stiri despre proteste, telenovele si&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
muzica, iar pe
finalul serii am dat lupte seculare cu batranul xerox.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Am tras linie in jur de ora 1 si am atins un
record de 11 ore&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
petrecute impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp; &lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Ca o concluzie scurta la ceea
ce s-a relatat: "La cat mai multe&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
momente impreuna
fetele mele!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cu participarea:
Subsemata, Ade, Ralu, Zada, Bebe, Stefi si Oana (din&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
patut de la ea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-4082607637249114257?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/4082607637249114257/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-day-long.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4082607637249114257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4082607637249114257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-day-long.html' title='All day long...'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-5241807420678311188</id><published>2012-01-10T20:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:26:14.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ieri,luni,9.01.2011,in jurul orei 22 s-a nascut un nepotel de-al&amp;nbsp;meu. Avand in vedere ca relatia dintre mine si verisoara mea este mai&amp;nbsp;apropiata decat cu celelalte verisoare de acelasi grad,am tendinta de&amp;nbsp;a-l cosidera pe bebe primul meu nepotel. Poate si din cauza ca am fost&amp;nbsp;acolo la spital alaturi de alti 22 de&amp;nbsp;oameni,parinti,nasi,mosi,fini,prieteni.Pana si asistentele au zis ca atatia oameni la o nastere n-a vazut&amp;nbsp;niciodata. Era o atmosfera de buna dispozitie cu antren si glume. Si&amp;nbsp;ne plimbam dintr-o parte in alta si ne strangeam toti,din cand in&amp;nbsp;cand,cand&amp;nbsp; pe hol,cand la usa de unde se interzice accesul persoanelor&amp;nbsp; straine. Asteptam din clipa in clipa venirea pe lume a voinicului si&amp;nbsp;in acest timp,am vazut o mamica ce, probabil, astepta sa intre si ea&amp;nbsp;in sala sa dea nastere unei vieti, iar taticul o mangaia pe burtica si&amp;nbsp;vorbea cu copilatul.Mi s-a parut un tablou emotionant, Si intr-un&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;final,in jurul orei 22 am fost anuntati ca s-a nascut flacaul,un copil&amp;nbsp;de 3.370 g, frumos si sanatos. Iar peste o ora intram rand pe rand la&amp;nbsp;proaspata mamica si o felicita.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Azi am fost din nou la spital pt a-i duce un buchet de flori&amp;nbsp;mamicii si a-l vedea pe micutul Dominic Andrei. Este o frumusete de&amp;nbsp;copil,ce seamana la ochi si la frunte cu tata, la nas cu unchiu, iar&amp;nbsp;la buze, urechi si barbita cu mamica.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ma bucur pentru proaspetii parinti si le urez sa se bucure de&amp;nbsp;ingerasul lor si sa fie fericiti si sanatosi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-5241807420678311188?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/5241807420678311188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/01/babyboy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5241807420678311188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5241807420678311188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2012/01/babyboy.html' title='Babyboy'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-3162770923029396112</id><published>2011-12-28T01:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T01:20:58.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;SI EU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;IUBESC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ROMANIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Asa s-a numit noua campanie PRO TV.
Campanie realizata cu ocazia celei de-a 16-a editie aniversara chiar de ziua
nationala, 1 Decembrie, zi in care aproape in fiecare se trezeste samburele de
patriotism. Multi oameni au raspuns initiativei PRO TV-istilor pe site-ul lor,
spunand de ce iubesc Romania sau pe Facebook, atasandu-si la poza de profil
sablonul “SI EU IUBESC ROMANIA”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nu poti sa ignori tara in care traiesti. Cel
putin asta e parerea mea. Este nedrept sa nu-ti iubesti tara in care ai venit
pe lume, tara in care te-ai format ca om. Sunt nenumarate exemple care au facut
Romania sa fie cunoscuta,de la locuri si monumente pana la oameni. Ne bucuram
de valori care nu se gasesc niciunde in lumea asta. Sculpturile
bine-cunoscutului Constantin Brancoveanu, poeziile geniului Mihai Eminescu,
albastru de Voronet, unicul Dracula, Cimitirul Vesel de la Sapanta, fuiorul de
lana si razboiul din care tarancile au tesut cu atata maiestrie tapiseriile,
mamaliguta cu sarmale, slanina, prazul si palinca sunt doar cateva din
exemplele ce-mi vin in minte, insa sunt sigura ca sunt muult mai multe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si mandria Romaniei nu se rezuma
doar la atat. Sunt oameni mari, care prin faptele lor au reusit sa “faca loc”
tarii lor, printre marile puterii ale lumii. Amintind in treacat de Aurel
Vlaicu-inventatorul aviatiei (1909), Nicolae Paulescu-descoperitorul insulinei
(1921) si ajung la insasi comunistul Ceausescu,ce e denigrat de marea
majoritate,dar care a facut atatea lucruri bune pentru Republica Socialista
Romana. Nadia,alt om,tot fiica a Romaniei, a introdus, in mod indirect nota 10
pe tabelele de marcaj ale gimnasticii, reusind un exerciutiu perfect la Jocurile
Olimpice de la Montreal in vara lui 1976. Ilie Nastase este unul dintre cei mai
importanti jucatori de tenis al anilor ’70 fiind nr 1 mondial, doi ani
consecutivi (’72 si’73). Ion Tiriac, coleg de breasla si coechipier cu Ilie
Nastase, a participat si castigat numeroase turnee alaturi de acesta din urma,
cel mai important fiind cel de la Roland Garros din 1970. Gheorghe Hagi,
supranumit si “Regele fotbalului romanesc” este cel mai bun marcator din
istorie echipei nationale, iar ca jucator al Stelei a reusit sa aduca in tara,
Supercupa Europei in 1986. Adrian Mutu, Cristian Chivu, Andreea Raducan, Simona
Amanar, Camelia Potec, Elisabeta Lipa, Mihai Leu, Leonard Doroftei sunt doar
cateva nume ce au readus Romania in atentia stainilor si care au facut cinste
tarii lor.Alaturi de ei multi alti oameni s-au mandrit ca cetateni romani.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Avem atati artisti cu voci
minunate care nu au uitat sa cante in romana, in limba in care au pronuntat pt
prima oara mama. Incepand de la Ileana Sararoiu, Maria Ciobanu si pana la
Andra, Holograf, BUG Mafia, Directia 5, toti canta in dulcea limba romaneasca.
Si mai sunt si altii ca Inna, Alexandra Stan, Morandi care, chiar daca au
adoptat stilul american, tot Romaniei ii fac cinste cand sunt pe scena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunt
atatea valori si frumuseti in tara asta de care nu stim sa ne bucuram. Si, din
pacate, sunt si mai multi oameni care reusesc,cu sau fara voia lor, sa pateze
bunul renume al tarii sau sa faca atat rau incat sa induca celorlalti
sentimentul de dispret fata de Romania. Ea, saraca nu are nicio vina, ca
oamenii sunt asa cum sunt. Aud multi care zic: “Nu mai suport Romania, m-am
saturat de tara asta!” , insa de fapt nu suporta oamenii din Romania, oamenii
aceia care sunt sus-pusi si dau tot felul de legi tampite si care nu-si dau
nici cel mai mic interes ca lucrurile din tara asta sa mearga bine. Am inceput
sa fim luati in bataie de joc (asa cum fac francezii de cate ori au ocazia), sa
fim denigrati (asa cum fac toate celelalte popoare care au avut “tangenta” cu
conationalii nostri rromi), sa nu ni se acorde respect (asa cum s-a intamplat la
Campionatele Europene de scrima de la Sheffield, cand in loc de “Desteapta-te,
romane!” care trebuia sa rasune pt medaliatele cu aur, organizatorii au pus “Trei
culori”, lucru care le-a determinat pe sportive sa paraseasca podiumul). Asa
ceva e inadmisibil si, ceea ce este cel mai grav, este ca nimeni nu face nimic
si sunt putini aceia care lupta sa le fie bine in tara lor. Lumea fura, lumea
cerseste, lumea e somera din lene, insa toti au pretentii...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ar
trebui ca macar copii acestei tari sa se mobilizeze si sa reuseasca sa faca
tara asta sa functioneze mai bine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-3162770923029396112?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/3162770923029396112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/12/si-eu-iubesc-romania-asa-s-numit-noua.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/3162770923029396112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/3162770923029396112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/12/si-eu-iubesc-romania-asa-s-numit-noua.html' title=''/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-7920245394713636754</id><published>2011-12-27T00:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:38:48.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...zambesti mai tot timpul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...emani bucurie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...pot discuta deschis cu tine,despre orice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...nu judeci oamenii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...recunosti anumite lucruri care pt altii sunt taboo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ma scoti seara la plimbare "ca liliecii"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ma faci sa rad cu glumele "a la bendeac"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...imi ridici moralul de cate ori ma vezi ca o iau pe aratura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ai ceva al tau ce iti da un aer misterios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...te cunosc si te descopar incetul cu incetul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ai reusit sa-mi castigi increderea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...esti astroloaga mea "de serviciu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...imi spui "te iubesc' din senin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ma alinti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ma sustii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...esti realista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...esti visatoare uneori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...analizezi oamenii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...stii sa tii un secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...esti sensibila si puternica in acelasi timp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...esti romantica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...ne trimitem mesaje kilometrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...amandurora ne place sa scriem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...daca nu vorbesc cu tine simt ca e ziua neterminata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;...incerci sa ma bine-dispui de fiecare data cand ma vezi suparata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Pentru toate astea si pentru multe altele,te iubesc si iti multumesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-7920245394713636754?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/7920245394713636754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/12/pentru-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/7920245394713636754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/7920245394713636754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/12/pentru-ca.html' title='Pentru ca...'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-6142168088104711532</id><published>2011-11-23T19:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T19:07:14.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezamagire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Suntem oameni.Toti.Dezamagim si suntem dezamagiti.Intotdeauna,cel&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;ce este dezamagit,va dezamagi la randul lui si cu siguranta cel ce&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;dezamageste, va fi dezamagit,pt ca asa e viata, mereu se-ntoarce&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;roata. Si asta ati simtit-o cu totii pe pielea voastra,ca v-ati dat&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;seama sau nu,ca recunoasteti sau nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  Dar cum ramane cu aceia care dezamagesc si dezamagesc,pe toata&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;lumea,fara sa tina cont,fara sa se opreasca? Sunt oameni care&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;dezamagesc in multe feluri...tradeaza,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;insala,fura,mint,judeca,lovesc,nu se tin de cuvant. Si ma opresc&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;asupra ultimei categorii de oameni,deoarece am fost recent dezamagita&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;de oameni care nu-si respecta cuvantul. Eu sunt genul de persoana care&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1322067849_0" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;daca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; promite se tine de promisiune,sau macar face tot posibilul. Asta&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;in masura in care tine doar de mine si nu implica alte persoane. Si de&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;cele mai multe ori,daca am promis ceva, am dus lucrurile la bun&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;sfarsit. Au fost intr-adevar si dati cand nu mi-am respectat&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;cuvantul,dar ori nu a fost din vina mea,ori a fost vreun factor care m- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;a impiedicat. Revenind la restul...In cazul unei intalniri/reuniuni/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;iesiri,nu-mi plac oamenii care spun ca vin si sfarsesc prin a nu isi&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;onora angajamentuln sau atunci cand sunt sunati,nu raspund la&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;telefon.Merg pe premisa,daca am zis ca ma merg undeva,merg,iar daca nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;pot,refuz,sau anunt,in situatia in care se schimba planurile.Dar&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;niciodata nu zic ca merg,si apoi ma razgandesc si nu anunt.Asta este&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;dovada de neseriozitate si implicit duce la dezamagire. Si sunt unii&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;pe care nu-i intereseaza dar pentru oamenii pe care ii&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;dezamagesc,conteaza si poate de chestia asta depind multe,o relatie,o&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;prietenie,o amicitie,o viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  Suntem facuti sa trecem prin viata,cu bune si cu rele,cu&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;impliniri si dezamagiri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-6142168088104711532?