<?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-322321662961927065</id><updated>2012-01-16T01:47:50.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Online J</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6710216008750001915</id><published>2012-01-16T01:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:47:50.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Schimbari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99DRKqLBsRc/TxNkDf0Qz0I/AAAAAAAABps/FWdRcoXvKf4/s1600/we-have-moved.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99DRKqLBsRc/TxNkDf0Qz0I/AAAAAAAABps/FWdRcoXvKf4/s320/we-have-moved.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;In ianuarie blogul a implinit 2 ani, asa ca m-am gandit sa-i fac un cadou cat mai potrivit si i-am luat domeniu. Daca e sa ma alint, i-as spune "casa noua":) Dupa indelungi variante si opinii, numele care sta frumos in bara de adrese este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.eucumine.ro/"&gt;www.eucumine.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Acum mai ramane de vazut cum o sa ma impac eu cu mine in ceea ce am de scris pe blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru mai multe detalii/explicatii ne vedem la adresa de mai sus. Sa aduceti cadouri de casa noua (sub forma comentariilor) si sa fiti ingaduitori la inceput, caci dureaza pana pun o tema frumoasa, pana reasez toate posturile si pana imi reintru in rutina scrisului pe blog. Cu chef inainteeeeeee :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6710216008750001915?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6710216008750001915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2012/01/schimbari.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6710216008750001915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6710216008750001915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2012/01/schimbari.html' title='Schimbari'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99DRKqLBsRc/TxNkDf0Qz0I/AAAAAAAABps/FWdRcoXvKf4/s72-c/we-have-moved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3710977960738089956</id><published>2011-12-31T14:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:58:54.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un an nou frumos!!!</title><content type='html'>Cu drag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Uo0JAUWijM" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3710977960738089956?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3710977960738089956/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-nou-frumos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3710977960738089956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3710977960738089956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-nou-frumos.html' title='Un an nou frumos!!!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/3Uo0JAUWijM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2414246348227799350</id><published>2011-12-29T22:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:02:17.849+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da-le cu bilantu'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Vad ca e timp de bilant, de dorinte si de planuri. Lumea isi aminteste cu drag de 2011, isi insira lista cu realizari si isi face planuri pe noul 2012. Se pare ca e bine sa tragi linie, sa scazi si aduni, sa imparti si sa inmultesti si sa ajungi la un rezultat... cum ar fi el. Si mai dragut e sa fii sincer si sa fii constient de valoarea reala a ceea ce ai descoperit. Nu iti ajunge o lista cu liniute pe care sa o lungesti cat mai mult, in speranta iluziei vastei activitati din anul care tocmai se incheie, iti mai trebuie si experienta reala pe care sufletul si mintea ta o sa perceapa, si ceea ce e mai important, sa o valorifice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Eu nu am lista de insirat, nu am multe liniute de asezat frumos una sub alta, in schimb am multe amintiri adunate, am ceva experienta acumulata si, ce e esential, cred ca stiu ce sa fac si cum sa profit de pe urma ei. Anul ce a trecut mi-a daruit abilitatea de a-mi cunoaste mai bine sufletul, de a-mi cunoaste mai bine dorintele si de a-mi contura mai bine planurile pe care indraznesc sa mi le fac pentru viitor! Mi-a dat ocazia sa ma sperii de mine, sa ma supar pe mine, dar sa ma si uit cu sinceritate in oglinda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Asta am realizat eu anul asta: am reusit sa pasesc mai bine in sufletul meu, uneori cu bocancii, alteori cu tocuri ascutite cat sa ma doara tare, iar alteori cu picioarele goale, tiptil... de ma speriam si eu de propria-mi prezenta! Cica se mai numeste si a te maturiza, si eu ma bucur de ea... cu teama, dar si cu "nebuneala" iremediabila care ma mai da de gol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Acestea fiind zise, va urez un &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;2012 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;pe masura asteptarilor voastre, plin de experiente care sa va faca mai mari la minte si la suflet si... la cont :)) Hai cu sampania dragii mei!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S&lt;/b&gt;. Crazy princess me.. intr-o criza de panarama si paranoia! :)) Ma sperie apocalipsa din 2012 =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XE2yBCvmgwk/TvzQ85kSApI/AAAAAAAABpk/fefL8RfIOk0/s1600/DSCN1156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #fff2cc; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XE2yBCvmgwk/TvzQ85kSApI/AAAAAAAABpk/fefL8RfIOk0/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2414246348227799350?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2414246348227799350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-le-cu-bilantu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2414246348227799350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2414246348227799350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-le-cu-bilantu.html' title='Da-le cu bilantu&apos;'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XE2yBCvmgwk/TvzQ85kSApI/AAAAAAAABpk/fefL8RfIOk0/s72-c/DSCN1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6580229937357279872</id><published>2011-12-28T23:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:58:02.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadouri aiurea, copii dezamagiti!</title><content type='html'>A cam trecut vremea cadourilor, dar cum ar fi sa primiti niste cadouri total neasteptate, inutile si deloc placute? Va zic eu... aiurea tare! Mie nu mi s-a intamplat, dar copilasii draguti din filmulet au fost supusi unui asemenea experiment nefericit (pentru ei) si comic (pentru noi) de catre parintii lor. Acestia au raspuns provocarii lansate de catre prezentatorul tv american &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Kimmel"&gt;Jimmy Kimmel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Cred ca circula de cateva saptamani clipul, si poate l-ati si vazut, dar daca nu, va recomand calduros sa dati play. E fuuuuuuuuuuuuuny!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q4a9CKgLprQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6580229937357279872?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6580229937357279872/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/cadouri-aiurea-copii-dezamagiti.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6580229937357279872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6580229937357279872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/cadouri-aiurea-copii-dezamagiti.html' title='Cadouri aiurea, copii dezamagiti!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/q4a9CKgLprQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1398418450865325312</id><published>2011-12-26T12:36:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:06:09.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigand printre sarbatori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; În cap mi se învârt acum doar "leru-i ler", sarmale, cozonac, luminițe colorate, "jingle bells", mult roșu și un "ho ho hooo" fără final! Se pare că toate acestea mai sunt cunoscute și sub denumirea generică de "Crăciun". Cu toate că am început să mă pregătesc încă de pe la jumătatea lui decembrie, tot mi se pare că sărbătoarea trece repede, că nu m-am bucurat destul de colinde, de cadouri și de oameni zâmbăreți! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Veștile sunt totuși bune: se pare că acest Crăciun a fost sărbătorit "ca la carte" și servit la rece cu o ninsoare măruntă și binevenită exact în ziua de 25, numai bună de îmbrăcat orașul într-un pic de alb festiv. Și cum Moșul și-a făcut bine treaba și a înseninat câteva mii de mutrițe de copii mai mici sau mai mari, l-a dus pe Rudolf cu tot cu sanie la depou, pentru revizia anuală. În așteptarea unui nou sezon de dominație coniferă și aflat sub patronatul lui Stefan Hrușcă, se pare că paparazzii l-au surprins într-un moment de relaxare, cu haina roșie agățată în cui și cu burta legendară la soare! Mai trebuie să zic ca il invidiez?