<?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-2549422816520175976</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:50:26.776-07:00</updated><category term='timp'/><category term='vreme'/><category term='printul semi-pur'/><category term='cafea'/><category term='munca'/><category term='prostie'/><category term='funny'/><category term='criza'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Helena Bonham Carter'/><category term='regele'/><category term='amintri'/><category term='vrajitorie'/><category term='nervi'/><category term='incompetenti'/><category term='vis'/><category term='droguri'/><category term='freaks'/><category term='efecte'/><category term='magie'/><category term='iubire'/><category term='multiplex'/><category term='d`ale vietii'/><category term='ciudati'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='legenda'/><category term='propuneri'/><category term='liceu'/><category term='intrebari si raspunsuri'/><category term='muzica'/><category term='tratament'/><category term='citate'/><category term='film'/><category term='neogen'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='dragoste'/><category term='tursim'/><category term='melancolie'/><title type='text'>Pauza de cafea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7975304474573784878</id><published>2009-07-29T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:13:30.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='printul semi-pur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vrajitorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helena Bonham Carter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiplex'/><title type='text'>Hairy Poker si Printul semi pur...</title><content type='html'>Sau cum s-o fi numit chestia aia...&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am dat curs unei invitatii la film..la Ice Age 3....pentru ca am ajuns prea tarziu nu am mai prins bilete si a ales Catalin. Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;Concluziile ar fi urmatoarele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dupa 30 de minute de film nu intelesesem nimic, iar Catalin era prea ocupat cu cutia de floricele ca sa imi raspunda la intrebari din 5 in 5 minute;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter a agatat o negresa intr-un bar (sau negresa l-a agatat pe el, nu stim sigur), dar nu a venit la intalnire pentru ca a fost ocupat cu un nene cu barba care moare la sfarsitul filmului;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pe la jumatatea filmului 3 sferturi de sala a bufnit in ras in urma unei faze comice pe care eu nici acum nu am prins-o - nu am ras  doar ca sa fiu in ton cu restul;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Setcumpura sau ceva de genul este o vraja pentru cei mai rai dusmani ai tai; daca le zici chestia asta pica pe podea si mor in chinuri cu multe rani pe abdomen, asta daca nu apare cineva cu bagheta si ii vindeca prin atingere :)) Buna de retinut asta, deja am o lista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exista o potiune de dragoste pe care o poti da cuiva sa te iubeasca. Efectele sunt divine :x&lt;br /&gt;PS: Potiunea e deja pregatita astept doar sa o folosesc :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dragostea stapanului pentru animalutul sau de casa poate lua proportii gigantice (la propriu!) mai ales cand animalutul este o tarantula mare cat peretele!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nu am aflat cine este Lordul ala intunecat, dar am aflat cine era ala semi-pur. Ma intreb de ce era doar semi :-/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plaza este al dracului de sinistra noaptea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Si acum lasand gluma la o parte, filmul este unul dragut pentru cei care mai cred in basme. Eu nu mai cred demult. Celor care hotarasc sa vada filmul fara sa fi vazut celelalte parti, le recomand s nu faca prostia pentru ca vor rata esenta, exact ca mine, desi ma intreb daca nu as fi ratat-o chiar dak as fi vazut toata seria. De fapt, ma intreb dak filmul asta are vreo esenta /:)&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru care mi-a placut in filmul ala a fost actrita Helena Bonham Carter. A jucat rolul lui Bellatrix Lestrange. Fata asta prinde pe orice rol. Mie personal mi-a placut cum a jucat si o consider una din putinele actrite care intra foarte bine atat in pielea unui personaj pozitiv ( vezi A Hazard of Hearts - 1987) cat si a unui personaj negativ (filmul de fata).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat despre film. Sincer as fi preferat sa fac altceva decat sa vad filmul asta. Multumirile, autografele si rosiile in cap de luni pana duminica intre orele 9-16 la catalin acasa :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;h1 class="mb15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinemagia.ro/actori/helena-bonham-carter-2158/" title="Actor - Helena Bonham Carter" class="color4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7975304474573784878?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7975304474573784878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7975304474573784878' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7975304474573784878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7975304474573784878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hairy-poker-si-printul-semi-pur.html' title='Hairy Poker si Printul semi pur...'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7080068122836822230</id><published>2009-07-13T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:17:17.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aproape 2...mai e asa putin pana la 2...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7080068122836822230?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7080068122836822230/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7080068122836822230' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7080068122836822230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7080068122836822230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/07/2.html' title='2...'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-789515429517820197</id><published>2009-06-26T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:59:25.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legenda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Legenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBhYLjOovUk/SkR_zugYoAI/AAAAAAAAABg/f0PJTznbKcY/s1600-h/Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBhYLjOovUk/SkR_zugYoAI/AAAAAAAAABg/f0PJTznbKcY/s320/Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351542783856910338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe wikipedia, textul despre Michael Jackson incepe asa:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson&lt;/b&gt; (n. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="29 august"&gt;29 august&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="1958"&gt;1958&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt;, d. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="25 iunie"&gt;25 iunie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="2009"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt;) a fost un celebru &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="Cântăreţ"&gt;cântăreţ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="SUA" class="mw-redirect"&gt;american&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt; de &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="Muzică"&gt;muzică&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson" title="Pop" class="mw-redirect"&gt;pop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson"&gt;, supranumit &lt;i&gt;Regele muzicii pop&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca exista persoana din generatia noastra si a parintilor nostri care sa nu fi auzit de el si de muzica lui.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele sunt de prisos, va ramane in amintirea a milioane fani prin muzica lui legendara...&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Michael Jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-789515429517820197?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/789515429517820197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=789515429517820197' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/789515429517820197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/789515429517820197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/06/legenda.html' title='Legenda'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBhYLjOovUk/SkR_zugYoAI/AAAAAAAAABg/f0PJTznbKcY/s72-c/Michael_jackson_bad_cd_cover_1987_cdda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-3065212389013790294</id><published>2009-06-21T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:18:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata ca un joint</title><content type='html'>Viata e ca un joint impartit la 6... Cand ajunge la tine nu ti-a mai ramas decat filtrul...Si de obicei cel care pune banii mai multi  trage cel mai putin...&lt;br /&gt;Asa si in viata...Joci la bursa cu tot ce ai si pierzi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-3065212389013790294?