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/6142168088104711532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/11/dezamagire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/6142168088104711532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/6142168088104711532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/11/dezamagire.html' title='Dezamagire'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-5476761393360465518</id><published>2011-10-31T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:35:16.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seara de club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;  Am fost in club intr-una din serile astea. Trecuse ceva vreme&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;buna de cand nu mai pusesem piciorul intr-unul. Uitasem cata&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;aglomeratie si cata inghesuiala e in cluburi intr-o seara studenteasca.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Din cauza,sau datorita (ca inca nu m-am lamurit) micului mare&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ghinion al meu (am ramas cu tocul de la pantof in mana), mai mult am&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;stat decat sa dansez,si am avut posibilitatea de a depasi granitele&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;imaginii de ansamblu a marii de oameni si de a analiza mai in amanunt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Si,exact cum zicea si Ade, am ajuns la concluzia ca, pt club, nimic nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;e prea scurt,prea decoltat sau prea transparent. Se depasesc cu brio&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;limitele bunului simt si ale bunului gust. Nu se tine cont de&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;machiajul prea stridend sau de coafurile mult prea nonconformiste. De&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;la piepturi dezvelite,pana la posterioare descoperite,baietii aveau o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;mare varietate de optiuni. Si-si scaldau ochii din plin...Si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"fericitele" posesoare se bucurau la fiecare privire alunecata de la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;gat in jos. Am vazut fete bete,care &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1320075185_0"&gt;abia&lt;/span&gt; se tineau pe picioare si se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;chinuiau din rasputeri sa stea drepte agatandu-se de baietii ce le&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;insoteau,si ei poate, la fel de beti. Mi se par dezgustatoare aceste&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;imagini,de-a dreptul dezolante si rusinoase pt respectivele. Ce&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ganduri le-or trece lor dimineata cand se privesc in oglinda de la baie?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  Pe de alta parte,am vazut si fete cu discernamant,care si-au ales&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cu gust vestimentatia si si-au asortat un machiaj incarcat dar cu bun&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;gust. Fete care se bucurau de muzica (foarte buna de altfel) fara a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;avea un pahar de bautura in mana dandu-l peste cap in 10 secunde si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;care se tineau pe picioarele lor pe tocuri de 12-15 cm fara a avea&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;nevoie de sprijin. Fete finute care nu atrageau atentia prin miscari&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;provocatoare.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  Am ramas cu o impresie usor dezamagitoare despre unele fete din&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;generatia mea, dar si cu zambetul pe buze, multumindu-i lui Dumnezeu ca eu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;nu-s ca ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-5476761393360465518?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/5476761393360465518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/10/seara-de-club.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5476761393360465518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5476761393360465518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/10/seara-de-club.html' title='Seara de club'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-5319197091176491290</id><published>2011-09-19T01:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T01:00:25.264+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mare...dor de mare... (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Scriam in postul anterior despre dorul meu de mare.... Acum&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;detaliez.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Imi cam luasem gandul de la mare vara asta, oarecum sigura ca n-o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;sa mai vad litoralul. Facultatea mea s-a prelungit un pic,cam toata&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;lumea avea planurile facute,ai mei fusesera in concediu asa ca imi&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;imaginam deja cum imi voi petrece vara pe sezlong...insa nu pe nisipul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;fierbinte,ci in curte. Dar de aici si pana la a-mi prelungi sederea pe&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;tinutul dobrogean nu a mai fost decat un pas.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  Tata,persoana imprevizibila,a ajuns acasa intr-o zi si a zis&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Weekendul viitor mergem la mare". Aveam sa stau vreo 4zile cu ei,ca&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;in urmatoarele 7 sa raman cu Ade si cu mosica,mama ei. Aici alte&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"necazuri". Mama lu Ade a mers la un curs de perfectionare si inca de&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;la inceput,s-a discutat ca desfasurarea cursului va avea loc in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Jupiter.Bucurie mare pe mine si pe Ade,mai ales ca nu vazusem&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;statiunea. Dupa ceva timp s-a decis ca nu va mai fi in Jupiter,ci se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;va tine in Venus,fiind cazate la un hotel de 4* cu all inclusive. Am&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;zis ca e bine, in ciuda faptului ca viata cotidiana in Venus e&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cam...lipsa. Intr-un final ni se comunica faptul ca nu vom mai sta&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;nici la Palace,hotelul cu all inclusive, ci ca vom sta la &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hoteldana.venusmangalia?ref=ts"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt;,tot&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;hotel de 4*. Putin dezamagita de faptul ca niciunul din planurile&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;anterioare nu s-a concretizat,am zis "Asta e,stam unde o fi", fara a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;avea macar habar cum se vor desfasura lucrurile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hoteldana.venusmangalia?ref=ts"&gt; Dana&lt;/a&gt; este diferit de celelalte hoteluri la care am fost. Pe langa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;arhitectura hotelului,ceea ce il diferentiaza de toate celelalte,este&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;verdeata,care este din belsug,si personalul. Incepand de la bucatarie&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;si pana la receptie,media de varsta este aproximativ 25 de ani. In&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;bucatarie sunt numai baieti. N-aveti idee cate si ce discutii si glume&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;au loc in spatele acelor usi. Barul are legatura directa cu terasa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;unde se servesc pranzul si cina,asa ca barmanii vad si observa tot ce&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;misca si sunt destul de vigilenti,avand un spirit de observatie foarte&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;bine dezvoltat. Fetele care fac curatenie in camere,desi sunt&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;tinere,fac treaba foarte buna si sunt mereu la dispozitia clientilor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  Pana aici nimic care sa denote doru meu aprig de mare. Dar,spre&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;finalul sejurului (spre finalul finalului...) ne-am imprietenit cu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cativa dintre cei care alcatuiesc personalul. Si era fain seara,cand&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;stateam la bar,cu un pahar in fata si ii vedeam pe toti cum se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;destindeau in timp ce strangeau,si cum renuntau la incordarea de peste&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;zi, atunci,la sfarsitul acesteia,cand stresul se termina. Si incepeau&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;glumele si tachinarile si era placut sa ii vezi la sfarsit de tura,cum&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;plecau,obositi,dar totusi multumiti ca s-a mai terminat o zi. Si a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;doua zi dimineata,erau fresh,nu simtea nici un fel de oboseala si cu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;un zambet discret spuneau "Buna dimineata!" clientilor. Sunt niste&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;oameni de nota 20.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Parerea mea e ca,intr-un sejur,conteaza conditiile oferite de&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;hotel dar si personalul contribuie la buna dispozitie a clientilor.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Asadar, la anul voi fii negresit la &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/hoteldana.venusmangalia?ref=ts"&gt;Dana&lt;/a&gt;,daca nu in concediu,macar in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;vizita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-5319197091176491290?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/5319197091176491290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/09/maredor-de-mare-part-2.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5319197091176491290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5319197091176491290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/09/maredor-de-mare-part-2.html' title='Mare...dor de mare... (part 2)'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-2225828762644771536</id><published>2011-09-06T00:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:22:50.618+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mare...dor de mare...</title><content type='html'>S-a terminat vacanta la mare insa inca tanjesc dupa zilele insorite incepute in spumele marii,continuate in apa limpede a piscinei si terminate cu un fresh racoros pe scaunul din fata barului... O sa revin cu un post zilele urmatoare in care o sa detaliez,atat cat e bine de stiut, mica mea escapada la malul marii.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stiu ca viata e scurta,dar odata cu aflarea
cate unui deces&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
parca o simt si mai scurta,iar cand cel care pleaca dintre noi e unul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
dintre persoanele pe care le cunoastem,cu care am stat si am&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
glumit,pare de doua ori mai scurta.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ca si copil,sa-ti ingropi parintii,e dureros,dar pana
la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
urma,asta e legea firii,care uneori se &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;pune&lt;/span&gt; in
aplicare mai&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
tarziu,alteori poate prea devreme.Ca parinte,sa-ti ingropi copilul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
este sfasietor,este peste puterea omeneasca.Si spun asta pt ca acela&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
care isi ingroapa copilul nu mai ramane om,o parte din el se rupe si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
pleaca odata cu cel caruia i-a dat viata.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In ultimul timp decesele in randul tinerilor s-au
inmultit&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
considerabil. Accidente rutiere,inecari,scandaluri si batai,toate&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
constituie evenimentele premergatoare unor tragedii.&lt;br /&gt;
Uneori viata e de neinteles pt ca nu iarta,iar noi nu avem de ales&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
decat sa ii urmarim firul. Ramanem fara un prieten,fara doi,si poate&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
si mai multi...Poate la un moment dat,raman ei fara noi...Sunt cazuri&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
in care,atunci cand se pierde un suflet,sufera un oras&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
intreg...parinti,rude,prieteni,colegi,amici, parintii&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
acestora,cunoscuti, si poate chiar si oameni care nu aveau nici o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
tangenta dar care au fost profund miscati de tragedie.Cand un oras&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
intreg regreta pierderea unui suflet,pana si cerul parca apasa si mai&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
greu pe sufletele oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Citesc mereu cuvinte frumoase despre cei care au parasit
lumea&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
asta. E greu sa descri in cuvinte ceea ce simti cand pierzi pe cineva&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
drag. Ceea ce n-am inteles niciodata este de ce unii simt nevoia sa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
spuna "daca ti-am gresit cu ceva,iarta-ma" . De ce nu facem
lucrul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
asta atunci cand inca mai sunt printre noi,cand inca pot ierta?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Se
deruleaza totul intr-un ritm prea alert iar eu cateodata&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
simt ca nu pot sa tin pasul....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Stiti probabil mai toti
clasica intrebare "Cum arata baiatu/fata&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
perfect/a?". Raspunsul meu ar fi ceva de genul : "Nu exista".