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi2UxkOYhyc/TvhSuARSV0I/AAAAAAAABpY/PJMIuR3ZC-U/s1600/we_wish_you_a_merry_christmas_640_74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi2UxkOYhyc/TvhSuARSV0I/AAAAAAAABpY/PJMIuR3ZC-U/s400/we_wish_you_a_merry_christmas_640_74.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690389079482586946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Chiar dacă suntem abia în a doua zi de Crăciun, și încă nu am terminat răciturile din frigider și nici vizitele pe la rude, acum migrăm deja cu toții către o nouă ocazie de băut șampanie, și anume începerea unui nou an! E anul ăla cu "buhuhu" în care lumea se pare că-și ia o pauză și se dă pe invisible, și cică noi mergem să dăm noroc cu dinozaurii! Ehh.. da' n-o fi sfârșitul lumii atât de negru, nu? Putem încă să mai savurăm o șampanie bună, să ne facem o listă cu ultime dorințe și să urmărim live la OTV cum cerul se întunecă și babuțele se baricadează în subsol!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lăsând întâmplările pseudo-fatidicului 2012 pentru viitor, eu zic să ne concentrăm pe lucrurile cu adevărat importante, și anume: "&lt;i&gt;cu ce mă îmbrac de Revelion&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;cu ce ojă mă dau pe unghia a treia de la mâna stângă&lt;/i&gt;" si "&lt;i&gt;de la anul chiar încep dieta&lt;/i&gt;" (pentru femei) și "&lt;i&gt;câtă băutură o să fie unde petrec eu Revelionul&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;oare mai merge tricoul ăla pe care l-am purtat vreo 2 săptămâni la rând și în acea noapte?!&lt;/i&gt;" și "&lt;i&gt;la anu' mă prefac că mă las de fumat numa' să nu mă mai bombăne&lt;/i&gt;" (pentru bărbați).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Acestea fiind zise, vă urez să navigați în siguranță printre sărbători, cu grijă la valurile de sarmale și de răcituri și la cascadele de vin și șampanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1398418450865325312?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1398418450865325312/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/navigand-printre-sarbatori.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1398418450865325312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1398418450865325312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/navigand-printre-sarbatori.html' title='Navigand printre sarbatori'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-yi2UxkOYhyc/TvhSuARSV0I/AAAAAAAABpY/PJMIuR3ZC-U/s72-c/we_wish_you_a_merry_christmas_640_74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1234061343540693204</id><published>2011-12-20T21:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:15:55.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stres festiv</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbuVRc0nhTY/TvDwBfpXriI/AAAAAAAABpA/WMqktCAW7ls/s1600/stres%2Bsarbatori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbuVRc0nhTY/TvDwBfpXriI/AAAAAAAABpA/WMqktCAW7ls/s400/stres%2Bsarbatori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688310237834489378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate-s bune si frumoase: luna decembrie e in toi, Mos Craciun e pe drum, bradul pare ca are chef de globuri, beteala si instalatii iar planurile pentru zilele libere ce urmeaza, par a fi dintre cele mai reusite! Singura intrebare existentiala intalnita la oamenii din jurul meu e "Cand ninge? Unde e zapada!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am senzatia in ultimii ani ca sarbatorile de iarna sunt cam pe dos: intai vin colindele, brazii si decoratiunile, pentru ca pe final sa vina si sentimentul de bucurie si cheful de a sarbatori! Ca si cum aceasta stare e creata artificial doar de beculete, de "ho ho ho" si de racituri + cozonac! Insa trebuie sa incetez si sa nu mai caut nod in papura! Bine ca lumea-i vesela, cu chef de vacanta si de cumparat cadouri :) Hmmm... cadourile... aceste minunate obligatii festive! Zilele acestea am luat si eu cu asalt supermarketurile in cautarea darurilor potrivite si am vazut oameni secatuiti de putere, oameni stresati, agitati si cu privirile pline de speranta, aruncate spre rafturile magazinului. Nu! N-ar trebui sa fie o povara gasirea unui cadou pentru cei dragi. Sunt cei pe care ii ai aproape in viata, nu? Ar trebui sa stii ce anume isi doresc, ar trebui sa stii ce anume i-ar bucura! Daca nu, fa cadouri generice (parfum, bijuterii, manusi, geanta, portofel, seturi cosmetice, pulover etc) dar macar acorda ceva atentie in plus dorintelor celor din jurul tau, pe viitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasand nebunia cadourilor la o parte, urmatoarea obsesie a gospodinelor e curatenia si mancarea. Nu am inteles niciodata de ce se chinuie femeile pana la extenuare sa faca mancare si curatenie pana in noaptea de Ajun cand pica late, pentru ca apoi sa stea fara vlaga si la recuperare intensiva, pana reusesc si ele sa-si revina si sa se bucure de rezultatele muncii lor. Nu zic, e foarte fain sa ai casa curata, pregatita si masa plina de specialitati traditionale, dar cred ca e si mai fain sa te si relaxezi, sa poti sa te bucuri de toate zilele si sa nu te umpli inainte de toti nervii posibili si imposibili! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine, cheia unor zile fara stres implica o conditie pe care eu, din pacate, sunt aproximativ incapabila sa o respect: sa faci totul din timp si fara graba - cadouri, curatenie, planuri etc... Dar atunci unde ar mai fi sentimentul acela unic dulce-amarui de panica amestecat cu "imi bag picioarele!" ? :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una peste alta, inchei aici cu unul dintre ultimele articole de pe aici (caci sper ca de la inceputul anului sa am "casa" noua) si va invit la relaxare si calm. Aaaa.. si spor la facut cadouri! E fun, nu va stresati dar nici nu va amagiti prea tare cu celebra sintagma "intentia conteaza!" :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1234061343540693204?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1234061343540693204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/stres-festiv.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1234061343540693204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1234061343540693204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/stres-festiv.html' title='Stres festiv'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbuVRc0nhTY/TvDwBfpXriI/AAAAAAAABpA/WMqktCAW7ls/s72-c/stres%2Bsarbatori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8185653092468599271</id><published>2011-12-08T16:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:52:03.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversare la Curtea Berarilor (2 ani de bere buna)</title><content type='html'>Si uite-asa mai bifez si eu o seara reusita, in care m-am bucurat de compania faina a unor petrecareti (care-si mai spun si bloggeri), de mancare buna si de bere cat sa asezonezi perfect intreaga petrecere! Motivul a fost aniversarea a doi ani de cand &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000554730394"&gt;Curtea Berarilor Timisoreana&lt;/a&gt; ofera iesenilor un cadru numai bun de adunat amintiri frumoase. &lt;a href="http://www.radurestivan.ro/"&gt;Radu Restivan &lt;/a&gt;a fost cel care ne-a provocat la o seara de voie buna, si bloggerii ieseni nu au putut spune "pas" unui nou blogmeet de succes :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evenimente demne de consemnat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://rpx.kicks-ass.net/"&gt;Iulia &lt;/a&gt;a compus &lt;a href="http://rpx.kicks-ass.net/?p=12782"&gt;imnul castigator al Curtii Berarilor&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/"&gt;Somnulescu &lt;/a&gt;a castigat concursul de turnat bere, facand in asa fel incat halba lui de bere sa fie desemnata "perfecta";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://butnaraski.ro/"&gt;Butnaraski &lt;/a&gt;si-a facut intrarea in inalta societate bloggeristica cu zambetul pe buze si cu halbele in fata;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- mai toti au avut chef de lalait in fata microfonului (in grup) si de dansat, de aici si atmosfera incendiara! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DR6fNaCUL2Y/TuEt-rZ2FAI/AAAAAAAABok/R3pyCaJjIt4/s1600/curtea%2Bberarilor%2Bpoza.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DR6fNaCUL2Y/TuEt-rZ2FAI/AAAAAAAABok/R3pyCaJjIt4/s400/curtea%2Bberarilor%2Bpoza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683874759544542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concluzii:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- seara a fost faina, da' taaare faina si toti mi-au lasat impresia ca imi impartasesc opinia; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.radurestivan.ro/"&gt;Radu &lt;/a&gt;(vinovatul ce ne-a invocat la Curte) merita multumiri si felicitari pentru atitudinea relaxata si totusi profi cu care-si trateaza job-ul;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Curtea Berarilor merita vizitata si felicitata pentru aniversare si pentru evenimentul creat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marturii de la locul faptei -&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.271520069562678.70497.209982539049765&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;poze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8185653092468599271?