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3065212389013790294/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=3065212389013790294' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3065212389013790294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3065212389013790294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/06/viata-ca-un-joint.html' title='Viata ca un joint'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-8644710461546528289</id><published>2009-06-05T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:40:49.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='propuneri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neogen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudati'/><title type='text'>Analiza de site</title><content type='html'>Astazi m-am gandit sa fac o mica analiza de site. Acum vreo 2 saptamani mi-am facut si eu cont pe Neogen. Bineinteles nu mi-am dat numele real, am facut un id si am schimbat datele din profil :)).&lt;br /&gt;Dupa 2 saptamani iata concluziile la care am ajuns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dupa primele 10 minute de cand aveam contul primisem deja 10 adduri pe yahoo (si nici macar nu am pus poza);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pe putin 10 invitatii de vorbit pe chat tot in prima zi;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Un nene care ma anunta ca "paradisul este la marginea irisilor tai" ( Din nou mentionez ca NU AM POZA!);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Si urmatoarele propuneri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ai vrea sa avem o intalnire ca sa iti sarut picioarele?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caut fata careia sa-i fiu sclav sexual;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caut fata careia sa-i fac doar sex oral;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caut fata pentru relatie sexuala discreta. As vrea sa te cunosc dar cum te gasesc? R: Nu ma gasesti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caut fata pentru relatie serioasa si de lunga durata. Ai vrea sa ne cunoastem?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunt din Baia Mare, dar ma gandeam sa ne cunoastem pentru ca dragostea nu tine cont de distanta si ar putea iesi ceva frumos;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunt curios daca intre noi ar putea fi o amicitie la un moment dat; R: Eu nu sunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Si lista poate continua :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faza cu picioarele mi-a amintit de o colega de liceu care a fost urmarita de un individ intr-o seara pana acasa. Motivul individului: Vroia sa-i miroasa picioarele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cica eu sunt nebuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Am primit chiar si un add de la un cunoscut. El a fost cel mai normal dintre toti, chiar draguts ( normal doar suntem prieteni :) )&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Imi cer scuze pentru cei care au cont pe neogen si sunt oameni normali. Scopul postului nu este acela de a-i jigni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Acest articol NU este o satira si drept urmare trebuie tratat ca atare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-8644710461546528289?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/8644710461546528289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=8644710461546528289' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/8644710461546528289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/8644710461546528289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/06/analiza-de-site.html' title='Analiza de site'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-6167607094336976528</id><published>2009-05-27T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:22:36.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrebari si raspunsuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tursim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Urmatoarele intrebari au fost puse de catre potentiali turisti oficialilor de pe siteul de turism ai Australiei. Raspunsurile sunt pe masura asa ca mi-am permis sa le reproduc aici, bineinteles cu ghilimele de rigoare....Enjoy :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="textArticleDetail"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Mark and Bev Tindall" &lt;&gt; wrote in message news:&lt;&gt;... These questions about Australia were posted on an Australian Tourism Website. Obviously the answers came from fellow Aussies. As Nino Culloto said, 'They're a Weird Mob'!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;1. Q: Does it ever get windy in Australia? I have never seen it rain on TV, so how do the plants grow? (UK)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;2. Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Depends how much you've been drinking&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;3. Q: I want to walk from Perth to Sydney - can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Sure, it's only three thousand miles, take lots of water...&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;4. Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in Australia? (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the pacific which does not... oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross. Come naked.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;5. Q: Which direction is North in Australia? (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Face south and then turn 90 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;6. Q: Can I bring cutlery into Australia? (UK)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;7. Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is...oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;8. Q: Do you have perfume in Australia? (France)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: No, WE don't stink.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;9. Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in Australia (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;10. Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia? (UK)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: You are a British politician, right?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;11. Q: Can you tell me the regions in Tasmania where the female population is smaller than the male population? (Italy).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Yes, gay nightclubs.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;12. Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia? (France)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Only at Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;13. Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: No, we are a peaceful civilisation of vegan hunter-gatherers. Milk is illegal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;14. Q: Please send a list of all doctors in Australia who can dispense rattlesnake serum. (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from. All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;15. Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia, but I forget its name. It's a kind of bear and lives in trees. (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: It's called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with human urine before you go out walking.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;16. Q: I was in Australia in 1966 on R+R, and I want to contact the girl I dated while I was staying in Kings Cross. Can you help? (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Yes, and you will still have to pay her by the hour.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;17. Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe siteul de unde am luat varianta originala era urmatorul mesaj: "© John   Mark Ministries. Articles may be reproduced in any medium, without applying   for permission&lt;br /&gt;  (provided they are unedited, and retain the original author/copyright   information - and perhaps a reference to this website :-)!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To whom it may concern, click &lt;a href="http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/12627.htm"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-6167607094336976528?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6167607094336976528/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=6167607094336976528' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/6167607094336976528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/6167607094336976528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/05/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7312172735212223057</id><published>2009-05-23T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:48:19.