Da,sunt&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
de acord ca exista la un moment dat, o persoana in viata&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
fiecaruia,care este ACEA persoana,care este ceea ce si-a dorit,dar nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
este perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trecand peste capitolul "tipul
perfect",considerandu-l&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
lamurit,ajung la calitatile si defectele baiatului acela,pe care-l&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
astept. Incep in prima faza cu felul in care nu vreau sa fie,punand&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
accent pe negatie.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu vreau sa fie posesiv.La mine faza cu sunatul din ora in ora si 20&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
de mesaje intre apeluri cu clasicul "ce faci?",nu tine. Nu exista
"ma&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
plictiseam si vroiam sa vorbesc cu tine". Asta se cheama control iar&amp;nbsp;
&lt;br /&gt;
eu nu agreez asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu vreau mesaje kilometrice cu declaratii siropoasea,parca rupte din&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
filmele de dragoste de pe vremea bunicii. Imi place sa vorbesc prin&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
mesaje si imi plac declaratiile de dragoste dar nu asa...&lt;br /&gt;
Nu vreau sa am langa mine un catel : "da iubita,cum spui tu,cum vrei&amp;nbsp;
&lt;br /&gt;
tu". Vreau baiat cu personalitate,capabil sa ia niste decizii,si
chiar&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
daca zice ca mine,sa nu o faca cu voce de om spasit.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu agreez violenta,in concluzie nu vreau un om violent. La mine nu se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
face treaba cu bataia. Si nu ca ii iert prima palma,ca dupa prima vine&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
si a doua,si a treia si tot asa.&lt;br /&gt;
Spun un NU pronutat geloziei. E ok sa mai fie putin gelos,dar nu la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
modul "de ce se uita ala la tine?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;"de ce vorbisi cu
ala si de ce-l&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
pupasi?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;(referindu-ma la pupatul pe obraz),"cine
e?","unde&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
fusesi?","cu cine?" s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu vreau unul care sa dea cu pumnul in masa,sa-mi spuna ca el e barbat&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
si ca trebuie sa fac ca el.Nu exista...Suntem&lt;br /&gt;
in secolul XXI, acum este valabila egalitatea intre sexe.Si eu cred in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
chestia asta.Este adevarat ca sunt unele situatii in care barbatul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
trebuie sa se impuna,dar nu atat cat sa subjuge femeia.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu suport sub nici o forma fazele cu controlatul telefonului&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
mobil:mesaje, apeluri,poze. Ii arat eu,sau ii permit sa vorbeasca la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
telefonul meu,ok,dar nu sa agreez sa inceapa sa imi verifice&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
apelurile,mesajele sa vada cat si cu cine am vorbit. Cat timp eu nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
pun mana pe telefonul lui si am incredere,astept si&lt;br /&gt;
din partea lui acelasi lucru.&lt;br /&gt;
Am prietene,cunostiinte care zic:"Nu merg in barul respectiv ca nu
ma&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
lasa iubi","Nu pot sa vin cu voi in parc ca e iubi plecat din oras
si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
nu ies fara el". Mare STUPIZENIE(ca sa o citez pe profa mea de&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
geografie din liceu). Hello!!...suntem intr-o relatie,avem o viata&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
impreuna,dar fiecare are viata lui si in afara de asta. Asa cum el se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
duce cu baietii la bere,asa ies si eu cu fetele la un suc. Nu suport&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
dependenta,si nu-mi place sa fiu dependenta de cineva sau sa fie&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
cineva dependent de mine. Nu imi pune restrictii. Daca vreau eu sa nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
fac un lucru,pt ca ma gandesc la el si pt a-i fi lui bine,ok,e&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
alegerea mea.Dar nu imi spune "nu face aia!","nu te duce
acolo!,ca asa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
vreau eu!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lasand putin in urma aspectele negative,ma opresc putin
la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
capitolul"cum as vrea sa fie EL",si din punctul asta de vedere as
cam&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
avea cateva dorinte...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As vrea sa am langa
mine un baiat care sa-mi spuna ca sunt frumoasa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
dimineata la prima ora cand nu sunt "ascunsa" sub stapanirea&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
machiajului;un baiat care sa ma tina de mana prin parc si sa fie&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
mandru daca intorc altii capul dupa mine si sa stie ca am ochi numai&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
pt el.As vrea ca baiatul cu care sa ma plimb pe strada,sa aiba simtul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
umorului dar sa stie sa fie si serios,atunci cand situatia o cere.As&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
vrea sa ma surprinda cu gesturi marunte dar cu mare incarcatura&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
sufleteasca,emotionala...As vrea sa ma uit in ochii lui si sa-i citesc&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
iubirea. Mi-ar placea ca el sa fie genu de persoana care citeste&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
oamenii,sa ma puna sub observatie,sa vada si sa-mi spuna ce-mi place&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
si ce nu,cum reactinez in anumite situatii.Sa vrea sa ma descopere,si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
sa aiba rabdarea de a o face,nu sa-i spun eu dinainte "asta imi&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
place,asta nu-mi place".Am inca suflet de copil si vreau ca atunci&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
cand sunt cu el,sa fiu alintata si rasfatata.As vrea sa stie sa faca&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
diferenta intre un "vreau sa fiu singura"-atunci cand chiar
simt&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
nevoia si intre unul care de fapt se traduce "nu ma lasa singura".