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8185653092468599271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/aniversare-la-curtea-berarilor-2-ani-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8185653092468599271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8185653092468599271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/aniversare-la-curtea-berarilor-2-ani-de.html' title='Aniversare la Curtea Berarilor (2 ani de bere buna)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DR6fNaCUL2Y/TuEt-rZ2FAI/AAAAAAAABok/R3pyCaJjIt4/s72-c/curtea%2Bberarilor%2Bpoza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2861471716842355506</id><published>2011-12-06T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:00:22.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa cu preferinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHR6ezJIGNM/Tt6QZmT4FAI/AAAAAAAABoY/h_QWerrOuvA/s1600/3.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHR6ezJIGNM/Tt6QZmT4FAI/AAAAAAAABoY/h_QWerrOuvA/s400/3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683138549243188226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite ca &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt;Radu &lt;/a&gt;s-a trezit intr-o dimineata insorita din viata lui de blogger celebru (cu &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/incendiu-in-iulius-mall-zona-food-court/"&gt;exclusivitati&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://www.telem.ro/telem/hot-blog/39727-hot-blog-05122011.html"&gt;aparitii tv&lt;/a&gt;) si s-a gandit sa ne streseze cu o &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/leapsa-cu-preferinte/"&gt;leapsa&lt;/a&gt;. Macar e simpla si nu necesita explicatii elaborate: ce zi a saptamanii prefer si de ce? Dupa ce el s-a laudat ca e fan al inceputurilor si ca ziua de luni sta pe locul intai al preferintelor sale, mi-am pus si eu cateva intrebari. Am ajuns la concluzia ca si mie imi plac inceputurile: iti dau posibilitatea sa o iei de la inceput; oricat de aiurea te-ai descurcat inainte poti sa te prefaci ca nu s-a intamplat nimic si sa ai o noua sansa, si poti mereu sa te amagesti cu fraza "acum va fi altfel! acum va fi mai bine!". Insa gradul de adevar al acestor afirmatii este relativ, caci oamenii au tendinta de a repeta tipare, asa ca e mult mai construnctiv ca la un moment dat sa inveti cum sa spargi acel tipar rezolvand provocarile existente, decat sa inchizi ochii si sa zici "&lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt;" unui alt inceput care (cel mai probabil) te va duce la acelasi rezultat!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar sa revin la leapsa! Scurt si la obiect: ziua preferata din saptamana esteeeeeee: miercuri! Pentru ca mie imi place mijlocul :)) Conform personalitatii mele caracterizate de sintagma "&lt;i&gt;nici laie, nici balaie&lt;/i&gt;", despre ziua de miercuri nu poti zice ca-i inceput, dar nici spre final nu o poti incadra! E pe locul ala caldut si gri care imi place mie de multe ori, de unde o poti privi din doua perspective. Imi place ca vine destul de repede dupa luni, si deja poti sa spui cu speranta, ca te apropii de weekend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu gandul la cele 7 glorioase zile din saptamana, mi-au venit repede in minte, asocieri capatate de-a lungul timpului: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;luni &lt;/i&gt;- ziua in care aveam repetitii la dansuri si stiam ca ma voi relaxa mai spre seara cu vals, salsa si tango (din pacate nu am facut prea mult timp si nici nu mai tin minte dansurile, dar a fost o perioada faina si utila);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;i&gt;marti &lt;/i&gt;- ziua in care profa de info ne teroriza cu Pascal si C++ in cele 8 ore din orar (macar puteam sa mai stau pe net, intr-o perioada in care acasa nu curgea net-ul la robinetul de la RDS);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;miercuri &lt;/i&gt;- ziua in care eram, in liceu, terorizata de profa de chimie :))  Era singura materie care imi displacea profund, in mare parte din cauza profesoarei. A fost socul vietii mele de eleva cand intr-a 9-a era sa raman corigenta pe primul semestru la chimie!!! La ultima lucrare am copiat, am luat 7 si asa am reusit sa ma salvez cu glorioasa medie 5. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;joi &lt;/i&gt;- in ultima vreme e ziua pe care mi-o dedic iesirilor in oras "cu fetele". De fapt e o singura fata cu care imi face maaaare placere sa ma vad si sa trancanesc, sa ma plang, sa ma laud, sa ma prostesc... Nu ne ajung niciodata orele si (tipic) am mai sta la telefon sa mai povestim inca juma' de ora, la 5 minute dupa ce ne-am despartit :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;vineri &lt;/i&gt;- sunt cu zambetul pe buze, un pic zapacita si cu planuri mari de weekend. Planuri pe care de obicei nu le respect, dar macar am iluzia ca urmeaza un weekend bestial!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sambata &lt;/i&gt;- ziua in care parca ma simt obligata sa ies in oras, sa petrec si sa ma simt bine! Chiar daca eu am chef sa stau in casa si sa zac pe pat cu un film in fata, am mereu senzatia ca altii fac chestii mai interesante si ca trebuie neaparat sa-mi misc fundul intr-un pub ceva... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;duminica &lt;/i&gt;- echivaleaza in mintea mea cu soare, biserica, plimbare si masa in familie. Duminica stateam cu totii la masa si mancam fripturica cu cel mai delicios mujdei posibil. Plus (din nou, sechele din trecut isi fac resimtita prezenta) ma gandesc la orele (uneori cam 4 la numar) pe care obisnuiam sa le petrec pe la studioul TVR Iasi, la repetitiile corului Angeli. Faine timpuri!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si uite-asa dragul meu Radu, ti-am facut o radiografie completa a saptamanii, ca sa ma pot simti si eu mandra ca am onorat bine leapsa incredintata! Si daca tot ai pornit pe ideea asta, ia sa-mi impartasesti si mie (sub forma unui comentariu la acest articol sau la cel de pe blogul tau) in care sa specifici si sa motivezi pe scurt: ora preferata din zi, luna preferata din an si anul preferat din decada 2000-2010 :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2861471716842355506?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2861471716842355506/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/leapsa-cu-preferinte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2861471716842355506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2861471716842355506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/leapsa-cu-preferinte.html' title='Leapsa cu preferinte'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHR6ezJIGNM/Tt6QZmT4FAI/AAAAAAAABoY/h_QWerrOuvA/s72-c/3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6258595437795639346</id><published>2011-12-05T21:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:11:16.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu gandul la Mos Nicolae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XXeOjnkn5s/Tt0lYF_RsAI/AAAAAAAABoM/IkD3qr3BI_w/s1600/mosnicolae.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XXeOjnkn5s/Tt0lYF_RsAI/AAAAAAAABoM/IkD3qr3BI_w/s400/mosnicolae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682739400666099714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La ora asta (în jur de 22), cam toți copilașii cuminți sunt în pat și visează la papuceii plini de cadouri, pe care speră să îi găsească de dimineață. Însă eu am recunoscut că nu m-am încadrat la categoria "cuminți", așa că nu îmi mai rămâne decât să povestesc câte ceva pe blog și să mă culc cu frica nuielușei din ghetuțe. Hmm... glumă total neadecvată în context, dar când mă gândesc la asta, mintea mea face imediat asocierea cu "spank me! spank me!!". În fine, ideea-i că eu tot m-am dus să-mi dau papuceii cu cremă și să-i fac frumoși, ca de fiecare data, chiar dacă de la an la an mai adaug un gram de scepticism și cinism la modul în care privesc viața.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; L-am întrebat pe nepoțelul meu de 5 anișori dacă vine Moș Nicolae la el, și mi-a spun ferm convins că DA! După, l-am rugat să-și dea cu părerea despre "cazul" meu dificil. Inițial a fost cam incisiv și mi-a spus că sunt femeie și că nu o să vină și la mine (aproape mi-au dat lacrimile!), apoi mi-a zis că-s domnișoară (se vede că l-am înduioșat!), ca apoi să rămână la varianta finală: că-s fetiță și o să vină și o să-mi aducă o păpușă (așa mai merge!) :)) Și varianta lui numărul doi: "sau Mădăăăăă, cred că o să-ți aducă Moș Nicolae un telefon, dar pentru mine, că și-așa nu am!!". Ei poftim educatie! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6258595437795639346?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6258595437795639346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/cu-gandul-la-mos-nicolae.