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droguri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efecte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tratament'/><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Vroiam de ceva timp sa scriu o leapsa si sa o dau mai departe si acum am gasit leapsa perfecta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 idei pentru o potentiala campanie antidrog. Iata mai jos ideile mele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Informarea tinerilor de liceu si clasele 5-8 in legatura cu drogurile existente si efectele lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fotografii cu oameni morti de supradoza postate in licee si scoli. La asta ma vor contrazice foarte multi pentru ca imaginile sunt cutremuratoare. Am vazut o astfel de imagine cand eram prin clasa 9a intr-o revista pentru tineri si pozele erau infricosatoare, dar erau un semnal de alarma si sunt de parere ca toti ar trebui sa vada exact care sunt urmarile si sa realizeze ca NU isi doresc sa traiasca asa ceva pe pielea lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtinerea de fonduri pentru tratament. Unde sunt autoritatile cand ai nevoie de ele? Se vorbeste despre tratamentul in Israel, cel al Dr. Waismann. Nu detaliez aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Informarea parintilor cu privire la aceasta problema problema drogurilor. Multi parinti au senzatia ca daca isi inchid copilul in casa, ii dau "o mama de bataie" sau pur si simplu ignora problema, aceasta va disparea. NU, problema nu dispare, din contra!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reclame impotriva consumului de droguri in cinematografe inainte de difuzarea filmului propriu zis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii invit pe &lt;a href="http://raduzblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Radu &lt;/a&gt;si pe cine mai doreste sa continue si sa o dea mai departe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7312172735212223057?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7312172735212223057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7312172735212223057' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7312172735212223057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7312172735212223057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-2287624146544209381</id><published>2009-05-23T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:52:36.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Fest</title><content type='html'>Ea: Am vb cu X sa mergem diseara prin T2...poate va bagati si voi....&lt;br /&gt;EL: X nu e la gay fest? :O&lt;br /&gt;Ea: =))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;EL: =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nu o sa te dau in gat :-$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din motive de securitate numele persoanelor implicate in discutie, cat si numele persoanei "barfite" au fost schimbate. Prin aceasta incercam protejarea sanatatii fizice a "barfitorilor" si pastrarea imaginii "barfitului" :D&lt;br /&gt;Orice asemanare cu persoane sau fapte reale este pura coincidenta =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-2287624146544209381?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2287624146544209381/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=2287624146544209381' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2287624146544209381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2287624146544209381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/05/gay-fest.html' title='Gay Fest'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-2468486189701868975</id><published>2009-05-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:53:49.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nimic aici</title><content type='html'>Ora 18:30. Ajung in fata parcului...Trebuia sa fiu in alta parte, dar s-au schimbat planurile.&lt;br /&gt;Ma pun pe o banca in parc si stau....Acum ceva timp apreciam serile petrecute in parc, la biliard sau oriunde in alta parte. Azi s-a schimbat ceva...Lipseste ceva...E totul alb..si mie nu-mi place albul...nu mi-a placut niciodata...am preferat rosul si negrul...&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi mai face placere sa ma duc in locurile pe care le frecventam altadata, locuri in care ma simteam bine...&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit la oamenii care trec pe langa mine. Cupluri, batrani, copii, tineri. Cineva imi spuneam la un moment dat ca in momentul in care dispare cineva din viata ta, iti lipsesc momentele traite si nu persoana in sine. Asa o fi oare? Eu simt ca lipseste ceva si nu-mi dau seama ce...Pana si Poponets s-a plictisit de aceasi nota de n euro in bamboo, eu de ce nu m-as plictisi?&lt;br /&gt;Poate ar trebui sa schimb parcu, sa creez momente si amintiri noi. M-am plictisit de cele vechi.Le-am digerat prea mult. Nu mai vreau lume cunoscuta de care incerc sa scap..Nu mai vreau sa dau peste amintiri la tot pasul si sa simt scarba la fiecare pas facut. Vreau sa merg in parc, sa ma plimb cu barca in cismigiu, sa beau o cafea pe malul lacului sau sa-mi beau mintile intr-un loc cu 4 lei berea....Vreau sa creez momente noi cu oameni vechi...Vreau sa castig 5 jucari pe seara la aparatul ala nenorocit, sa joc biliard in london, sa beau frappe in tabiet, sa ma plimb noaptea in cismigiu, sa stau pe bancutsa cu nestea si tigari in fatsa sau sa petrec toata ziua in aceasi terasa cu acelasi suc in fatsa si sa nu am nicio grija...Vreau sa ma intalnesc cu prieteni vechi si sa bem o cana de cafea....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-2468486189701868975?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2468486189701868975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=2468486189701868975' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2468486189701868975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2468486189701868975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/05/nimic-aici.html' title='nimic aici'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-2672676424585559720</id><published>2009-05-01T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:05:24.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancolie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vreme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintri'/><title type='text'>Vreme trece, vreme vine....</title><content type='html'>E uimitor cum se face trecerea de la adolescenta la maturitate.&lt;br /&gt;E seara, te bagi in pat si adormi cu gandul la teza la latina de maine sau la cum vei face maine rost de bani sa cumperi un pall mall mic si un suc la 20mii(vechi) in t2.&lt;br /&gt;E dimineata, te trezesti pentru ca suna alarma de la telefon si realizezi ca teza ta s-a dus demult, ca pall mall mic nu mai exista si ca sucul la pahar la 20mii se da acum numai pana in ora 5 dupa-masa, iar tu trebuie sa te pregatesti pentru o noua zi de munca.&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat, m-am trezit azi dimineata cu dor de liceu...Am scos mapa cu delfini :) in care am amintiri din liceu. Scot copiutele care sunt amestecate: latina, romana si istorie...Mama le-a vazut si a ras cand a citit ce scrie pe pungutsa in care sunt depozitate: "Lucky star"...&lt;br /&gt;Trec mai departe...scot si 4 foi cu subiecte...subiectele de la bac. Trec peste cand dau de geografie :))) (prietenii stiu de ce). Engleza...haha...cine zicea ca nu voi lua engleza nici macar la oral la bac ar trebui sa ma vada acum...Cand ma gandesc ca am trecut prin atatea interviuri in engleza ma apuca rasu!&lt;br /&gt;Trec si de asta...dau peste invitatiile de bal - dragute, dar hai sa vedem ce mai avem aici :D&lt;br /&gt;Diploma speciala facuta de anca si crina pentru fiecare din clasa:&lt;br /&gt;"pentru cea mai naiva...dar de fapt :)" Da asa e....Intotdeauna am avut o doza de naivitate...Am crezut in oameni care m-au facut sa sufar...Dar in acelasi timp i-am mirosit mereu pe cei care vroiau sa faca sa sufere persoanele la care tin...e o pedeapsa cred...am "nas" doar pentru altii, la mine nu merge intuitia probabil.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, mergem mai departe....Scrisoarea de la Adina! Fiecare din clasa a avut cate o copie...Eu am pastrat-o pentru ca e speciala.Parca a surprins tot ce trebuia surprins. Betia din cls 9a, intrerupatorul scos din perete, etc. Sunt doar cateva din "poznele" facute de "F".&lt;br /&gt;Andreea Bratu...Ar fi trebuit sa aiba si ea acum o copie dupa scrisoarea asta si un album de amintiri....Dar asta e viata, nu avertizeaza cand loveste si nici nu da explicatii pentru ceea ce face.&lt;br /&gt;Liceul a trecut si odata cu el s-au dus toate tampeniile specifice varstei. A fost cea mai frumoasa perioada a vietii. As vrea sa se repete, dar sunt constienta ca nu ar mai fi la fel acum. A fost o perioada frumoasa si inainte ma simteam aproape de perioada asta, ca si cum liceul s-ar fi terminat ieri. Dar brusc m-am trezit azi dimineata constienta ca peste 2 luni am licenta. O alta perioada din viata de "scoala" s-a mai incheiat, si de data asta este ultima.&lt;br /&gt;Va urma masterul, dar asta deja intra la un alt nivel.&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu mai stam pe un pall mall mic toata ziua si pe o cola din gima impartita la 5 in plaza. Acum muncim 9 ore pe zi ( unii dintre noi :))) ) si avem salarii pe masura. Avem responsabilitati si aspiratii la functii inalte, la cariere de succes, la familie si copii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu regret perioada liceului pentru ca am ramas cu o gramada de amintiri care sunt ale mele si nu mi le va lua nimeni niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas cu cativa prieteni pe care ii voi avea mereu. Unii dintre ei au disparut subit din viata mea, altii sunt inca aici, dar sunt convinsa ca pana si cei care au disparut se vor intoarce intr-o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa spun ca datorita liceului s-au inchegat 2 prietenii frumoase care vor dura mult timp de aici incolo, daca nu toata viata :) &lt;br /&gt;Iar acum? Acum voi da licenta, voi face si masterul si imi voi construi o cariera. Imi voi construi fericirea adica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi incheia cu un citat din scrisoarea unei colege catre noi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...sa realizati ceea ce visati, sa aveti o viata frumoasa si fie ca nimeni si nimic sa nu va franga aripile! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-2672676424585559720?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2672676424585559720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=2672676424585559720' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2672676424585559720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2672676424585559720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/05/vreme-trece-vreme-vine.html' title='Vreme trece, vreme vine....'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-3024809597846453469</id><published>2009-04-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:36:38.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu-mi pasa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;"Revederea unor locuri dragi de care erai legat sentimental sau revenirea intr-un grup de persoane pe care l-ai frecventat cu ceva timp in urma si fata de care aveai unele legaturi afective sunt o placere si pentru tine si pentru ceilalti. Retraiesti sentimentele de odinioara, cu o intensitate speciala, ca si cum te-ai intoarce inapoi in timp. Ceva din acele vremuri revine in actualitate si iti umple inima de emotie, pentru ca iti dai seama ce mult ti-a lipsit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is this supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-3024809597846453469?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3024809597846453469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=3024809597846453469' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3024809597846453469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3024809597846453469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/nu-mi-pasa.html' title='Nu-mi pasa!!!'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-4511380829040856253</id><published>2009-04-22T04:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:42:51.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urasc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Povestile cu sfarsit brusc, atunci cand nici nu te astepti;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oamenii ipocriti si mincinosi;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pe cei ce isi otravesc sufletul cu ura si corpul cu droguri;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oamenii care isi abandoneaza copiii;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prietenii falsi;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lipsa de incredere pe care o avem in cine nu trebuie;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Durerea ascunsa in spatele unui zambet rece!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lasitatea!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zilele ploioase;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarbatorile;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sprite`ul;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mancarea traditionala;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prostia;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frica;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oamenii care fac rau animalelor;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowling`ul;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regia;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oamenii care nu raspund la telefon;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nedreptatea;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Situatiile in care pierzi pe cineva drag;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incapacitatea de a-ti asuma propriile greseli si de a lua propriile hotarari;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teama de necunoscut;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frica de intuneric;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frica de suferinta care ne transforma sufletele in pietre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-4511380829040856253?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/4511380829040856253/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=4511380829040856253' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/4511380829040856253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/4511380829040856253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/urasc.html' title='Urasc!'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7544843765449337417</id><published>2009-04-12T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:58:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somnul ratiunii naste monstri?</title><content type='html'>In ultima vreme aud din ce in ce mai des de tineri care mor in accidente de tot felul, in special pe motoare sau in masini. Exista pe aici pe net un forum al motociclistilor unde se posteaza unele accidente. Prima oara am intrat pe forumul respectiv acum cateva luni cand a murit o prietena in accident de masina. Se deschisese un topic pentru ea si logic k parerile erau impartite. 40 de pagini de rautati din partea unor persoane care habar n-aveau ce se intamplase acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva timp a murit un baiat de la mine din cartier. Accident pe motor. Parerile au fost si de data asta impartite. Unii aruncau cu rautati la adresa lui doar pentru k era tigan...&lt;br /&gt;Acum cateva zile a fost un accident la mine aici in urma caruia tanarul care conducea motorul a murit. S-a donat sange pentru el, s-a facut tot posibilul dar nu a mai avut nicio sansa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum problema mea este urmatoarea. Cum pot fi unii asa rai incat sa faca afirmatii si diferente cum s-au facut pentru acesti oameni.&lt;br /&gt;1. NU conteaza daca e tigan, roman, arab sau pakistanez! Este tot un om ca si noi ceilalti si pentru asta merita tot respectul nostru pentru ca nu cred ca i-ar conveni nimanui sa fie respins pentru simplul fapt k nu se incadreaza in tiparele celorlalti. Si ca o paranteza, nasul meu este jumatate tigan jumatate evreu si este unul dintre cei mai educati, inteligenti si spalati oameni pe care i-am cunoscut si sincer sunt mandra ca este nasul meu si nu l-as schimba pentru nimic in lume. Si nu imi pasa ca este in parte tigan pentru ca este OM la fel ca ceilalti!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ca sa avem pretentia sa fim respectati trebuie sa respectam la randul nostru. NU va asteptati sa fiti primiti cu flori de niste oameni pe care voi i-ati intampinat cu pietre.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cand este vorba de viata unui om datoria noastra morala este ca macar sa ne abtinem de la comentarii rautacioase daca nu putem sau nu vrem sa ajutam. Si cand moare un om nu mai conteaza nimic altceva. Omul ala a avut parinti, prieteni, rude care au suferit o pierdere si nimeni nu poate stii ce e in sufletul lor, decat cei care eventual au trecut prin asa ceva si din respect pentru ei si pentru cel ce s-a dus ar trebui sa ne tinem gura si sa ne abtinem de la comentarii acide.&lt;br /&gt;4. Daca cineva a facut o greseala asta nu inseamna ca trebuie pus la zid si impuscat. Suntem oameni si TOTI facem greseli, unele minore altele ireparabile, dar in fond, toti le facem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva intreba acolo ce am face daca ni s-ar intampla un accident din vina altuia si am pierde ceva sau pe cineva. Este o intrebare stupida. Eu marturisesc sincer ca as fi suparata si revoltata si as uri persoana din cauza careia am patit ce am patit. Pentru k eu as fi in situatia aia si nimeni altcineva si este un sentiment perfect omenesc, dar dupa o vreme as judeca si mi-as da seama k asa a fost sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand mi-am facut blogul asta am zis ca nu o sa aduc in discutie probleme rasiste, dar mi-a sarit mustarul de data asta. Si nu ma intereseaza daca se simte cineva jignit de ce am zis eu aici. E parerea mea si consider ca am dreptul sa o expun. De mica am fost educata sa ma port frumos cu toata lumea. Si asta si fac. Cand ma intreaba un om pe strada cat e ceasul nu ma uit intai la culoarea lui ca apoi sa ma gandesc dak ii vorbesc frumos sau nu. II raspund frumos si politicos si plec mai departe. Va plangeti ca ce patiti si asa mai departe. Daca ne-am purta mai frumos unii cu altii si nu am mai judeca omul dupa hainele pe care le poarta si culoarea pielii probabil am avea mai putine probleme si am dormi mai linistiti noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cand caracterul unui om se judeca dupa aparenta si nu dupa esenta??&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare om este inzestrat cu ratiune. Depinde doar de el daca o arunca la gunoi sau o pastreaza ca pe cea mai sfanta comoara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7544843765449337417?