As&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
vrea un baiat care sa recunoasca atunci cand ii e frica,sa se uite la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
filme romantice cu mine si sa nu se sfiasca sa-mi planga in brate ca&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
un copil mic daca are vreo suparare foarte mare sau cand il&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
emotioneaza ceva..As vrea un copil care sa dea dovada de maturitate si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
de un matur care sa dea dovada de infantilitate deopotriva.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cam astea sunt dorintele mele...deocamdata. Poate pe
parcurs,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
odata cu trecerea timpului,cu maturizarea,vor creste si asteptarile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sau se vor schimba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-541074515112943277?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/541074515112943277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/541074515112943277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/541074515112943277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect.html' title='&quot;Perfect&quot;'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULoxNhU9MFg/Tgm1liSkeUI/AAAAAAAAADk/7rIm9KVU4ZY/s72-c/550238065_58b77bbee0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-5445347608015942310</id><published>2011-05-29T23:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:42:32.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Incep renovarile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Ploua.Si e rece.Si nu se mai opreste. M-am saturat. Si nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;neaparat din cauza vremii de afara,ci din cauza interiorului.E in ton&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cu vremea. Nu-mi place. Sunt tonuri de gri care sperie pe oricine&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;reuseste sa sparga &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1306701690_0"&gt;usa&lt;/span&gt; si sa intre timid. Nu mai vreau! Vreau un soare&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;mare si puternic sa-mi incalzeasca "casa". Gata! M-am hotarat. De&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;maine sa zugravesc in culori vii. Un verde puternic pe unul din&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"pereti",care sa-mi aminteasca mereu de prospetimea primaverii,altul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;va avea culoarea auritului soare de vara, care va aduce un strop din&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;bucuria zilelor toride si o usa mica pe care ii las pe ceilalti sa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;vina in vizita.Pe cel de-al treilea,las copilul din mine sa-si puna&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;amprenta,astfel,voi avea mereu un colt in care se va simti puritatea,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;infantilitatea si jovialitatea. Pe ultimul pun o fereastra mare,pe&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;post de vitrina,careia ii asortez niste draperii in culori&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cameleon,asa incat sa lase sa se vada doar anumite parti din interior&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;si sa ii atraga pe cei care sunt cu adevarat interesati sa vada ce-i&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;in spatele lor. Iar la intrare...la intrare imi "zidesc" un zambet&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;larg si calduros, care sa fie un "bun venit" pt toti dar si un "ramas&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;bun" pentru cei care vin doar in vizita si lasa cate o amintire. Pt&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;restul,cei care intra doar sa vandalizeze,am acelasi zambel care insa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;arata bucuria ca au parasit locuinta mea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Trec la treaba...incep renovarile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-5445347608015942310?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/5445347608015942310/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/05/incep-renovarile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5445347608015942310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5445347608015942310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/05/incep-renovarile.html' title='Incep renovarile'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-4492406451589036257</id><published>2011-05-15T23:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:46:31.156+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurnal de weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am luat drumul Bucurestiului.Sfarsit de saptamana ("vichend" pt&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cunoscatori :p) petrecut la capitala.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Am inceput sa scriu pe drum,in tren,castile in urechi,plictiseala&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;maxima. Din cand in cand mai puneam pauza,ascultant discutiile,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;relativ scurte,ale insotitorilor de calatorie,ajunsi la venerabila&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;varsta a treia,pline de subiectivitate cu privire la economia&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;tarii,rautatea si viclenia oamenilor precum si responsabilitatile&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;lucratorilor CFR. Mi-am pornit muzica in casti si,pana in momentul in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;care garniturile trenului au ajuns la cap de linie,nu le-am mai dat jos.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Odata ajunsa la destinatie,ne-am, cu tot cu Ade,ca fara nu plec&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;nicaieri, intalnit cu prietena ei Anca,si am plecat la hoinarit prin&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Micul &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1305492131_0"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;. Fiind ziua cam pe sfarsite si neavand prea mult timp la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;dispozitie,am vazut Parcul Cismigiu,putin cam aglomerat,ca doar era&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;vineri dupa masa,si,ca niste fete care se respecta,am ajuns si prin&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;mall, unul dintre cele mai mari,din cate am inteles,Afi cotroceni.Doar&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;in vizita,ca eram cam obosite si n-am prea avut starea necesara.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ziua de sambata se prevestea a fi una extrem de incarcata...si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cam asa a fost. Plecate de dimineata,de pe la 9 jumatate,am facut o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;plimbare prin Herestrau,am trecut tangential pe langa Arcul de&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Triumf,am vazut cladirea Parlamentului,exteriorul,ca in interior nu ni&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;s-a permis,am vizitat Palatul Mitropoliei,si ne-am oprit iar la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;mall,de data asta in Unirea Shopping City,si nici n-am plecat cu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;bratele goale,cum facusem cu o seara inainte. Dupa atatea plimbari si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;ameteli,ca Unirea este ametitor prin structura si prin aranjarea&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;magazinelor,am ajuns in camera de camin.Un pui de somn zdravan(vreo&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2ore) ne-a incarcat cu energie,iar seara am strabatut o parte din&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;centrul vechi. Pe ansambul nu prea m-a fascinat pe mine capitala,dar&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;centrul vechi m-a cucerit efectiv. Plus ca am prins Trupa Veche&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;concertand,iar cand am ajuns noi canta "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZXojqPZrqQ"&gt;18 ani&lt;/a&gt;" (moment al vietii mele&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;care a fost cel mai frumos).Ce poate fi mai frumos de atat?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Despre oameni,ce pot spune...? Nonconformisti.Asa i-as descrie&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;intr-un singur cuvant.Tinute extravagante, frizuri care mai de care&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;mai neobisnuite,dar toti intorceau capul in momentul in care imi&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;auzeau accentul de olteanca. Am vazut si persoane care aveau simtul&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;esteticului si al bunului gust. Sunt curioasa cum sunt ei ca oameni,ce&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;suflet au,pt ca,despre olteni,de exemplu,se stie ca sunt&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;rautaciosi,impulsivi si cam egoisti. Imi displace traficul.Mi-a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;displacut traficul. Infernal.Cam &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1305492131_1"&gt;asta e&lt;/span&gt; impresia care mi-a facut-o. Si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;totul mi s-a parut ca se deruleaza cu o viteza mult prea mare. Soferii&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;conduceau cu viteza,oamenii nu aveau rabdare la semafor nici cand era&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;rosu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Am parasit Bucurestiul in dimineata zilei de duminica,luand-o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;catre casa,ca tot acolo e cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Am sa revin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-4492406451589036257?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/4492406451589036257/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/05/jurnal-de-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4492406451589036257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4492406451589036257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/05/jurnal-de-weekend.html' title='Jurnal de weekend'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-8164033886433665816</id><published>2011-03-23T22:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:25:13.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolie/regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ca si copii...ni se pare
dezgustatoare scena sarutului dintre doi indragostiti pe care,intamplator, o
mai zarim la televizor sau undeva pe strada. Ceva timp mai tarziu,aceeasi
scena,pentru aceiasi copii,prinde conotatii diferite. Dezgustul nu-si mai are
locul fiind inlocuit treptat de curiozitate,dorinta si nerabdare. Ca fete,visam
mereu la primul zambet,prima tinere de mana,primult film,primul sarut,prima
data,lucruri care ne si raman intiparite in memorie. Sunt fete in ziua de azi
care duc la bun sfarsit toate aceste lucruri intr-o ordine complet arbitrara
fara a respecta cronologia firii pt bunul mers al lucrurilor. Eu una,ca sa fiu
sincera le compatimesc,dar...discutia despre acest subiect probabil intr-un
post viitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Crestem...si odata cu noi si
dorinta de a avea langa noi un baiat pt care sa insemnam mai mult decar restul
fetelor. Majoritatea fetelor isi doresc ca acel baiat sa aiba ceva din
calitatile tatalui lor,sa se identifice cu acesta intr-o oarecare masura. Pt
cele mai putin norocoase,acel baiat trebuie sa fie opusul celui care a detinut
titulatura de tata. Ajungem la o varsta cand stim exact ce calitati ne
atrag,peste ce defecte trecem cu vederea, si ce asteptari avem de la baiatul
care va fi langa noi. De multe ori insa,suntem tentate sa cerem...din ce in ce
mai mult...si sa nu dam in schimb nimic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Devenim nebultumite de ceea ce avem si
tanjim dupa altceva...si dam gres. Nu tot timpul, dar sunt o multime de cazuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ce facem atunci cand gasim ceea
ce cauta,sau cel putin suntem multumite de ceea ce am gasit, si,din diverse
motive,circumstante,situatii, ramanem fara ceea ce credeam ca ni se
potriveste&amp;nbsp;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Incercam sa ne reorientam spre altcineva...trebuie...dar
tot ramanem cu senzatia aia amaruie ca nu am avut ceea ce am dorit. Si daca
distanta este un impediment,poate putem depasi acest impediment,dar atunci cand
intervine o persoana...greutatea ce aparasa pe suflet capata dimensiuni mult
mai mari. Si poate cea mai mare greutate pt noi,este ca dupa ce am avut langa
noi o persoana pe care am considerat-o potrivita, suntem tentate sa facem
termeni de comparatie si in capul nostru mereu o sa fie afirmatii de genul: “El
nu facea asa. El stia cat de mult imi place sa... El ma privea altfel,ma
atingea altfel,ma iubea altfel.”. Si chestiile astea dor...pt ambele parti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sa incercam sa ne bucuram de
fiecare persoana pe care o avem langa noi si sa profitam la maxim de timpul pe
care il petrecem impreuna...cand nu va ma fii langa noi vom regreta....si vom
duce dorul. E mai usor de trait cu melancolia clipelor placute decat cu