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6258595437795639346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6258595437795639346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/cu-gandul-la-mos-nicolae.html' title='Cu gandul la Mos Nicolae'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-7XXeOjnkn5s/Tt0lYF_RsAI/AAAAAAAABoM/IkD3qr3BI_w/s72-c/mosnicolae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8662180043975112442</id><published>2011-12-03T17:15:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T10:20:35.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogmeet la Curtea berarilor Iasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2svWXcUCf8/Ttqp2O_wPqI/AAAAAAAABn0/cHmvdf5oPRQ/s1600/wewe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2svWXcUCf8/Ttqp2O_wPqI/AAAAAAAABn0/cHmvdf5oPRQ/s400/wewe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682040629084831394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mare prilej de bucurie si pretext de blogmeet iesean (nr. 36): &lt;b style="text-align: left; "&gt;Curtea berarilor Timisoreana &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;sarbatoreste pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7 decembrie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt; 2 ani de existenta in Iasi. Dupa experienta de anul trecut, cand au avut "taierea de mot", cosider ca trebuie neaparat sa repet distractia! Anul trecut a fost prima mea intalnire cu cei care populeaza blogosfera ieseana, iar o parte din impresii le-am impartasit si pe blog la vremea respectiva, si le puteti citi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2010/12/tweetmeet-la-curtea-berarilor.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;Acum un an, am fost provocati sa participam la karaoke romanesc cu piese autohtone, insa anul asta ne-a fost data o tema in plus: sa incercam sa gasim un imn al Curtii berarilor. Imn nu am reusit sa compun, dar cateva versuri am zis ca tot se merita sa incerc sa leg. Ce-a iesit va las pe voi si cititi si sa va amuzati (de "talentul" meu):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Într-o seară fermecată, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; oamenii s-au adunat  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; într-un loc ca altădată &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; și frumos el botezat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Numele-i era faimos, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; multă lume îl știa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; căci au petrecut frumos  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; cum spune tradiția. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Curtea berarilor&lt;/b&gt; se cheamă, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; locul unde se distrează &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; oamenii cei mai de seamă &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; care se mai si pozează. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Și în seara menționată, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; la doi ani de existența, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; bloggerii toți de odată &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; dovedit'au rezistentă. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Berile au curs cu spor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; lucruri faine s-au vorbit, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; despre bloguri cu umor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; și cu page rank obosit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; În final, să le dorim &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; viață lungă și clienți,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; și să-i mai sărbătorim &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; cu o bere și doi cenți!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8662180043975112442?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8662180043975112442/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogmeet-la-curtea-berarilor-iasi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8662180043975112442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8662180043975112442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/12/blogmeet-la-curtea-berarilor-iasi.html' title='Blogmeet la Curtea berarilor Iasi'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-X2svWXcUCf8/Ttqp2O_wPqI/AAAAAAAABn0/cHmvdf5oPRQ/s72-c/wewe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7730060856395923351</id><published>2011-11-28T00:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T01:22:30.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Globuri cu suflet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXbLI3kKKlI/TtK-SyrnVEI/AAAAAAAABnE/EAFOkVWrdG8/s1600/globuri-cu-suflet2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXbLI3kKKlI/TtK-SyrnVEI/AAAAAAAABnE/EAFOkVWrdG8/s400/globuri-cu-suflet2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679811310119244866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nu, globurile mele nu sunt posedate de Spiritul Crăciunului și nu au prins viață în sertarul din sufragerie, în care așteaptă cumințele călătoria sezoniara în brad. E vorba despre altceva, și anume  campania inițiată acum 3 ani de către &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://laviniabiberi.com/"&gt;Lavinia Biberi &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;împreună cu alți colegi de blogosferă ieșeană, și ajunsă acum la a treia ediție, ce se desfășoară în București (tot &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://laviniabiberi.com/globuri-cu-suflet-editia-a-iii-a/"&gt;Lavinia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;fiind cea răspunzătoare) și în paralel și în Iași (unde echipă &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/11/globuri-cu-suflet-editia-a-iii-a-2011/"&gt;WP0 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;și &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://saptepietre.ro/"&gt;Anda &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;sunt baza). Campania se numește "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/GLOBURI-CU-SUFLET.pdf"&gt;GLOBURI CU SUFLET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" și are ca scop strângerea unei sume de bani și a diverselor materiale didactice pentru școlile din mediul rural. Ce s-a întâmplat în anii precedenți, vedeți accesând acest link:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCPNK7uOzJY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt; &lt;i&gt;campanie 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; și pe acesta: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ygIr3ceKGU&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;i&gt;campanie 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Că să ajung totuși și la lucrurile concrete, și anume modalitatea prin care vă puteți implica, o să îl citez pe &lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andrei Dumbravă&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 15px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1.5em; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Identificarea unei școli/centru de copii care ar avea nevoie de ajutorul nostru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Făcând donații&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Promovând campania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Venind cu noi atunci când vom înmâna bunurile instituției respective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Venind cu idei noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu am considerat mereu că puțin cu puțin se face mult! Așa că vă rog să nu ezitați în a face chiar și cel mai mic gest care ar putea să ajute această frumoasă inițiativă! Scrieți pe bloguri despre ea, donați măcar 10 lei sau câteva rechizite ori jucării ce credeți că vă prisosesc! Important e să vă implicați! Câteva detalii în plus găsiți accesând &lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/GLOBURI-CU-SUFLET.pdf"&gt;această &lt;b&gt;prezentare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;și acest &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/globuri-cu-suflet/comunicat-presa-valabil-la-26-noiembrie-2011/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comunicat de presă&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mergând pe această idee, &lt;a href="http://lucicx.com/blogmeet-iasi-no35-vineri-25-noiembrie/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LucicX &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a organizat un blogmeet (se pare că e al 35-lea la număr), unde scopul era ca această campanie să fie motivul principal de întâlnire și discuție. Lumea s-a adunat, a discutat, și Andrei a putut să prezinte un pic mai pe larg obiectivele inițiativei. Eu sper că toți cei prezenți să fi înțeles mesajul campaniei și să îl ducă mai departe, în ideea de putea face cât mai multe în acest an!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XgvTYp1F_AU/TtK-ShXgG3I/AAAAAAAABm4/3zjM-UcXFPA/s400/grup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679811305471482738" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7730060856395923351?