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7544843765449337417/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7544843765449337417' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7544843765449337417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7544843765449337417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/discriminari-si.html' title='Somnul ratiunii naste monstri?'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-804096314616098538</id><published>2009-04-09T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:02:09.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragoste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d`ale vietii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Citat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Love is patient, love is kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  It does not envy, it does not boast,it is not proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of&lt;br /&gt;    wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    It always protects, always trusts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;    Love never fails."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The Bible : 1 Corinthians 13:4  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cine stie cunoaste :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-804096314616098538?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/804096314616098538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=804096314616098538' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/804096314616098538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/804096314616098538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/citat.html' title='Citat'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7453122708057607833</id><published>2009-04-03T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:15:21.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cry cry cry  \:d/</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4G3d_27T5qA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4G3d_27T5qA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7453122708057607833?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7453122708057607833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7453122708057607833' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7453122708057607833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7453122708057607833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry-cry-cry-d.html' title='cry cry cry  \:d/'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-3179896760543717594</id><published>2009-04-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:39:45.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vineri, 3 aprilie :)) Ce zi!!&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit la 7 jumate cu gandul ca iar trebuie sa ma duc la munca. Am racit si ma simt ca o leguma. Am ars toata noaptea si acum am febra. Dar trecand peste toate astea este o zi divina :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, nu-i inteleg pe unii. Ma pui pe offline/ignore/etc, nu vrei sa mai vorbesti cu mine, dar imi dai mass cu un link unde eu trebuie sa te votez.  Daca nu vrei sa mai auzi de cineva si vrei sa creada k te-ai mutat in honolulu  macar trece-l la categoria "Fara mass" sau ceva...Eh, noi sa fim sanatosi. Nu stiu ce vreau sa scriu in postul asta, cred ca incoerenta mea se datoreaza febrei ( ce sa zic acum gasesc si eu scuze), dar cert este ca m-am trezit cu kef de viata, in ciuda racelii groaznice. Mi-am luat ochelarii de soare (pe care nu ii mai port pe peron la metrou) si m-am tarat la munca...&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat ca deja se arunca cu rosii si cartofi in mine la cat talent am la scris in dimineata asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: La multi ani &lt;a href="http://dadeuka.blogspot.com"&gt;Andreea&lt;/a&gt; :*&lt;br /&gt;PS 1: Blogul este un "must have" al sezonului ;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-3179896760543717594?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3179896760543717594/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=3179896760543717594' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3179896760543717594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3179896760543717594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/vineri-3-aprilie-ce-zi-m-am-trezit-la-7.html' title=''/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7948459302082927583</id><published>2009-04-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T04:25:12.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De toate</title><content type='html'>Am racit!!! Multumesc Andreei si lui Miki pentru faptul k au impartit asta cu mine :|&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, profit sa ma laud pe aceasta cale ca...AM CARTE DE MUNCA!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;M-au anuntat ieri ca e gata si ma pot duce sa o ridic. Era si timpul, dupa 1 an jumate....Acum sper doar sa nu fie scrisa de femeia care face curat si de secretare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi cica e 1 Aprilie...Nu am planuit nicio gluma proasta sa ca nici sa nu va ganditi!&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat ca nu mai am inspiratie...revin daca ma plezneste ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Andreea mi-a zis sa o anunts cand ma intorc de la balamuc...Oare problema e la ea sau la mine :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Am fost sa-mi ridic cartea de munca. Doamne cata contabila =)) Doamneeeeeeeeeeee! Daca stiam ca femeia aia face cat 5 nu ma mai certam eu cu ea la telefon. Ma intreb unde au gasit-o...Nici makr nu vedeam scaunul pe care statea...asta daca era unul singur :))))&lt;br /&gt;Lume nebuna, nebuna, nebuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7948459302082927583?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7948459302082927583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7948459302082927583' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7948459302082927583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7948459302082927583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-toate.html' title='De toate'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-9002857155541509889</id><published>2009-03-30T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:35:07.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incompetenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='munca'/><title type='text'>nervi primavaratici</title><content type='html'>Saptamana noua, nervi noi...Logic ca trebuia sa ma enervez si azi x(&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc eu la BCR sa scot bani si supriza: nu mergea niciun bancomat. Bun!! Intru in banca cu gandul sa scot bani. Ma intampina o doamna grasa si dupa ce ii explic eu ce vreau sa fac ma trimite sus la caserie.. Urc scarile la fel de entuziasmata ca un melc la raliu si ajung in sfarsit. Acolo sunt pusa sa completez o cerere pentru a putea scoate bani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angajata BCR: Dar eu nu pot sa scot bani de pe cardul acesta. Este un card de credit&lt;br /&gt;             si nu am cum!&lt;br /&gt;Eu:            Nu este card de credit...este un business card...&lt;br /&gt;Angajata BCR: Aaaaa, poi d-asta inseamna. Pentru persoane juridice jos la ghiseu..&lt;br /&gt;Eu:           Poi am fost jos si m-au trimis la dumneavoastra.&lt;br /&gt;Angajata BCR: Poi da probabil tot la noi or sa va trimita,dar trebuie sa mergeti acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:           Ok multumesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc jos la aceasi duduie si ii explic ca am fost trimisa inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduia:  Aaa, poi de ce nu ati zis asa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uita la buletin, verifica contul si cardul si ma anunta ca nu pot sa scot pentru ca nu am dreptul si ca doar de la bancomat pot scoate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:     Poi si cum gasesc eu un bancomat BCR daca nu merge niciunul la dumneavoastra?&lt;br /&gt;Duduia: La Unirii mai sunt bancomate BCR. Mergeti si scoateti de acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:     Unde pot sa depun o sesizare in legatura cu bancomate?&lt;br /&gt;Duduia: Faceti cerere la baiatul de dupa colt si o depundeti la ghiseu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:     Multumesc! si ies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc scot bani de la alta banca, ma reintorc la BCR pentru a face depunere intr-un alt cont. Intr-un sfarsit reusesc sa finalizez operatiunea, dar imi ramane gandul la plangerea aia. E bine de stiut ca BCR`ul nu mai gestioneaza bancomatele acum, de ele se ocupa o alta firma care "stie foarte bine problema si incearca sa o rezolve". Renunt si la sesizare si ma intorc plina de nervi la birou.&lt;br /&gt;Sa imi bag ceva in ele de banci si in special in BCR ca nu am vazut in viata mea un sistem mai prost si o organizare mai inexistenta ca acolo :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sun pe yry in legatura cu cartea mea de munca de la primul meu job, de unde am plecat acum 1 an jumat. Imi explica ca trebuie sa sun la ei si sa merg pe tupeu.&lt;br /&gt;Sun la Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Buna ziua sunt &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ioana Chibulcutean&lt;/span&gt;. Cu contabila va rog.