regretul posibilelor momente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-8164033886433665816?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/8164033886433665816/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/03/melancolieregret.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/8164033886433665816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/8164033886433665816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/03/melancolieregret.html' title='Melancolie/regret'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-1085881023595792699</id><published>2011-03-01T19:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:10:08.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>M-am indragostit :x</title><content type='html'>Cum ma intorceam eu azi asa linistita de la facultate si asteptam la semafor (suparata...ca nu suport deloc semoafoarele si incerc sa le evit cat pot de mult...mai bine merg 2km in plus decat sa stau 2 min la semafor), trecu pe langa mine,pe banda 1 o masina alba care,mie imi capta atentia. Nu era un model pe care il stiam...si ma uitai atenta sa vad ce model e...reusi sa vad ca era Peugeot insa nu vedeam ce model (nu ma pricep eu foarte bine la masini,insa modelele peugeot le cam stiu). Trecu inaintea mea cu cateva masini si ma tot uitam sa vad unde opreste.Spre norocul meu trase la un moment dat pe dreapta si reusi sa vad...era noul model &lt;a href="http://masini.ro/stiri/iata-noul-peugeot-508-11174.htm"&gt;Peugeot 508&lt;/a&gt; . Stiu ca multi cred ca Peugeot-urile nu sunt masini bune,dar nu vorbesc de proprietatile motorului,ci ma refer strict la desing-ul exterior. Pe mine ma fermeca. M-am indragostit :) ....asa ca de...1 Martie :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Si ca tot veni vorba de 1 Martie, vreau sa vina primavara,m-am saturat de frig...vreau caldura,tricouri,pantaloni scurti si ochelari de soare...miros de primavara,flori inflorite si sentimente frumoase...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-1085881023595792699?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/1085881023595792699/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/03/m-am-indragostit-x.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/1085881023595792699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/1085881023595792699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/03/m-am-indragostit-x.html' title='M-am indragostit :x'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-3364073699816019955</id><published>2011-02-19T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:52:11.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Ea...ma cunoaste ca nimeni altcineva. Ea imi stie pe de rost fiecare&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;gest,fiecare miscare,fiecare grimasa. Ma vede de atatea ori pe zi&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;incat suntem una si aceeasi persoana. Imi stie toate secretele. Nu pot&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;sa-i ascund nimic. M-a vazut in toate ipostazele,asa cum nu a facut-o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;nimeni. M-a vazut atunci cand am fost trista si cand sufeream din&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cauza lucrurilor care se intamplau in jurul meu. M-a vazut atunci cand&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;radiam de fericire cand mi s-a implinit cate o dorinta. M-a vazut&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;goala si m-a vazut imbracata. Ei ii cer mereu parerea in legatura cu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;felul in care arat. In fata ei mi-am prins in graba parul intreband-o&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Sta bine?" dar ne mai asteptand raspunsul am zis "Merge si-asa...ma&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;grabesc" si tot in fata ei mi-am aranjat minutios fiecare suvita&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;atunci cand doream sa fiu cocheta. Ea e cea careia ii spun "buna&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;dimineata" in fiecare zi si tot ei ii adresez "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1298130572_0" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;noapte buna&lt;/span&gt;" cand&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;aceasta se sfarseste. Ea imi stie toate povestile,triste,vesele,toate&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;idealurile si toate dezamagirile. Cunoaste fiecare om cu care intru in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;contact,pt ca fiecare isi lasa amprenta asupra mea si ma vede mereu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;schimbata. Ma asculta mereu fara sa imi aduca vreo acuza ca sunt prea&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cicalitoare. M-a vazut cand am iubit si cand am fost iubita,m-a vazut&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cand am suferit si cand am facut pe altii sa sufere. In fata oamenilor&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;sunt cum vreau eu,dar ea e singura in fata careia vreau sa fiu asa cum&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;sunt. Si asa si sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ma va asculta mereu si va fi intotdeauna acolo pt mine... Ea este&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;oglinda din dormitorul meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-3364073699816019955?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/3364073699816019955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/02/ea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/3364073699816019955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/3364073699816019955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/02/ea.html' title='Ea...'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-4450699024809653163</id><published>2011-02-14T00:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:25:16.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-V day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Azi e “Valentine’s Day”. Din
punctul meu de vedere o mare prostie... Sunt ANTI-Valentine’s Day&amp;nbsp; sau ANTI-Sfantul Valentin sau cum mai vreti
voi sa ii spuneti.... Mi se pare cea mai mare prostie, cand vad baieti si fete
care se agita, nestiind ce cadou sa ii faca persoanei iubite in ziua de 14
februarie. Intrebari: Oare numai atunci stiti ca trebuie sa faceti un cadou
placut persoanei de langa voi? Dragostea se sarbatoreste intr-o singura zi? &amp;nbsp;Sa nu fiu inteleasa gresit...nu am nimic
impotriva celor care sarbatoresc si cred in aceasta zi,dar personal,ma
enerveaza la culme. Si asa ca sfat de sfarsit de post... baieti si
fete...faceti surprize placute si serbati-va iubirea alaturi de persoana pe
care o aveti indiferent de data,de ora. Iubiti-va si bucurati-va de ceea ce
aveti si de faptul ca aveti pe cineva langa voi. Nu va trebuie o data anume
care sa va aduca aminte ca sunteti indragostiti. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-4450699024809653163?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/4450699024809653163/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/02/anti-v-day.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4450699024809653163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4450699024809653163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/02/anti-v-day.html' title='Anti-V day'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-4054695806604677365</id><published>2011-02-09T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:12:21.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Omul</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fiinta superioara,sociala,care se caracterizeaza
prin&amp;nbsp;gandire,inteligenta si limbaj articulat.Cam asta ar fi
definitia&amp;nbsp;restransa pt cuvantul "om".&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Intr-o analiza mai ampla...omul este fiinta
superioara;intr-adevar omul este situat undeva deasupra tuturor,fiind o
fiinta&amp;nbsp;complexa din toate punctele de vedere.Omul este social;este
implicit&amp;nbsp;acest lucru pt ca traim in comuniune si ne adaptam destul de greu
sau&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
poate chiar deloc in pustietate,de unul singur.Omul are nevoie sa&amp;nbsp;socializeze,ceea
ce ii denota statutul pe care il primeste.Omul se&amp;nbsp;caracterizeaza prin
gandire;complet adevarat. Da,stiu ca si animalele&amp;nbsp;gandesc insa omul o face
la un nivel mult mai ridicat.Omul se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
caracterizeaza prin inteligena,pt e capabil sa inventeze lucruri,sa&amp;nbsp;faca
lumea sa evolueze.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Comportamentul uman insa,variaza de la o persoana la
alta. Sunt&amp;nbsp;atatea tipuri de oameni,de figuri,de gesruri si manifestari.Modalitate
de a actiona in anumite imprejurari sau situatii,cam asta&amp;nbsp;ar fi definitia comportamentului.
Oricat am vrea noi sa actionam asa&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
cum trebuie,se intampla cateodata sa calcam stramb...pana la urma asta&amp;nbsp;inseamna
a fi om...a face si greseli si a invata ceva din ele.Sau&amp;nbsp;nu.Depinde de cat
de om esti....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Asta a fost asa,o mica introducere,pt
ca,de fapt,aici vroiam&amp;nbsp;sa ajung:greseala umana. Sunt multe greseli pe care
oamenii le fac de-a lungul vietii,unele dintre ele sunt mult mai grave
decat&amp;nbsp;altele,unele pot fi chiar fatale. Eu cred ca la baza fiecarei
greseli&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
sta inconstienta. Daca fiecare dintre noi ar acorda mai multa&amp;nbsp;importanta
fiecarei actiuni din viata noastra poate nu am mai face&amp;nbsp;atatea greseli. Poate
nu ar mai fi atat de grave pt ca de existat tot&amp;nbsp;vor exista. Am observat o
chestie care mie mi s-a parut interesanta,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
si anume ca indiferent de lucrul pe care il faci,fata de cineva&amp;nbsp;gresesti
in momentul respectiv. Chiar daca tu ai impresia ca ceea ce&amp;nbsp;faci e
corect,cineva tot se va supara si va considera ca ai gresit si&amp;nbsp;chiar daca
nu faci nimic,tot gresesti ca trebuia sa faci ceva...Nu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
poti multumi niciodata pe toata lumea...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In alta ordine de idei,oameni care gresesc sunt
multi,toti&amp;nbsp;chiar.Oameni care constientizeaza ca au gresit sunt mult
mai&amp;nbsp;putini,dar oameni care si recunosc ca au gresit sunt foarte&amp;nbsp;putini.Nerecunoasterea
se ascunde in spatele lasitatii,a fricii sau a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
orgoliului prostesc ce sopteste mereu "eu nu gresesc niciodata". Total&amp;nbsp;eronat.
Un om care isi recunoaste greseala nu inseamna ca e slab,aviz&amp;nbsp;barbatilor
care sunt de (proasta) parere ca daca recunosc ca au gresit&amp;nbsp;isi pierd din
autoritate. Nu exista asa ceva.Intr-adevar,sunt si cazuri in care lasitatea
pune stapanire pe noi si&amp;nbsp;desi stim ca am gresit,constientizam asta si vrem
sa recunoastem,nu&amp;nbsp;putem. Parca se pune o bariera pe care scrie "pe
aici nu se trece" si&amp;nbsp;uite asa intentia noastra de a vorbi se
pierde...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mai sunt de asemenea,oamenii care nu vad greselile lor,dar
le&amp;nbsp;observa pe ale celorlalti, oameni care mi se par perfecta
intruchipare&amp;nbsp;a proverbului "Vezi paiul din ochiul altuia dar nu vezi
barna din&amp;nbsp;ochiul tau".Si culmea,se intampla cateodata,ca cei care iti
reproseaza&amp;nbsp;niste lucruri sa fie dintre aceia care fac exact aceleasi
greseli.Da,poate iti atrag atentia cu scopul de a te face sa realizezi ca
ceea&amp;nbsp;ce fac ei nu e bine si doresc sa nu faci si tu asa. Dar poate ar fi
ok&amp;nbsp;daca cei care fac lucruri de genul acesta n-ar face-o pe un ton
de&amp;nbsp;superioritate care practic te lasa si fara cuvinte.Sa nu ai&amp;nbsp;posibilitatea
sa te aperi,sau sa-ti justifici greseala atunci cand iti&amp;nbsp;doresti cu
adevarat s-o faci,mi se pare nedrept fata de tine ca&amp;nbsp;persoana.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Asa ca,cei care sunt atat de "binevoitori"
in a ii face pe altii&amp;nbsp;sa vada ce greseli fac,sa se gandeasca de doua ori
inainte de a pune&amp;nbsp;problema...in primul rand la cum sunt ei si in al doilea
rand la&amp;nbsp;modalitatea in care atrag atentia omului respectiv.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Si ca final de articol,sa incercam sa reducem numarul
greselilor&amp;nbsp;din viata noastra si in acelasi timp sa invatam ceva din cele
pe care&amp;nbsp;le-am facut pt a nu le mai repeta. Si...asa cum zice inca o vorba “Sa
invatam din greselile altora,pt ca nu ne ajunge toata viata sa le facem noi pe
toate”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-4054695806604677365?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/4054695806604677365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/02/omul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4054695806604677365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4054695806604677365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/02/omul.html' title='Omul'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-2864803406799523638</id><published>2011-02-09T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:25:40.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Niste raspunsuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Am
intrat zilele trecute pe blocul lui Dani Otil si am citit diverse
articole,printre care si unul scris de Mihaela,in care vorbea despre un
spectacol al lui Razvan Mazilu la care participase. Am luat&amp;nbsp; un mic pasaj care mi s-a parut interesant si
va invit sa raspundeti la intrebarile de mai jos...sub anonimat (ca sa nu va
simtiti amenintati) dar sincer... sau...macar pt voi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Sunt
intrebari din acel spectacol, dar si altele, care nu-si aveau rostul acolo.