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7730060856395923351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/globuri-cu-suflet.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7730060856395923351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7730060856395923351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/globuri-cu-suflet.html' title='Globuri cu suflet'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXbLI3kKKlI/TtK-SyrnVEI/AAAAAAAABnE/EAFOkVWrdG8/s72-c/globuri-cu-suflet2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2572237392305390535</id><published>2011-11-24T23:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T01:31:22.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Linia moarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkwo080dRSs/Ts7SW6XuCrI/AAAAAAAABms/gwYdzEJPmZA/s1600/deadline%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkwo080dRSs/Ts7SW6XuCrI/AAAAAAAABms/gwYdzEJPmZA/s400/deadline%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678707471228471986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; Adică aia care tradusă în engleză dă egal cu deadline. Sau mai clar spus stresul omului modern, ulcerul vieții cotidiene ori coșmarul zilei fatidice!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Așa funcționează acum societatea, în termene, în limite, într-o veselie plină de acid gastric. Dar mie-mi place! De fapt nu îmi place, place, place, place.. [&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dih729_02oM"&gt;ROA &lt;/a&gt;ieși din cap!!!!], ci mi se pare util. Asta pentru că în mod natural am senzația că sunt o "lălăitoare" (licență poetică, nu aruncați cu roșii stricate în monitor!). Adică una de-aia care-ar lălăio până când natura/soarta/destinul se impune singur și deciziile încep să nu mai fie o opțiune. Ca și cu blogul vieții, al cărui nume mă chinui să-l nasc mai ceva ca la o cezariană complicată. Odată e în &lt;i&gt;.ro&lt;/i&gt;, apoi mă seduce &lt;i&gt;.com&lt;/i&gt; după care las baltă și mă îndrept spre mocăciuni pe &lt;i&gt;wordpress&lt;/i&gt;... Întâi e nume, apoi poreclă ca spre final să ajung la o alăturare aleatorie de cuvinte. Nimic nu-mi place, strâmb mereu din nas și amân orice decizie în speranța inspirației divine care oricum văd că nu are de gând să mă viziteze. Așa că trebuie să-mi impun un termen limită, și ce mi-o veni în cap până atunci, așa va rămâne! Aaa.. și că tot veni vorba, de-aia nici nu mai scriu așa des aici, că am pretenții să scriu frumos și cu chef pe domeniu propriu, vreau vizitatori la kilogram, advertoriale care să-mi plătească programarea la spa și să devin celebră în emisiunea &lt;a href="http://www.telem.ro/telem/hot-blog/39221-hot-blog-21112011.html"&gt;Hot blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Din ciclu "amintiri din studenție" și în strânsă legătură cu natura mea sezonier-delăsătoare de care v-am povestit mai sus, vine și povestea cu zecile de examene pentru care nu mișcam un curs pe parcursul anului, dar pentru care, în ultimele două nopți, îl fugăream pe Moș Ene prin casă și îi trânteam între ochi un ordin de restricție mare cât cana mea de cafea cu lapte! Și uite-așa a terminat Mădălina facultatea fără o restanța. Daaa.. știu reacțiile.. bla bla bla... n-am fost studentă dacă nu am avut restanțe... etc... For the record, chiar am fost, și chiar una deșteaptă, simpatică, cu chef mare de distracții și fără stresul restantelot (sîc!) :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; În concluzie, până nu simt amenințarea de-asupra capului, nu am prea mari șanse de a mă "aduna", însă trăiesc cu speranța lucrurilor făcute din timp și a liniștii și a siguranței deciziilor luate la momentul oportun.  Hai că odată recunoscută problema, calea spre rezolvare e pe jumătate parcursă, nu? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2572237392305390535?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2572237392305390535/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/linia-moarta.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2572237392305390535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2572237392305390535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/linia-moarta.html' title='Linia moarta'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wkwo080dRSs/Ts7SW6XuCrI/AAAAAAAABms/gwYdzEJPmZA/s72-c/deadline%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7422438561263041240</id><published>2011-11-10T21:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:00:44.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai tu fata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ0ElqYMvI4/Tr_XQd-DPlI/AAAAAAAABmc/hX2c0vs9YrQ/s1600/piti.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ0ElqYMvI4/Tr_XQd-DPlI/AAAAAAAABmc/hX2c0vs9YrQ/s400/piti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674490733432880722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E inofensiv! E doar un cuvant, si nici macar nu e unul obscen, sau cu o conotatie aiurea! E apelativul suprem al fetelor care populeaza Romania in momentul actual (de fapt, eu pot depune marturie doar pentru cele din Iasi...) Nu trece zi fara sa nu il aud, nu trece niciun moment in care sa nu ma zgaraie (din ce in ce mai tare) la urechi. Nu c-as avea nu stiu ce urechiuse fine, iar timpanul meu nu a mai auzit pana acum decat prelegerile conferentiarilor universitari, dar ce e mult (prea mult) strica!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bine, aici e si vina mediului in care te invarti, te rasucesti sau faci piruete. Daca ai de-a face cu o gasca de fete/femei la facultate/serviciu zi de zi, si daca media de varsta e destul de mica, e si foarte probabil sa ajungi intr-o zi sa ii spui mamei "Ce faci fataaa?!". Am ajuns sa ma uit suspicios cand o colega imi spune pe nume, ceva n-o fi bine.. nu mai suntem prietene, am suparat-o cu ceva?! Iar eu, la randul meu, nefiind total integrata in acest trend, adica ne..iesindu-mi triluri infinite de "fata" pe gura, il arunc cand si cand in conversatii, pentru a stabili acea reciprocitate necesara, nu-i asa, intr-un mediu social. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partea mai ciudata e ca fenomenul se raspandeste, ajungand ca aceasta alaturare "fericita" de vocale si consoane sa fie si pe buzele unor doamne cu pretentii de vocabular mai aerisit! Dupa secunda de uimire, incepi sa le percepi pe acele persoane ca pe niste surori mai mari carora le-ai putea da un ghiont, zicandu-le pe un ton jucaus "Hai fata, termino!". Iar pe sub atitudinea aparent profesionala sa reusesti sa intrezaresti buzele parca un pic tuguiate si parul ars si intins cu placa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe langa cele care isi brodeaza neincetat propozitiile cu acest apelativ (cum facea o cunostinta care ajunsese sa-i spuna pana si sotului ei mereu asa), mai sunt si "ocazionalele", adica cele care isi mai pipereaza conversatiile (intr-un mod firesc si nederanjant) sau care o fac la modul ironic. Rezultatul? Un amalgam de cuvinte, o amestecatura de stiluri si o limba romana mai "colorata".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7422438561263041240?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7422438561263041240/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/hai-tu-fata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7422438561263041240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7422438561263041240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/hai-tu-fata.html' title='Hai tu fata!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ0ElqYMvI4/Tr_XQd-DPlI/AAAAAAAABmc/hX2c0vs9YrQ/s72-c/piti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7343754596116150174</id><published>2011-11-06T16:49:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:27:48.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogmeet in Iasi  (al 34-lea la numar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgKVLljj8Uw/TrbMfLmAGnI/AAAAAAAABmQ/AQAdKRjX8fo/s1600/blogmeet-34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgKVLljj8Uw/TrbMfLmAGnI/AAAAAAAABmQ/AQAdKRjX8fo/s400/blogmeet-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671945616779909746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al 34-lea moment de suava interactiune bloggeristica s-a consumat la initiativa lui &lt;a href="http://losty88.