&lt;br /&gt;Angajata: Da stati putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi face legatura.&lt;br /&gt;Aflu de la contabila ca ea nu este vinovata ca doamna de la ITM nu vrea sa scrie in cartile de munca si imi zice sa astept. Aud in felul asta o discutie cu unul din sefi, concluzia fiind ca eu trebuie sa ma duc sa imi rezolv singura problema la ITM.&lt;br /&gt;Tip, amenint si ma agit iar. Mi se spune sa revin cu un telefon joi si mi se promite ca in timpul asta seful va suna la ITM si se va ruga de doamna respectiva sa-si faca datoria. Mi se da de inteles ca ei imi fac o favoare foarte mare si ca "lucrez cu acelasi colectiv de acum 1 an jumate si toti sunt tineri si ma inteleg perfect cu ei".&lt;br /&gt;1 la mana: nu ma intereseaza cu ce colectiv lucreaza cucoana si nu vad rostul celor spuse&lt;br /&gt;2 la mana: nu ma intereseaza ce "manarii" au facut fostele angajate in propriile lor carti de munca in momentul in care au plecat.&lt;br /&gt;3 la mana: NU ma intereseaza cum, in ce fel si unde, dar daca nu se rezolva mor cu ei de gat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colac peste pupaza nu sunt nici in cea mai calma stare si daca mai aud ceva pe ziua de azi o sa fac o criza de nervi.&lt;br /&gt;Problema o fi oare la mine? Sau la gramada de incompetenti de care sunt inconjurata?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca o sa-mi cumpar un bilet doar dus catre locul acela unde "era frumoooooos" de care imi vorbea &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.dadeuka.blogspot.com"&gt;andreea&lt;/a&gt;  de dimineata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-9002857155541509889?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/9002857155541509889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=9002857155541509889' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/9002857155541509889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/9002857155541509889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/nervi-primavaratici.html' title='nervi primavaratici'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-6648305651379981606</id><published>2009-03-30T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:31:51.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous last words</title><content type='html'>Un filmulets care mie mi-a placut mult. Este amuzant si in acelasi timp spune multe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your face Death!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-LtW7_PV6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-LtW7_PV6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-6648305651379981606?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6648305651379981606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=6648305651379981606' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/6648305651379981606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/6648305651379981606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Famous last words'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-1232846140087569018</id><published>2009-03-27T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:03:36.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non</title><content type='html'>Ce faci cand esti in fata unei rascruci de drumuri si ai de ales pe care sa mergi mai departe?&lt;br /&gt;Esti obligat sa alegi ceva si asta si faci...Mergi cu speranta ca o sa ajungi acolo unde ti-ai dorit, dar dupa ceva timp ajungi intr-o fundatura. Te uiti in spate si ti-ai dori sa te poti intoarce, dar nu mai ai cum pentru ca nu depinde de tine...Si atunci nu iti ramane decat sa construiesti o alta carare si sa speri ca la un moment dat vei ajunge intr-o intersectie unde sa gasesti tot ce ai pierdut in urma cu ceva timp...&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate asta e doar o comparatie care poate merge sau nu...E prea riscant si nu ai garantia ca vei recupera intr-o buna zi ti-a fost luat si distrus...&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cum ai merge pe autostrada, vezi decorul care trece pe langa tine si ai vrea sa te opresti sa stai pe iarba sub un copac la umbra, dar nu poti pentru k nu mai ai frane...Sa te arunci din masina riscand sa te accidentezi sau sa te lasi purtata de val si sa speri?Probabilitatea sa te ranesti irecuperabil in timp ce te arunci din masina care merge cu 200km/h este foarte mare, dar oare nu merita sa faci totul atunci cand iti doresti ceva? Ce se intampla atunci cand faci totul si faci degeaba? Se verifica oare atunci vorba "Tinteste spre luna, daca nu reusesti macar vei fi printre stele." ?&lt;br /&gt;E uimitor cum unii dintre noi reusesc sa se ridice dupa un esec si sa mearga mai departe stergand tot...Eu nu pot, recunosc asta si am doare sa stiu ca in urma au ramas rani de nevindecat...&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca intr-o zi sa ajung intr-o intersectie unde sa regasesc tot ce s-a pierdut...Si sper sa pot sa schimb directia....Daca nu voi reusi inseamna ca asa a fost sa fie si macar o sa stiu ca ceva acolo merge pe drumul sau care este in sfarsit fara gropi si denivelari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintea si sufletul nu sunt intotdeauna in concordanta...si este alegerea fiecaruia...&lt;br /&gt;Ce calci in picioare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-1232846140087569018?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/1232846140087569018/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=1232846140087569018' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/1232846140087569018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/1232846140087569018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/non.html' title='Non'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-7943512037567001446</id><published>2009-03-25T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:21:19.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri de dupa-amiaza</title><content type='html'>In lungile mele cautari pe google am dat peste blogul cuiva ieri si bineinteles ca l-am citit...&lt;br /&gt;M-a impresionat ce era scris acolo si mi-a produs amintiri de tot felul....In capul meu este o mare varza si nici eu nu mai stiu ce vreau sau ce sunt....&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc la atat de multe incat am senzatia k o sa o iau razna cateodata...As vrea sa schimb tot in unele momente...sa schimb toti acesti 22 de ani pe care ii am, sa-i sterg cu buretele si sa incerc alta varianta... sau sa indrept anumite lucruri facute pe care le regret...dar ce faci dak nu mai poti indrepta unele lucruri pentru ca nu depind de tine? Ajungi asa..cu o mare varza in cap :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-7943512037567001446?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/7943512037567001446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=7943512037567001446' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7943512037567001446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/7943512037567001446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/ganduri-de-dupa-amiaza.html' title='ganduri de dupa-amiaza'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-654150261315443304</id><published>2009-03-24T08:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:26:15.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gugal</title><content type='html'>Nu am avut eu prea multa activitate pe blogul asta dar iata cateva cautari care au dus la mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cantata cafelei - exista asa ceva??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ce se intampla daca versi cafea - nush dar dak afli spune-mi si mie k sunt superstitioasa :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comentariu la prolog de ernest hemingway - hai frate chiar nu esti in stare sa-l faci singur??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ma simt agitat dupa ce beau cafeaua - nu ne intereseaza!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pauza in liceul tau - ce mha? :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;poze cu pauza de cafea - nu stiu mai cauta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gluma pauza de cafea - ce legatura are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-654150261315443304?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/654150261315443304/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=654150261315443304' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/654150261315443304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/654150261315443304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2009/03/gugal.html' title='gugal'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-4727912800157366913</id><published>2008-10-01T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:31:03.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vreau sfat...</title><content type='html'>Am dat zilele trecute peste un site foarte interesant:"vreau sfat". Este vorba despre nijte oameni care sunt la capatul celalalt al firului si sunt intotdeauna dispusi sa te asculte si sa te sfatuiasca in orice problema ai avea, toate asta contra unui cost pe minut bineinteles.