Sunt intrebari care vin peste noi, dar le (ne) ducem cu vorba. Sunt intrebari
la care nimeni nu poate raspunde in locul nostru. Uneori nici noi nu putem
raspunde, inca….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. Cand
ai simtit ca parintii tai au fost cu adevarat mandri de tine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;2. Pe
cine ai dezamagit cel mai tare ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;3.
Care este cel mai frumos vis pe care l-ai pierdut pe drum ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;4. La
ce esti cel mai bun , ce stii sa faci mai bine decat toti oamenii pe care-I
cunosti personal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;5.
Cine e iubirea vietii tale ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;6. Ce
functioneaza cel mai putin bine in relatia ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;7. Ce
crezi ca e cel mai enervant la tine, in ochii celor dragi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;8. Care
a fost cel mai erotic moment din viata ta in doi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;9. Cine
a avut cel mai perfect trup cu care ai facut sex (dragoste..) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;10. Care
e lucrul cel mai groaznic pe care l-ai face pentru bani ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;11. Care
crezi ca e cea mai importanta calitate pe care ai mostenit-o de la parintii tai
?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;12. Cand
ai simtit ca ai aratat cel mai bine din toata viata ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;13. Care
e cel mai prost om pe care-l cunosti ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;14. Care
e sunetul care te enerveaza cel mai tare ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;15. La
ce eveniment din viata ta ai fost cel mai emotionat (emotionata) ? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;16. Care
ar fi singurul lucru pe care ti-ar placea sa-l furi (fiind singura sansa de a-l
avea..)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;17. Cu
cine ai avut cea mai proasta experienta sexuala din viata ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;18. Care
a fost cel mai stanjenitor moment din viata ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;19. In
fatza cui te simti cel mai pierdut, emotionat, blocat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;20. Care
e cea mai erotica aroma pe care ai simtit-o vreodata ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;21. Cand
ti-a fost cel mai greu sa spui adevarul ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;22. Cine
e persoana cu care ai vrea cel mai tare sa ai o aventura&amp;nbsp; (one night
stand..) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;23. Ce-ai
vrea sa schimbi cel mai tare in viata ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;24. Cu
cine vorbesti cel mai des despre sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;25. Care
e cea mai proasta scuza pe care ai folosit-o vreodata ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;26. Ce
nu i-ai putea ierta niciodata omului pe care-l iubesti ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;27. Ce
calitate a jumatatii tale de viata iti este cea mai draga ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;28. Care
a fost jucaria ta preferata in copilarie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;29. Care
ti se pare cea mai seducatoare ipostaza a ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;30. Pe
cine te bazezi daca ti se intampla o nenorocire &amp;nbsp;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;31. Care
a fost cel mai bun sfat pe care nu l-ai urmat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;32. Pe
cine simti cel mai tare nevoia sa protejezi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;33. Care
e cea mai mare fantezie sexuala a ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;34. Care
e domeniul despre care ai vrea sa stii cel mai mult ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;35. Cine-ti
lipseste cel mai tare in acest moment ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;36. In
ce privinta crezi ca esti cel mai putin inteles ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;37. Care
e cel mai bun lucru de facut dupa sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;38. Care
e cel mai frumos cuvant din limba ta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;39. Unde
te simti cel mai in siguranta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;40. Care
a fost cel mai bizar loc in care ai facut amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;41. Care
a fost cel mai frumos compliment ce ti s-a facut vreodata ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;42. Care
e persoana care te face sa razi, sa te simti relaxat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;43. Pentru
ce te rogi cel mai des ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;44. Pentru
cine din viata ta crezi ca esti sau ai fost cel mai bun partener de sex ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;45. Cine
te-a influentat cel mai mult pana acum ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;46. Care
a fost primul tau vis implinit ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;47. In
ce an al vietii tale ai simtit ca te-ai schimbat cel mai mult ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;48. Care
a fost cel mai indraznet lucru pe care l-ai facut&amp;nbsp; (sau l-ai face) cu o
persoana de acelasi sex cu tine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;49. Ce
inventie din acest secol crezi ca are cel mai mare impact in viata ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;50. Care
a fost cel mai romantic moment din viata ta ? Iar daca n-a fost, cum ar arata
el ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Intrebarile
despre noi nu sunt niciodata de ajuns. Raspunsurile cateodata, insa, sunt
suficiente ca sa ne duca mai departe, acolo unde am vrea de fapt sa ajungem,
daca ne-am preocupa mai mult de noi insine, decat de altii…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Astept &amp;nbsp;NISTE RASPUNSURI…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;De-a
lungul timpului am avut alaturi de mine oameni la care am tinut foarte mult,de
care m-am atasat,pe care i-am iubit,pe care i-am dezamagit,dar de la care,cu
siguranta,am avut de invatat cate ceva. Au fost persoane speciale pt
mine,persoane alaturi de care am trait momente frumoase sau momente mai putin
frumoase,persoane de care ma leaga o multime de amintiri. I-am dezamagit pe
acesti oameni...pe unii mai mult...pe unii mai putin... Pentru ei...si pentru
tot ce au facut pentru mine am scris acest articol..&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Uneia din persoane, tin sa ii multumesc pentru
ca niciodata nu a dat inapoi si a fost langa mine indiferent cat de greu mi-a
fost. S-a bucurat alaturi de mine atunci cand mi-a fost bine si a plans alaturi
de mine atunci cand am dat de greutati. Mi-a aratat ca viata trebuie luata asa cum
e si pana la urma...daca nu iti reuseste ceva... “asta e”...asa e viata,cu bune
si cu rele. Am invatat de la ea ca viata trebuie traita cu zambetul pe buze. Ea
imi ridica mereu moralul atunci cand sunt cu el la pamant si ma asculta cand ii
impartasesc toate lucrurile neinsemnate din viata mea.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;De la ea,am invatat ca
sa-i spui unei persoane in fata ,ce te deranjeaza conteaza foarte mult pt ce
esti tu ca om. Am invatat de la ea sa nu arat lumii atunci cand sufar,pt ca
sunt multi care s-ar bucura nespus de acest lucru,am invatat sa fiu
realista,dar totodata sa visez la ceea ce vreau. Ea a fost alaturi de mine si a
inteles foarte bine,de fiecare data, cand aveam nevoie de o vorba de a ei si
cand aveam nevoie doar de simpla prezenta. Mereu ma aducea cu picioarele pe
pamant atunci cand tindeam sa o iau usor catre nori...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unul din oamenii la care am tinut
enorm m-a invatat ca,daca vrei, orice e posibil pe lumea asta...totul tine de
vointa si de ambitie...a fost omul care m-a cunoscut cel mai bine,ca si
persoana,ca si caracter,ca si comportament. Am invatat de la el sa
nu tin cont de “gura lumii”.&amp;nbsp;Are asupra mea o infuenta posiziva. Atunci cand sunt cu
el,sunt asa cum sunt eu...asa cum nu sunt cu nimeni. El mi-a aratat ca poti
face lucruri incredibile,indiferent de varsta, ca mereu trebuie sa iti
stabilesti niste obiective inalte si mereu trebuie sa lupti din rasputeri sa le
atingi. De la el am invatat ca trebuie sa ma bucur si sa pretuiesc si cele mai
mici lucruri pe care le am.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Una dintre persoanele fata de
care am gresit cel mai mult,a fost una dintre cele la care am tinut cel mai
mult. Ea mi-a demonstrat ca niste cuvinte spuse blajin,exact la subiect,dor mai
rau decat o serie de palme sau de injuraturi. Ea mi-a demonstrat ca indiferenta
doare cel mai tare. De la ea am invatat pretuiesc persoanele pe care le am si
tot cu ajutorul ei am invatat ca cel mai mult pretuiesti un om atunci cand nu
il mai ai langa tine. Ea este de o feminitate rar intalnita,prin aliura ei.