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Souhad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, care a organizat intalnirea intr-un loc foarte placut, si anume la &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001755725191&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coopers Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, unde cei prezenti au putut sa aleaga ca si metode de relaxare ori o partida de biliard, tenis de masa, darts, airhockey, ori expunerea talentului muzical in cadrul programului de karaoke. Normal ca atmosfera a fost frumoasa, galagioasa si imbietoare pentru a socializa, doar vorbim aici despre bloggeri draguti si cu chef de viata! Lista de prezenta inca nu o stiu, iar memoria nu sclipeste atat de mult incat sa fac o rapida identificare si enumerare a celor prezenti. Asta si pentru ca am dat nas in nas cu cateva pesoane semi-cunoscute, mediul on-line (blogul sau facebook-ul) fiind singurul loc in care am interactionat cat de cat in prealabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu si cu &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am ajuns un pic mai tarzior, adica aproximativ la o ora dupa ce s-au adunat toate fețele cinstite ale bloggerimii iesene, asa ca initial am zambit frumos, am salutat grupul deja pus pe discutii si m-am retras in capatul liber al mesei rezervate, alaturi de o sticla de bere. De-acolo mi-am evaluat sansele de a intra in "hora", solutiile prezentandu-se sub forma a doua alternative: fie a unei plonjari libere pe masa din mijlocul lor, fie prin efectuarea unei scamatorii galagioase, cu scopul de a le atrage atentia asupra mea! Cum nu imi facusem in acea zi exercitiile de flexibilitate si plonjarea mi se parea riscanta, iar capitolul cu scamatorii si magie fiind completat cu succes de catre oaspetele blogmeet-ului, magicianul &lt;a href="http://www.mydas.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mydas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; a ramas doar o a treia varianta, si anume sa ma tin bine de sticla si sa gravitez pe langa masa! Din fericire pe-acolo am dat de &lt;a href="http://lucicx.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucicx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, care chinuia cu talent un aparat foto rapit de la o bloggerita; de &lt;a href="http://alexandrabohan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, care mai tarziu mi-a tinut companie in incercarea de a sustine vocal participantii la karaoke si de &lt;a href="http://iustin.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iustin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, care m-a socat prin normalitatea culorii capilare adoptate, si prin consecventa aratata in relatia sa cu tigara electronica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saptepietre.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, alaturi de sotul ei, a bifat prezenta cu numarul doi la asemenea intalniri, si sa speram ca de-acum ni se va tot alatura; &lt;a href="http://taradaciuc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a venit cu chef, si daca la inceput misca imperceptibil si cu nerabdare din picior, spre final s-a dezlantuit dansand si cantand alaturi de noi. Pe &lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andrei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;l-am "vanat" cu gandul sa recreem momentul de karaoke de la un alt blogmeet, insa pana la urma l-am iertat si am amanat trilurile pentru o alta ocazie. &lt;a href="http://zazullina.info/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a fugit destul de repede de la intalnire, ca si &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gazduiresite.ro/"&gt;Ionut&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de altfel, care a invocat motivul suprem la care nu ar fi avut nimeni nimic de obiectat, si anume cel ce il avea ca personaj principal pe juniorul sau Mihnea. Pe &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somnulescu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l-am luat la intrebari despre &lt;a href="http://www.blogjuan.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BlogJuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (concursul la care a participat), pe &lt;a href="http://pavelarcana.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pavel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;despre &lt;a href="http://sutsigol.eu/2011/11/04/vaslui-a-curatat-din-nou-imaginea-romaniei/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meciul de la Piatra-Neamt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unde tocmai fusese prezent cu o zi inainte si pe &lt;a href="http://www.belva.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andreea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;despre &lt;a href="http://www.belva.ro/belva-ro-isi-cauta-colege/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;campania de recrutare e belvelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Si daca tot vorbeam de invidie, o sa va povestesc ca nuuuu am fost deloooooc invidioasa pe &lt;a href="http://www.macku.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (a.k.a. ambasador Samsung Romania, si mandru posesor de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Samsung Galaxy Tab 7.7&lt;/span&gt;... inca nelansat pe piata!) si nici nu am vrut sa complotez cu &lt;a href="http://www.mydas.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mydas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disparitia "misterioasa" a tabletei. Nuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara a fost mai frumoasa si prin prezenta lui &lt;a href="http://cerere-finantare.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Etienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iasi4u.ro/"&gt;Bogdan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acsel.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dragosteam.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sab-ina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.iasivezi.com/"&gt;Viorel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://personal-trip.com/"&gt;Andrei Bibire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://danyblog.ro/"&gt;Danny &lt;/a&gt;si a lui &lt;a href="http://www.serafimpantea.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serafim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Lista nu-i completa? Nu-i bai.. uitati-va mai sus la ceea ce-am zis despre memorie, ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff... cate cuvinte pentru o concluzie simpla: a fost fain, multumim &lt;a href="http://losty88.wordpress.com/"&gt;Souhad &lt;/a&gt;pentru organizare si ne vedem cu totii la Blogmeet 35!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7343754596116150174?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7343754596116150174/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogmeet-in-iasi-al-34-lea-la-numar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7343754596116150174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7343754596116150174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/11/blogmeet-in-iasi-al-34-lea-la-numar.html' title='Blogmeet in Iasi  (al 34-lea la numar)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-XgKVLljj8Uw/TrbMfLmAGnI/AAAAAAAABmQ/AQAdKRjX8fo/s72-c/blogmeet-34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7409129419001065070</id><published>2011-10-29T18:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:02:13.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai la meci (FC Vaslui - Sporting Lisabona)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqwxmf7evwU/TqwjdnNxMNI/AAAAAAAABmE/8i9kDl45KaE/s1600/IMG069.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqwxmf7evwU/TqwjdnNxMNI/AAAAAAAABmE/8i9kDl45KaE/s400/IMG069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668945022602522834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu si fotbalul nu suntem prietenii cei mai buni, dar lucrez la asta! :) Imi place sa intru in atmosfera si sa urmaresc meciurile importante alaturi de microbisti infocati, caci ei fac spectacolul ce completeaza meciul de pe teren. Priviri incruntate, muschi tensionati, zambete crispate, tipete de bucurie.. o intreaga gama de expresii si sentimente poti admira la un microbist in timpul partidei de fotbal! Plus ca ii testezi si rezistenta nervilor atunci cand e pus fata in fata cu o situatie total neplacuta (gol de la echipa adversa), si cum reactioneaza sub tensiune! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insa cel mai interesant e sa iei pulsul direct de pe teren! Dupa cateva tentative de a ateriza si eu pe un stadion, premiera s-a infaptuit la inceputul acestei primaveri, cand am mers la meciul amical Poli Iasi - Otelul Galati. Meciul a fost destul de alert, asa ca nu am avut ocazia sa ma plictisesc, Poli Iasi fiind oricum si echipa castigatoare, inscriind singurul gol al partidei. Galeria a fost ok, iar eu am incercat sa ma integrez cu o punga de seminte in brate (dar nu m-a lasat inima si bunul simt sa arunc cojile pe jos), si cu cateva indemnuri patriotice dar decente, la adresa iesenilor din teren. Mie mi-a placut stadionul Emil Alexandrescu, cu toate ca nici nu eram foarte greu de impresionat, avand in vedere ca era singurul vazut pana atunci, deci fara termen de comparatie! Oricum, am capatat inca o doza de respect pentru baietii aia care fugareau mingea pe teren, vazand ce conditie fizica necesita sustinerea unui meci bun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avand, prin urmare, o experienta pozitiva in ceea ce priveste prezenta pe un stadion, mi-ar placea sa o repet cat de curand, la meciul dintre FC Vaslui si Sporting Lisabona care se va juca pe stadionul din Piatra Neamt. Cum imi place sa ma joc si cu pronosticurile (caci ma cred Mama Omida undercover), complimentez si eu Vasluiul, acordandu-le credit prin pronosticul de 2-1, impotriva oaspetilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si uite-asa particip si eu la acest &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/blog/fc-vaslui-sporting-vrei-sa-mergi-la-meci-concurs/"&gt;concurs&lt;/a&gt;, organizat in colaborare cu magazinul online &lt;a href="http://www.maritza.ro/"&gt;Maritza.ro&lt;/a&gt; Hai ca eu deja ma pregatesc sa fac galerie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7409129419001065070?