&lt;br /&gt;Ideea in sine mi se pare super ok. Cine ar fi mai potrivit sa iti asculte cele mai intime secrete decat un necunoscut? Nu stie cum te keama si nu are nicio legatura cu tine. Poti sa-i spui orice si va fi in stare sa iti spuna parerea lui obiectiva pentru k nu este cu nimic implicat. Ba mai mult, primesti confirmarea a ceva ce stii si tu, dar nu vrei sa crezi si te gandesti k dak auzi si a 2a varianta vei crede ca prin minune. Poate inlocui orice, mai putin o imbratisare cand ai mai mare nevoie. Tin minte ca acum cateva luni am avut un moment in care am inceput sa plang dintr-un anumit motiv. Ma simteam singura, desi era lume in jurul meu..Persoana cu care eram afara in momentul respectiv m-a luat in brate si mi-a zis k va fi totul ok si k vom trece si peste asta ( desi nu stia ce am ) si k va fi bine si pentru noi. Desi pare stupid si e un cliseu in fond, pe mine m-a ajutat enorm ce a facut atunci. Sfaturi poti primi oricand de la oricine, toti stim sa dam sfaturi, suntem asi la asta. O imbratisare ajuta mai mult decat 1000 de sfaturi, iar tacerea poate face mai mult decat 1000 de cuvinte. De cand ma stiu mi-a placut sa ma autoanalizez si am reusit partial. Poate prin asta am invatat sa nu ma mai ghidez asa mult dupa aparente si dupa vorbele aruncate aiurea din partea unora. Nu mai judec asa usor si sunt constienta ca in spatele oricarui cuvant spus poate exista de fapt ceva mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb oare ce iti zic oamenii aia de la capatul firului. Scriau pe site k cica sunt specialisti. Ce mi-ar putea spune mie un psiholog? Mi-a zis o prietena odata k daca m-as duce eu la psiholog as ajunge sa-l innebunesc pe ala, nu sa ma vindece el pe mine :)) Poate are dreptate, dar totusi dilema mea este cum te poate cunoaste un necunoscut mai bine decat te cunosti tu insuti?? Poate se bazeaza pe teorii demonstrate asupra unor subiecti, dar NIMENI nu te poate ajuta mai mult decat o poti face tu, si nimeni nu va putea sa-ti aline durerea cu o imbratisare decat o persoana la care tii si careia chiar ii pasa. Si tu incostient simti cand ii pasa cuiva. Abia atunci bagi in seama cu adevarat vorbele spuse de altii, cand simti k persoana de langa tine chiar se agita si o macina durerea ta. Abia atunci poti spune k esti ajutat cu adevarat. Restul raman doar sfaturi primite de la prieteni/rude/amici/specialisti, etc pe care le bagi in seama abia dupa ce mintea si sufletul tau incep sa se refaca. Si se refac singure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-4727912800157366913?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/4727912800157366913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=4727912800157366913' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/4727912800157366913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/4727912800157366913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2008/10/vreau-sfat.html' title='vreau sfat...'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-3602331003286666055</id><published>2008-09-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:29:56.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla</title><content type='html'>A venit toamna...si odata cu ea nu stiu de ce am senzatia k a trecut foarte multa vreme de cand am terminat liceul....park prea multa vreme...ma simt batrana rau zilele astea.&lt;br /&gt;Ai avut vreodata senzatia k ai picat in monotonie si k nu se mai intampla nimic interesant in viata ta? Odata iti placea monotonia asta, dar brusc motivul bucuriei tale pleaca undeva, luat de vant si purtat cat mai departe tine si tu ramai singur si plictisit.&lt;br /&gt;Poate sunt eu nebuna si poate e de la vremea de afara...Niciodata nu mi-a placut perioada asta a anului pentru ca ma sperie. Sunt zile in care ar trebui sa stai acasa sub patura si sa te uiti la filme, dar mie nu-mi place nici sa ma uit singura la filme.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau monotonie, vreau ceva nou, de fapt vreau ceva vechi imbunatatit si readus in actualitate ;)) si am si hotarat sa lupt pentru acel ceva pe care il vreau , poate asa ma mai anim nitsel si product o schimbare: o furtuna ceva, makr o vijelie mica :D.&lt;br /&gt;Primul lucru la care ar trebui sa ma gandesc ar fi jobul care nu ma mai satisface si sincer in ultima vreme stau si ma gandesc serios dak ma mai satisface ceva :-?&lt;br /&gt;Ei, cineva m-a atentionat k nu am scris in blog. Acum ca i-am facut pe plac realizez k ar trebui sa o fac mai des, e o activitate ce merita luata in seama si asa mi-a placut intotdeauna sa scriu. Dar ma rog, sa nu intru in detalii k mi se vor cere autografe dup-aia b-)&lt;br /&gt;Gata, ma duc imi citesc horoscopul :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-3602331003286666055?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3602331003286666055/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=3602331003286666055' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3602331003286666055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3602331003286666055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2008/09/bla-bla.html' title='bla bla'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-2324397373824460342</id><published>2008-08-18T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:48:48.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-??</title><content type='html'>"Inteligenta reprezinta capacitatea de a te descurca cu succes in propria lume"...Asta spunea o colega de liceu la un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce se intampla daca lumea ta nu corespunde cu a celorlalti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-2324397373824460342?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/2324397373824460342/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=2324397373824460342' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2324397373824460342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/2324397373824460342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=':-??'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-382465186445928592</id><published>2008-07-28T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:17:52.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back...</title><content type='html'>Mi-au venit in minte azi dimineata  nijte versuri dintr-o melodie:&lt;br /&gt;"Looking back on the things i`ve done"....&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am amintit de generala, liceu, viata mea pana acum. Am facut lucruri pe care multi le-ar condamna dar nu regret, ba chiar mai mult, daca as avea sansa le-as mai face odata. Sunt amintirile mele si nu mi le va lua nimeni niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;De ce in momentul care iese ceva prost apar regrete? De ce cand suntem tristi nu ne amintim de lucrurile frumoase care au fost? Nu ne gandim decat la partea urata a situatiei.&lt;br /&gt;O prietena veche m-a invatat sa privesc intotdeauna partea amuzanta din lucruri, partea buna. Ceva gen "si ce daca nu se scoala?uite ce frumos atarna :x ".&lt;br /&gt;Problema este ca ne macinam viata cu regrete si uitam sa fim fericiti. Eu pot spune ca sunt un om fericit...nu regret nimic si am grija sa privesc partea amuzanta. Nervii si supararile sunt pe moment, dar trec la fel de repede ca o ploaie scurta de vara. De ce sa ne agitam cand avem atatea lucruri pentru care ar trebui sa luptam? De ce?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa ne amaram cand stim ca cel putin o persoana si-ar fi dorit sa ne vada mereu cu zambetul pe buze?&lt;br /&gt;Regretele nu sunt bune, sunt ca nijte pumnale care iti distrug incet incet inima si mintea, iar la sfarsit nu ajungi decat sa regreti acele regrete stupide.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem din ce in ce mai frustrati, ajungem sa ne aruncam de pe bloc pe melodia trupei favorite, daramam convingerea parintilor cum ca "nimeni nu a murit din dragoste", ne batem joc unii de altii, ne batem joc de noi, ne uitam principiile, ne razbunam aiurea, facem rau gratuit si toate astea din cauza frustrarilor pe care le purtam in noi.&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare este direct responsabil pentru faptele sale si depinde de fiecare daca ne umplem mintea cu amintiri frumoase sau o lasam goala si rece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primul pas spre fericire este alungarea regretelor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-382465186445928592?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/382465186445928592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=382465186445928592' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/382465186445928592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/382465186445928592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-back.html' title='looking back...'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-6299790828546183531</id><published>2008-07-25T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:31:45.