Este delicata si finuta,insa atunci cand e “calcata pe bataturi” devine o
adevarata “fiara”. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Una dintre persoane mi-a
demonstrat ca,sunt cazuri in care cei mici sunt mult mai maturi in gandire
decat cei mari. De la ea am invatat ca cheia unei relatii,de orice fel,este
comunicarea. Ea mi-a demonstrat ca poti fii asa cum vrei tu si asa cum vor
altii in acelasi timp. Ea mereu a luptat sa fie printre cei mai buni si era
activa si punea suflet in orice actiune.Si stiu ca si acum e la fel si e implicata
in mai multe proiecte.Mereu a avut o vorba buna,sau nu,depinde de care era
starea ei de spirit,pentru cei din jur. Niciodata n-a zis nu,atunci cand cineva
i-a cerut ajutorul si a putut sa i-l ofere. De la ea am invatat ca trebuie sa
lupti pana in ultima clipa sa iti tii prietenii aproape. Ea era genul de om
care numai printr-o privire te lasa fara cuvinte...greu indrazneai sa mai spui
ceva...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;De la el am invatat ca,de cele
mai multe ori,e bine sa spui exact ce gandesti,chiar daca vorbele pe care le
spun nu sunt acceptate de toti ceilalti...cei care nu o fac inseamna ca nu
merita sa stea in jurul meu...El e genul de persoana care sta,asculta si
selecteaza numai ce crede ca trebuie retinut. M-a invatat sa nu imi fac o
parere despre un om fara sa il cunosc indeajuns de bine. El stie sa cunoasca
omul,atunci cand vrea,si stie sa obtina informatiile care-l intereseaza despre
persoana respectiva. El mi-a demonstrat ca am ce invata de la fiecare persoana
din jurul meu...de la unii invat ce trebuie sa fac...de la unii ce nu trebuie
sa fac...El e genul de om care nu se mai intoarce inapoi si asa cum zice el
“unde scuipa,nu linge”. Am invatat de la el ca trebuie sa treci prin viata cu
zambetul pe buze si sa iei partile frumoase si mai ales, ca adevarul de cele
mai multe ori se spune in gluma.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;El...m-a schimbat...sub ochii lui
am trecut de la adolescenta la maturitate,insa cu aceeasi infantilitate
caracteristica mie. De la el am invatat ca oamenii din jur trebuie
respectati,pt ca astfel se castiga respectul. El are un stil inegalabil de a se
juca cu mintea omului,de a testa omul,de a afla ce vrea. De la el am invatat ca
trebuie sa arat oamenilor exact atat cat vreau si ce vreau din persoana mea si
nimic mai mult.El a fost cel care m-a invatat ca atunci cand mi se ofera a doua
sansa trebuie sa profit la maxim. A fost langa mine de multe ori,cand aveam
nevoie,la el am gasit afectiunea si intelegerea de care aveam nevoie cateodata
si a avut mereu grija sa ma faca sa ma simt bine in prezenta lui,atat eu cat si
cei care erau in jurul meu. De la el am invatat ca nimic nu e mai rau decat
atunci cand vezi ca omul langa care stai nu mai este fericit alaturi de
tine...si asta doare ingrozitor. Despre el as putea scrie randuri intregi pt ca
este unul din oamenii importanti din viata mea,care si-au lasat amprenta asupra
personalitatii mele.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ea...este ca si sora mea. Alaturi
de ea am facut cele mai nebunesti lucruri,cele mai frumoase dar si cele mai
mari tampenii. Ea stie tot ce se intampla cu mine,ma intelege si ma sprijina in
tot ce fac. Imi atrage atentia atunci cand gresesc si ma felicita atunci cand
am vreo realizare. Ea este opusul meu din multe puncte de vedere insa suntem
foarte apropiate.&lt;span lang="IT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Urasc felul ei
chichiricios,meticulos,perfectionist, dar iubesc stilul ei,molipsitor chiar, de
a sta 20minute in fata sifonierului pentru ca “nu stie in ce se imbraca azi”.&lt;span lang="IT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ador cand radem amandoua fara sa ne oprim
din cele mai tampite lucruri...O ador pentru modul in care ma asculta atunci
cand ii povestesc toate nimicurile si pentru modul in care ma acopera cand fac
cate-o tampenie. Suntem doua pietre tari,doua persoane incapatanate si exista
situatii cand ne certam si din cele mai banale lucruri,doar pentru simplu fapt
ca avem opinii diferite despre anumite lucruri.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sunt lucruri poate neinsemnate
pt altii dar cu atat de multa incarcatura sentimentala pentru mine. Sunt
persoane carora le multumesc pt ca au intrat in viata mea si pe care in mod
cert nu le voi uita. &lt;/div&gt;
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Sunt cateva poezii pe care le-am descoperit intamplator...sau pe care le-am aflat de la altii...dar care cu siguranta mi-au ramas intiparite in minte si au avut un impact asupra mea....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Octavian Paller-"Avem timp"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;
Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga,&lt;br /&gt;
sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,&lt;br /&gt;
sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa citim si sa scriem,&lt;br /&gt;
sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;
Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli,&lt;br /&gt;
sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea,&lt;br /&gt;
avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem.&lt;br /&gt;
Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;
Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;
Cand sa facem si asta - murim.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua !!&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca&lt;br /&gt;
Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita.&lt;br /&gt;
Restul ... depinde de ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie&lt;br /&gt;
Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere&lt;br /&gt;
Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata&lt;br /&gt;
Ci PE CINE ai.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute&lt;br /&gt;
Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
sa faca&lt;br /&gt;
Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;
Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;br /&gt;
Orice lucru are doua fete&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde&lt;br /&gt;
S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp&lt;br /&gt;
Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie&lt;br /&gt;
Indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;
Dar nu stiu s-o arate&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat&lt;br /&gt;
Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
distanta&lt;br /&gt;
Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu&lt;br /&gt;
Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten&lt;br /&gt;
Oricum te va rani din cand in cand&lt;br /&gt;
Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii&lt;br /&gt;
Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi,&lt;br /&gt;
Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta&lt;br /&gt;
personalitatea&lt;br /&gt;
Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc&lt;br /&gt;
Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc&lt;br /&gt;
Si nu faptele sale&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;br /&gt;
Si pot vedea ceva total diferit&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;
Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore&lt;br /&gt;
De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat&lt;br /&gt;
Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca scrisul&lt;br /&gt;
Ca si vorbitul&lt;br /&gt;
Poate linisti durerile sufletesti&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult&lt;br /&gt;
Iti sunt luati prea repede ...&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;
Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
sustine parerile.&lt;br /&gt;
Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;
Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ion Minulescu-"Celei care minte" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu ştiu c-ai să mă-nşeli chiar mâine...&lt;br /&gt;
Dar fiindcă azi mi te dai toată,&lt;br /&gt;
Am să te iert -&lt;br /&gt;
E vechi păcatul&lt;br /&gt;
Şi nu eşti prima vinovată!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

În cinstea ta,&lt;br /&gt;
Cea mai frumoasă din toate fetele ce mint,&lt;br /&gt;
Am ars miresme-otrăvitoare în trepieduri de argint,&lt;br /&gt;
În pat ţi-am presărat garoafe&lt;br /&gt;
Şi maci -&lt;br /&gt;
Tot flori însângerate -&lt;br /&gt;
Şi cu parfum de brad pătat-am dantela pernelor curate,&lt;br /&gt;
Iar în covorul din perete ca şi-ntr-o glastră am înfipt&lt;br /&gt;
Trei ramuri verzi de lămâiţă&lt;br /&gt;
Şi-un ram uscat de-Eucalipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Dar iată,&lt;br /&gt;
Bate miezul nopţii...&lt;br /&gt;
E ora când amanţii,-alt'dată,&lt;br /&gt;
Sorbeau cu-amantele-mpreună otrava binecuvântată...&lt;br /&gt;
Deci vino,&lt;br /&gt;
Vino şi desprinde-ţi din pieptenul de fildeş părul,&lt;br /&gt;
Înfinge-ţi în priviri Minciuna&lt;br /&gt;
Şi-n caldul buzei Adevărul&lt;br /&gt;
Şi spune-mi:&lt;br /&gt;
Dintre câţi avură norocul să te aibă-aşa&lt;br /&gt;
Câţi au murit&lt;br /&gt;
Şi câţi blesteamă de-a nu te fi putut uita?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Eu ştiu c-ai să mă-nşeli chiar mâine...&lt;br /&gt;
Dar fiindcă azi mi te dai toată.&lt;br /&gt;
Am să te iert -&lt;br /&gt;
E vechi păcatul&lt;br /&gt;
Şi nu eşti prima vinovată!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

Deci nu-ţi cer vorbe-mperecheate de sărutări,&lt;br /&gt;
Nu-ţi cer să-mi spui&lt;br /&gt;
Nimic din tot ce-ai spus la alţii,&lt;br /&gt;
Ci tot ce n-ai spus nimănui.&lt;br /&gt;
Şi nu-ţi cer patima nebună şi fără de sfârşit,&lt;br /&gt;
Nu-ţi cer&lt;br /&gt;
Nimic din ce poetul palid&lt;br /&gt;
Cerşeşte-n veci de veci, stingher,&lt;br /&gt;
Voi doar să-mi schimbi de poţi o clipă&lt;br /&gt;
Din şirul clipelor la fel,&lt;br /&gt;
Să-mi torni în suflet înfinitul unui pahar de hidromel,&lt;br /&gt;
În păr să-mi împleteşti cununa de laur verde&lt;br /&gt;
Şi în priviri&lt;br /&gt;
Să-mi împietreşti pe veci minciuna neprihănitelor iubiri.&lt;br /&gt;
Şi-aşa tăcuţi -&lt;br /&gt;
Ca două umbre, trântiţi pe maldărul de flori -&lt;br /&gt;
Să-ncepem slujba-n miez de noapte&lt;br /&gt;
Şi mâine s-o sfârşim în zori!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nichita Stanescu-"Catre Galateea"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Iti stiu toate timpurile, toate 
miscarile, toate parfumurile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;si umbra ta, si tacerile tale, si sanul 
tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;ce cutremur au si ce culoare anume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;si mersul tau, si melancolia ta, 
si sprancenele tale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;si bluza ta, si inelul tau, si secunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;si nu mai am 
rabdare si genunchiul mi-l pun în pietre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;si mă rog de tine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;naste-mă. 
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Stiu tot ce e mai departe de tine, &lt;br /&gt;atat de departe, incat nu mai exista 
aproape -&lt;br /&gt;dupa-amiaza, dupa-orizontul, dincolo-de-marea...&lt;br /&gt;si tot ce e 
dincolo de ele,&lt;br /&gt;si atat de departe, incat nu mai are nici nume.&lt;br /&gt;De 
aceea-mi indoi genunchiul si-l pun &lt;br /&gt;pe genunchiul pietrelor, care-l ingana. 
&lt;br /&gt;Si mă rog de tine,&lt;br /&gt;naste-mă. &lt;/div&gt;
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Stiu tot ceea ce tu nu stii niciodata, din tine.&lt;br /&gt;Bataia inimii care 
urmeaza bataii ce-o auzi,&lt;br /&gt;sfarsitul cuvantului a carui prima silaba tocmai o 
spui&lt;br /&gt;copacii - umbre de lemn ale vinelor tale,&lt;br /&gt;raurile - miscatoare umbre 
ale sangelui tau, &lt;br /&gt;si pietrele, pietrele - umbre de piatra ale genunchiului 
meu,&lt;br /&gt;pe carc mi-I plec în fata ta si mă rog de tine,&lt;br /&gt;naste-mă. 