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7409129419001065070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/hai-la-meci-fc-vaslui-sporting-lisabona.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7409129419001065070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7409129419001065070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/hai-la-meci-fc-vaslui-sporting-lisabona.html' title='Hai la meci (FC Vaslui - Sporting Lisabona)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oqwxmf7evwU/TqwjdnNxMNI/AAAAAAAABmE/8i9kDl45KaE/s72-c/IMG069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3895190044100246970</id><published>2011-10-23T16:31:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:00:12.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog, blogger si aniversari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcVbkcPdiHM/TqQX4lxGDSI/AAAAAAAABlo/ChdQcNNgW24/s1600/my-blog-t-shirt.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcVbkcPdiHM/TqQX4lxGDSI/AAAAAAAABlo/ChdQcNNgW24/s400/my-blog-t-shirt.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666680492117069090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aproximativ asa incepe de ceva timp cam orice gand generat de o idee interesanta, de o nemultumire, de orice mi se pare mie demn de luat in seama! Intr-o fractiune de secunda deja vizualizez continutul viitorului articol si ma si lupt sa combat posibilele contraargumente postate de cititorii cu pareri diverse! Totul se invarte, se amesteca, pana... puuuuf.. dispare tot intr-un norisor de fum :)) Si apoi se trezeste Madalina ca n-are ce scrie pe blog si se uita ca o Milka mov la ecranul alb! Am incercat si partea cu notatul ideilor, insa se pare ca ulterior conceperii virtuale a articolului din momentul respectiv, cand recitesc ideea de baza nu mai am acelasi spor, ajung sa scriu trei fraze, rezultatul final nu ma multumeste, asa ca sterg tot si las blogul inca o zi sa se mai odihneasca! Ehh.. drame de bloggerita wannabe!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa vorbim totusi de o prospatura de blogger care afiseaza entuziasmul inceputului si care manifesta o buna doza de inspiratie pe &lt;a href="http://butnaraski.ro/"&gt;butnaraski.ro&lt;/a&gt;. Cum ieri si-a serbat &lt;a href="http://butnaraski.ro/312-luni-andrei-butnarasu-1-luna-butnaraski-ro/"&gt;312 luni de viata si o luna de existenta in blogosfera&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;i&gt;La muuulti ani!!!&lt;/i&gt;), s-a gandit ca e un motiv destul de bun sa ne adunam sa consumam lichide cu grade (sau fara) pentru a compensa lipsa lor din atmosfera, sa ii devoram torturile delicioase si sa-l plictisim cu ceva cadouri si voie buna! Cinstita adunare s-a manifestat cu entuziasm, drept urmare cei mai viteji dintre ei care au ramas pe metereze spre final, au fost invitati intr-o casa primitoare si cinstiti cu parjoale :)) Tratamentul a fost regeste: parjolute moldovenesti si Jack Daniel's :P Eu? Viteaza ca de obicei, mi-am inceput ieri noapte cariera de fachir, fiind initiata in degustarea bucatelelor de napolitane in flacari. Dupa ce-am trisat de vreo doua ori si am stins flacara inainte de a le manca si dupa o alta incercare esuata care m-a lasat nu cu buza umflata ci fripta (pentru cateva secunde), am reusit si celebra miscare de fachir amator!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam gata si cu popasul de azi pe-aici, ma duc sa ma scald prin alte ape blogosferice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: mai stiti ca ma plangeam de laptopul meu care se incalzeste foarte tare? Eee.. acum il iubesc si-l imbratisez mereu, pentru ca datorita lui nu congelez in casa! Eu ma uit cu speranta la calorifere, dar ele imi arunca o privire rece care ma face sa alerg infrigurata in pat cu laptopul :)) Asa ca.. love is in the air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Update&lt;/i&gt;: detalii la &lt;a href="http://butnaraski.ro/afterparty/"&gt;http://butnaraski.ro/afterparty/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3895190044100246970?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3895190044100246970/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-blogger-si-aniversari.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3895190044100246970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3895190044100246970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-blogger-si-aniversari.html' title='Blog, blogger si aniversari'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcVbkcPdiHM/TqQX4lxGDSI/AAAAAAAABlo/ChdQcNNgW24/s72-c/my-blog-t-shirt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6691729173130715226</id><published>2011-10-20T00:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T00:09:57.841+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>La cald.. de-aia se cheama "hot", fara detalii incendiare in noaptea asta :)) Am fugit pe un deal pe dupa Schitul Duca, cu ochii dupa stele. Momentan inca mai tremur de atata frig indurat, dar ceva "combustibil" "revergorant" ne-a facut sa fim mai receptivi la toate constelatiile prezente pe cerul instelat! Vaaaant, friiig si oleaca de somn m-au facut sa vad constelatii nedescoperite si stele nestiute :)) Insa telescopul chiar m-a ajutat si-am dat de Andromeda, de Jupiter si alte chestii de-alea din spatiu! Creier rece, ochi somnorosi, paturica calda... nu ma condamnati ca adorm in fata laptopului si mai si aberez!!! Va pup pe toti.. cei 5 cititori ai mei! Glumesc, sunt bloggerita celebra, m-am saturat de autografe si-o fac pe modesta :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6691729173130715226?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6691729173130715226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/hot.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6691729173130715226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6691729173130715226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6440837397709467993</id><published>2011-10-14T01:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:26:09.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatorile Iasului 2011</title><content type='html'>Cum sa evit asa un subiect, cand ies din bloc, merg vreo doi pasi si dau nas in nas cu sarbatoarea?! Ca doar tarabele alea colorate de la Palatul Culturii in jos, gratarele fumegand din fata Halei Centrale si cojoacele atarnate frumos pe umerase inseamna "sarbatorile Iasului", nu? Ca sa fiu cat mai la subiect, incerc sa enumar reperele:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tarabele &lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;cu ciorapi, papuci, jucarii, vaze, vase, porumb, pietre pretioase, dulciuri, bijuterii, sosete..... Ce sa zic, ma duc cu gandul la celebra piesa cu "avem di tătiiii";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gratarele &lt;/b&gt;- cu ceafa de porc, mici, carnati, pastrama, hamsii. Toate un pic condimentate cu salmonella;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tentatii dulci &lt;/b&gt;- kurtos colac, turta dulce, vata de zahar, mere coapte;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antitermicele &lt;/b&gt;- cojoace, sosoni, botosei, veste, caciuli, blanuri, haine de piele;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Religioase &lt;/b&gt;- busuioc, iconite, metanii, tamaie, cruciulite;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pianistii &lt;/b&gt;- asa am inteles recent ca se mai numesc cei care cu delicatetea si cu degetele lungi, specifice unui artist, iti mangaie buzunarele, curata portofelele si adapostesc cu ospitalitate nefireasca celularele nesupravegheate;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baia de multime &lt;/b&gt;- incep sa ma simt dubios de apropiata de multa lume! Imbratisez corpuri straine, imi presez hmmm.. sanii bre' Madalino.. zi-le pe nume [dedublarea de personalitate kicks in!] de oameni rataciti prin multime, imping usor dar ferm spetele a zeci de babute dezorientate si capat abilitati spectaculoase demne de cat woman: pun un picior in fata, in timp ce urmatorul sta suspendat in aer, mana dreapta e intepenita pe geanta, umarul stang razbate semet inainte, cel drept e rotit la 30 de grade, mana stanga se strecoara printre 7 insi inghesuiti unul intr-altul, iar capul e lasat pe spate in dorinta mea apriga de a repira... AEEEEEEEEER!