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu Cu</title><content type='html'>Mah voi ati observat cate cupluri se destrama in ultima vreme? park s-ar fi trezit toti dimineata cu ideea asta in cap..Ce aveti fratilor? Nu va mai place presuletul pe care dormiti noaptea si va bagati la cel al vecinului :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum fara gluma, lumea nu mai este "fudela" in ultima vreme ;)) Ori am eu o problema, ori se schimba mentalitatile :-??Stiu, am si eu probleme duminica seara la ora 11 :)) Ce sa-i faci, dak nu am viata si prieteni si stau in casa :( pana si gandacul de bucatarie s-a suparat pe mine si m-a parasit :-&lt; a zis k se duce la vecina de la 2 k are lemnul de la dulap mai gustos : ( fara aluzii la vecina, nu am nimic cu ea, din contra :* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, m-am gandit sa plec departe in concediu. Ceva exotic, cu telefoanele inchise, cu un cocktail si intinsa pe un sezlong ca placinta. Sa adorm la soare si sa ma trezesc prajita si mirosind a creier incins :)))Ei, acum kiar ca vorbind de lucruri serioase, ma duc sa-mi caut gandacul sa il rog sa se intoarca k nu am cu cine sa-mi beau cafeaua dimineata :-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai Tai now :-h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: se pare ca am probleme si cu timpul :))) al dracului k e vineri toata ziua :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2549422816520175976-6299790828546183531?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/6299790828546183531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=6299790828546183531' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/6299790828546183531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/6299790828546183531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/cu-cu.html' title='Cu Cu'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2549422816520175976.post-3169374601065069582</id><published>2008-07-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:53:49.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cafea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citate'/><title type='text'>prolog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;M-am gandit ca cel mai potrivit ar fi sa incepem cu ceva despre cafea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iata deci cateva citate despre aceasta bautura minunata scrise de diversi oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sper sa va placa, daca nu nu-i problema ca imi plac mie si e de ajuns &gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nu, glumesc...dupa cum se spune: Totul pentru fanii mei! ;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, here we go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bea este omenesc, a bea cafea este divin.&lt;br /&gt;Daca as bea suficienta cafea as putea conduce lumea.&lt;br /&gt;In spatele fiecarei femei de succes sta destul de multa cafea (Stephanie Piro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ceasca de cafea impartita cu un prieten este fericire gustata si timp bine petrecut.       &lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua este un moment de placere si o aroma. (Claudia Roden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua trebuie sa fie neagra ca iadul, tare ca moartea si dulce ca dragostea. (provesrb turcesc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciocolata, barbatii, cafeaua, unele lucruri trebuie sa fie cat mai bogate.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca daca as fi femeie as folosi cafeaua ca parfum. (John Van Druten)   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Ce dulce este cafeaua ! Mai dragatoasa decat o mie de saruturi, mai dulce decat vinul muscat !  Johann Sebastian Bach (Cantata Cafelei) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici o cafea nu poate avea gust buna daca nu bucura mai intai narile cu o aroma dulce (Henry Ward Beecher)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua ii face pe barbati sa isi piarda timpul, sa lase deoparte munca, sa isi cheltuiasca banii, si totul pentru putina apa fiarta, neagra, groasa, amara, urat mirositoare (Petitia Femeilor impotriva cafelei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua fara cofeina este inventia diavolului.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu poate intelege adevarul pana cand nu gusta din dulceata cafelei (Seicul Abd-al-Kadir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somnul este un simptom al privarii de cofeina&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua din Anglia are mereu gust de experiment chimic (Agatha Christie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesta este un parfum care imi place ; cand prajeasca boabele de cafea in apropierea casei mele ma reped sa deschid usa pentru a savura aroma (Jean Jacques Rousseau)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espresso este pentru Italia ceea ce sampania este pentru Franta (Charles Maurice de Talleyrand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In definitiv, cafeaua este amara, un gust dintr-o lume interzisa si periculoasa (Diane Ackerman)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prea multa cafea. Dar daca nu ar exista cafeaua, nu as mai avea nici un fel de personalitate. (David Letterman)   &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Familia mea este groaznic de plicticoasa. Au o carte pe mas      uta de cafea intitulata "Poze pe care le-am facut pentru a termina si restul filmului (Penelope Lombard)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comunicarea buna este la fel de stimulativa ca o cana de cafea neagra, si nu te va lasa sa dormi dupa aceea. (Anne Morrow Lindbergh)   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua este astfel pregatita incat ii face pe cei care o beau spirituali ; nu exista nimeni care la iesirea din cafenea, dupa cateva cesti, sa nu se creada mai destept si mai sigur pe sine decat era cand intrase. (Charles de Secondat Montesquieu)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambata dimineata imi luam cafeaua din cele mai bune magazine. Adesea era proaspat prajita si boabele mai erau calde. Cafeaua era nectarul si ambrozia mea, aveam grija de ea cu dragoste. O preparam cu atentie, macinand boabele cu grija. (Larie Colwin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o cafenea placuta, calda, curata si prietenoasa, asa ca am intrat, mi-am pus impermeabilul la uscat in cuier, palaria uzata pe raft si am comandat o cafea cu lapte. Chelnerul mi-a adus, am scos un carnet din buzunarul hainei si un creion si am inceput sa scriu. (Ernest Hemingway)  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Intre a doua si a treia ceasca se discuta chestiuni financiare, secrete de stat, barfe obisnuite si se fac glume proaste. Cafeaua face legaturi sociale, trezesti mintile, agita spiritele, alunga somnul. De la canile enorme la cestile delicate, este bautura democratica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua iti ajunge in stomac, si imediat are loc o tresarire generala. Ideile incep sa se miste aidoma batalioanelor pe campul de lupta si incepe batalia. Amintirile vin in galop, in bataia vantului. Cavaleria usoara a comparatiilor soseste intr-un atac magnific, artileria logicii se grabeste cu munitiile, iar spiritul loveste ca un tintas de elita. Hartia se acopera treptat de cerneala, batalia scrisului incepe, iar la sfarsit totul se termina cu torente de cafea, praful de pusca al acestei lupte. (Honore de Balzac)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dimineata fara cafea este ca somnul.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca omenirea poate face multe lucruri, dar nu pentru ca suntem destepti, ci pentru ca putem face cafea. (Flash Rosenberg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In clipa in care te pregatesti sa bei o ceasca de cafea fierbinte si tare, seful iti va cere sa faci ceva care dureaza exact pana in clipa in care cafeaua s-a racit.&lt;br /&gt;Sa bei cafea fara cofeina e ca si cand ti-ai saruta sora (Bob Irwin)   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua este o bautura care te adoarme daca nu o bei (Alphonse Allais)   &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Molecule suave de Mocca isi agita sangele, fara a te incalzi ; creierul primeste din partea cafelei o demonstratie de simpatie ; munca devine mai usoara si mai placuta si te poti bucura in voie de bautura care te va pune pe picioare si iti va oferi o noapte calma si placuta (Printul Tallyrand)   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Daca nu are cofeina, nu e cafea.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt, aceasta pare sa fie nevoia de baza a inimii umane in orice moment de criza - o ceasca de cafea buna.&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua ne face severi, gravi si filosofi (Jonathan Swift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preotul voodoo si poate farmecele lui nu erau nimic pe langa espresso, cappuccino si mocca, mai puternice decat toate religiile lumii luate impreuna, si poate mai puternice decat insusi sufletul omenesc (Mark Helprin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cata dreptate...&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/2549422816520175976-3169374601065069582?l=frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/feeds/3169374601065069582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2549422816520175976&amp;postID=3169374601065069582' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3169374601065069582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2549422816520175976/posts/default/3169374601065069582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frimituradeclipa.blogspot.com/2008/07/prolog.html' title='prolog'/><author><name>LadyInsane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08892172063424485724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