Naste-mă.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o povestioara scrisa cu ceva timp in urma....nu mai e de actualitate...dar atunci cand a fost,a fost modul meu de a descrie o poveste de dragoste...stiu cel putin o persoana care "saraceste" de cateva lacrimi la citirea acestei povestioare...dar am postat-o pt ca imi place...pt ca am scris-o cu suflet.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Poate ati intalnit sau ati cunoascut
sau poate chiar ati trait povesti&amp;nbsp;de dragoste.Fiecare om stie macar o
poveste de genul acesta,din&amp;nbsp;experienta proprie sau a altora.Pe strada,prin
parc,prin&amp;nbsp; cafenele,baruri,magazine vedem oameni care se tin de mana,care
se&amp;nbsp;imbratiseaza,care se saruta,care se iubesc.Oameni pentru care nu
mai&amp;nbsp;exista singularul,ci doar pluralul;oameni care nu se mai gandesc
in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
sinea lor "la mine" ci "la noi";oameni pt care universul
are noi&amp;nbsp;coordonate.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Multi oameni iubesc dar numarul celor carora li se
impartasesc&amp;nbsp;sentimentele scade.Multi oameni sunt implicati intr-o relatie
dar&amp;nbsp;putini sunt cei carora li se raspunde cu aceeasi moneda.De
ce?Pentru&amp;nbsp;ca am vazut ca intr-o relatie partenerii se implica in
proportii&amp;nbsp;diferite,nu neaparat completandu-se.Intr-o relatie unul dintre
cei doi&amp;nbsp;iubeste mai mult,se daruieste mai mult,pune suflet,traieste
cu&amp;nbsp;intensitate mai mare fiecare moment petrecut impreuna si exemplele
pot&amp;nbsp;continua.Chestia aceasta este facuta atat de femei cat si de&amp;nbsp;barbarbati;nu
numai reprezentantele sexului frumos sunt cele care se&amp;nbsp;implica mai mult in
relatii,ci si reprezentantilor sexului tare li se&amp;nbsp;intampla sa iubeasca mai
mult decat jumatatea lor.Exista insa si&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
exceptii,cand ambii parteneri iubesc cu aceeasi intensitate si se&amp;nbsp;implica
la fel de mult.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Stiu si eu astfel de oameni.De fapt,povestea mea este despre
doi&amp;nbsp;astfel de oameni.Sunt doi oameni care se iubesc emorm,doi oameni
care&amp;nbsp;se iubesc in fiecare zi mai mult decat in ziua precedenta si mai putin&amp;nbsp;
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decat in ziua urmatoare.Ii admir foarte mult,desi poate nu le-am spus-o
niciodata,pt dragostea lor,pt implicarea in egala masura in&amp;nbsp;relatie.Se vad
zilnic dar,spre surprinderea mea niciodata nu se&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
plictisesc unul de altul.Cred ca se iubesc atat de mult incat&amp;nbsp;oricand,oricare
din ei ar fi dispus sa renunte la fericirea lui in&amp;nbsp;favoarea fericirii
celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Poate va intrebati:cum este posibil asa ceva?Simplu-cu
ajutorul&amp;nbsp;iubirii.Cu siguranta sunteti sceptici,intrebandu-va daca ei se
cearta&amp;nbsp;vreodata.Va spun eu-da.Certurile sunt sarea si piperul unei&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
relatii,pentru ca,nu-i asa,impacarea este cea mai dulce...Exista si la&amp;nbsp;ei
momente de tensiune,pentru ca sunt doua pietre &lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;tari&lt;/span&gt;
care se&amp;nbsp;ciocnesc si din cand in cand mai ies si scantei.Sunt doi oameni
foarte&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
incapatanati care se contrazic pe cele mai neinsemnate lucruri,pana&amp;nbsp;cand,in
cele din urma,unul din ei cedeaza.Si au fost cazuri cand a&amp;nbsp;cedat si
el,desi de cele mai multe ori a cedeat ea,pt ca e fata&amp;nbsp;si...asa sunt
fetele.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Intr-una din zile,ii urmaream cu privirea din absoluta&amp;nbsp;intamplare.Erau
fata in fata,discutau.Ce?Nu stiu.Nu eram atenta.Eram&amp;nbsp;prea absorbita de un
lucru care mi-a captat intreaga&amp;nbsp;atentie...privirea lui.Si nu din cauza culorii
ochilor care este de un&amp;nbsp;albastru marin clar,in care parca te pierzi,ci din
cauza modului in&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
care o privea.Am ramas inmarmurita,fixandu-i ochii cu privirea.O&amp;nbsp;privea
intr-un mod deosebit.Se vedea in modul in care o privea cat de&amp;nbsp;mult o
iubea.Parca ar fi dezbracat-o din priviri si ar fi iubit-o atunci,acolo. Ar fi
iubit-o la modul acela absolut,pur.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Am ramas placut impresionata si marcata totodata de
modul in care&amp;nbsp;o sorbea din priviri.A fost prima data pt mine sa observ ca
unui baiat&amp;nbsp;i se poate citi in privire dragostea pe care i-o poarta iubitei
lui.A&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
fost frumos sa descopar acest lucru...Doi oameni care se iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ea e iubita lui iar El iubitul
ei...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
Celor doi oameni la care&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
tin enorm....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-5434315624922895358?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/5434315624922895358/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/01/poveste-de-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5434315624922895358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/5434315624922895358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/01/poveste-de-dragoste.html' title='Poveste de dragoste'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4708581378279220866.post-4070929427586616730</id><published>2011-01-28T14:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:29:06.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebari....ganduri...curiozitati....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...Sunt
in transa....Rau....Dar...s-o iau cu usurelul....Sunt mare “consumatoare” de
“Anatomia lui Grey”.Mi se pare genial serialul....Si azi,cum nu prea aveam ce
face (aiurea....trebuia sa invat pt examen dar efectiv nu aveam chef) m-am bagat
la cateva episoade...2 ore nu m-a clintit nimeni din fata calculatorului si
nici nu m-a intrerupt nimic (cu exceptia lu ade care a venit din senin in
dormitor sa-mi zica de nu stiu ce jaf...oricum nu prea ma interesa....mi se
parea mult mai interesant filmul). Si uite asa,am reusit performanta de a
viziona 3 episoade asa....pe nerasuflate...si total implicata emotional (asa
privesc eu filmele...altfel parca nu ma aleg cu nimic din ele). Mi-ar fi placut
totusi sa le vad alaturi de Oana pt ca ea ma intelege si stie ce inseamna sa te
implici in filmul pe care il vizionezi,sa-ti imaginezi cum e sa traiesti tu
intamplarile alea,sa simti filmul pe pielea ta. Probabil ar fi fost in transa
cu mine &lt;/span&gt;J&lt;span lang="IT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pt
cei care nu stiu cam despre ce e vorba in serial va spun asa pe scurt...Cativa
studenti la medicina,proaspat iesiti de pe bancile facultatii,alcatuiesc echipa
de stagiari a Mirandei Baily la Seattle Grace,ajung sa fie prieteni,se formeaza
relatii intre ei,sau intre ei si doctorii cu care lucreaza si iau nastere o
multime de situatii care mai de care mai interesante,mai obisnuite sau mai
putin obisnuite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Revenind la cele 3 episoade,ceea ce mi
s-a parut foarte interesant a fost faptul ca personajul principal (Meredith) a
fost pusa in niste situatii de care la un moment dat toti ne lovim in viata.
Aflata la moment de rascruce in viata ei, alege sa abandoneze lupta de a depasi
obstacolele care-i apar in cale si renunta. Astfel ca atunci cand e impinsa,din
greseala, in rau de unul dintre oamenii caruia ii salvase viata, ea lupta sa nu
se inece insa la un moment dat renunta si se lasa inghitita de apele reci. Dupa
ceva timp, iubitul ei(Derek),care era tot doctor, ii observa absenta si
descoperind unde este reuseste sa o aduca la suprafata. Cand ajung cu Meredith la
spital, mai mult moarta,decat vie, colegii si prietenii ei incearca din
rasputeri sa o readuca la viata,lucru pe care il si reusesc intr-un final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cam asta ar fi pe larg situatia in film. Mie
una, mi-a deschis un pic ochii si in mintea mea au luat nastere niste
intrebari...intrebari pe care va invit sa vi le puneti si voi si sa incercati
sa va raspundeti cat mai sincer posibil.. Merita oare sa renuntam la o viata
intreaga,plina de momente frumoase,atunci cand dam de un obstacol? Se merita sa
nu luptam deloc si sa ne lasam prada greutatilor? Si inca un exercitiu pe care
vi-l propun... Incercati sa va ganditi cum ar fi daca ati disparea in secunda
2. Si-ar da cineva seama ca nu mai sunteti? Cine? Dupa cat timp? Daca ati da de
un necaz,pe cine ati suna prima oara? La cine ati apela? Aveti certitudinea ca
acea persoana va ajuta? (mentionez ca se exclud parintii si rudele din acest
exercitiu...se face referire strict la prieteni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sunt niste simple intrebari pe care eu una,mi
le-am pus la un moment dat. La prima vedere sunt simple intrebari, dar
incercati sa priviti in adancimea lor,incercati sa raspundeti sincer...s-ar
putea sa fiti uimiti de raspuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4708581378279220866-4070929427586616730?l=b3b3mik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/feeds/4070929427586616730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/01/intrebariganduricuriozitati.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4070929427586616730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4708581378279220866/posts/default/4070929427586616730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://b3b3mik.blogspot.com/2011/01/intrebariganduricuriozitati.html' title='Intrebari....ganduri...curiozitati....'/><author><name>b3b3mik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02639676501103456723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ub_i7RiKuGo/T0IpNi6hUUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OmIgsaVpgjU/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