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Randul &lt;/b&gt;- multi, multi.. da' multi oameni, animati de intentii bune insa distrasi negativ de oboseala, nervi de la inghesuiala, frig si lungi ore de asteptare! Tot ce vad e ca in ciuda celor enumerate anterior, in momentul in care au trecut pe la moastele Sfintei Parascheva, uita tot si au sentimentul de implinire datorat faptului ca si-au indeplinit scopul;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trafic &lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;haos, aglomeratie si multe claxoane;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cunoscutii&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;ii vezi peste tot: la rand la porumb fiert, inghesuiti pe bancile de langa gratare, cumparand cojoace pentru iarna, cascand gura pe la tonetele cu papuci etc Mai ai un pic si consideri tot centrul Iasului un mare platou "Surprize, surprize", unde intalnirile cu toate rubedeniile uitate se concretizeaza intr-un decor haotic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu?! Eu zilele astea sunt in transa si visez doar cercei, ma uit lacoma la etichetele cu 4 , 5... 15 lei, si fac mereu un calcul fulger, echivaland suma din portofel cu "n" perechi de cercei! Poftesc cu nesimtire la kurtos, vin fiert, frigarui si hamsii, dar ma vindec partial cand vad "bucatariile" improvizate ale maestrilor in arta culinara prezenti pe-acolo! Bonus: ma ia un pic valul de euforie ca deh.. se intampla ceva in oras, e lumeee, aparenta buna dispozitie si chef de sarbatorit! Ne vedem cu totii la un vin fiert, da? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfhJxAp4y4c/TpdlKk4PvEI/AAAAAAAABlc/F7lbk8EMpMg/s1600/SDC19455.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfhJxAp4y4c/TpdlKk4PvEI/AAAAAAAABlc/F7lbk8EMpMg/s400/SDC19455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663106288814373954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6440837397709467993?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6440837397709467993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/sarbatorile-iasului-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6440837397709467993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6440837397709467993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/sarbatorile-iasului-2011.html' title='Sarbatorile Iasului 2011'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zfhJxAp4y4c/TpdlKk4PvEI/AAAAAAAABlc/F7lbk8EMpMg/s72-c/SDC19455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2884250293491980115</id><published>2011-10-06T23:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:09:23.972+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fete "deosebite"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDu8kwmatJQ/To4NfbggduI/AAAAAAAABlU/SX_jLcApuak/s1600/1sl6ia_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDu8kwmatJQ/To4NfbggduI/AAAAAAAABlU/SX_jLcApuak/s400/1sl6ia_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660476615262500578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu sincer m-am saturat! Parca faza cu adolescenta se prelungeste din ce in ce mai mult in vietile tuturor. Cele mai "dragute" sunt fetele! Majoritatea sunt "speciale", sunt neintelese, pun statusuri cu sensuri ambigue, al caror inteles le scapa, si poze semnificative de genul chipurilor inexpresive, chestii dark, poze cu ele care mai de care mai ciudate etc. Desi bine trecute de 17 ani, ele tot continua cu placa de "rebela" in secret telenovelista, pentru a lasa mereu impresia ca-s niste fiinte cu adevarat cool si interesante! Si pentru ca orice oita cool se crede mai cu mot, ajung sa fie toate atat de motate, ca (exact contrar efectului scontat) ajung sa fie extrem de banale! Cu toate astea, au o lista minima de bifat:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;privirea pierduta in pozele postate pe retelele de socializare (la alegere se "condimenteaza" poza cu o suvita rebela, un contur al ochilor mai accentuat, niste buze usor intredeschise);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;statusurile de dor si jale, in engleza lu' Guta, insa atent corectata cu Translator;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;citate din poezii inca nescrise, in care versul trei rimeaza doar cu mintea lor creata;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cateva piese mai dark puse pe wall-ul lu' nenea Facebook, pentru ca toti sa stie ca ea e de fapt o rebela cu suflet de rockerita convinsa;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alte poze postate in care speranta moare, mesajele sunt apocaliptice si lipsite de orice poate fi considerat pozitiv;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cateva poze sau declaratii in care isi arata atasamentul vesnic si tainic fata de sticla de bere, vin sau tarie. Daca vorbele sunt insotite si de poze cu cat mai multe licori bahice prin preajma, cu atat mai bineeee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincer, unele chestii sunt absolut firesti si normale, si li se intampla si fetelor aerisite la minte, care nu se simt atat de nesigure pe ele incat sa aiba nevoie sa se ascunda in spatele mastii de fata misterioasa si neinteleasa de lume! Insa exagerarile sunt de-a dreptul patetice, si in goana asta dupa "a fi altfel", ajungi sa fii la fel de banal ca oricare "altfel"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2884250293491980115?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2884250293491980115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/fete-deosebite.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2884250293491980115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2884250293491980115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/fete-deosebite.html' title='Fete &quot;deosebite&quot;'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDu8kwmatJQ/To4NfbggduI/AAAAAAAABlU/SX_jLcApuak/s72-c/1sl6ia_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7792815886840105552</id><published>2011-10-05T21:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:59:35.381+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Am stat.. si-am stat, si m-am uitat peste cateva idei scrise de mine in momentele de inspiratie, sperand ca voi putea lega cateva fraze intr-atat incat sa se concretizeze intr-un articol. Fara prea mult spor insa, pentru ca iar m-au luat niste nervi asa prin toti porii (din motive diverse), si cum in momentele de genul acesta am tendinta sa scriu destul de sumbru am zis s-o las balta! Balta nu pot s-o las chiar de tot, pentru ca mie chiar mi-era dor sa mai scriu pe aici! Asa ca incerc sa pun cateva cuvinte cap la cap, fara o tema anume, despre.. orice! Sa-i zicem un update despre mine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi place ca in ultima vreme am inceput sa conduc un picut mai mult! Am inaugurat doua drumuri la Bacau si o vizita la fiecare "tara". Toate, din fericire, fara incidente! Cel mai aiurea a fost la drumul facut noaptea, caruta nesemnalizata pe care abia am observat-o! Asta pentru ca nici nu puteam lasa faza lunga, deoarece din sens opus veneau alte masini. Revoltata de asemenea aparitii pe drumurile europene? Nuuu.. resemnata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La serviciu, acceasi lupta vesnica cu targetele, aceleasi oscilatii intre stari de genul "hei.. e chiar dragut ce fac pe-aici!" sau "vreau ceva mai potrivit calitatilor mele, si mai bine platit!". Insa intre timp se intampla destule faze amuzante incat sa pot pleca cu zambetul pe buze de la job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am avut neplacerea sa descopar zilele acestea caracterul unei persoane, asa cum nu m-am asteptat. Si anume din aproximativ prietena, a trecut la a fi o persoana oarecare, cu apucaturi de profitoare, ipocrita si destul de falsa! Fara drame de genul "m-a dezamagit..", "nu o credeam asa.." etc, o trec doar ca pe o intamplare fireasca in cursul unor relatii cu oamenii din jur, in care eu nu am nimic sa-mi reprosez, chiar din contra :) Intre timp descopar oameni noi cu care mi-e drag sa vorbesc si cu care pot iesi la o bere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar am starea aceea de toamna, pe care numai in anotimpul asta o simt! Mi se pare ca toate se schimba, ca totul devine nesigur, si mie imi vine sa stau undeva ferita de orice pare a fi in neregula. Nu ii gasesc originea sau motivatia, dar am inceput sa constientizez ca face parte din repertoriul de stari specifice inceputului de toamna.. an de an! Weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am cam saturat de parul asta lung si blond, m-as tunde.. 1 :)) Cam atat momentan, o sa revin mai cu chef si mai inspirata! Aaa.. am uitat sa va spun, sunt o panseluta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zaij6UEBLqA/Toy1cB3jEUI/AAAAAAAABlM/gbAtqG2tC7Y/s1600/panseluta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zaij6UEBLqA/Toy1cB3jEUI/AAAAAAAABlM/gbAtqG2tC7Y/s400/panseluta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660098324840255810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7792815886840105552?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7792815886840105552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7792815886840105552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7792815886840105552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zaij6UEBLqA/Toy1cB3jEUI/AAAAAAAABlM/gbAtqG2tC7Y/s72-c/panseluta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-4496567163821584880</id><published>2011-09-28T19:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:54:48.652+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FPm9d91pUg/ToNRRj8zvtI/AAAAAAAABlE/jzA1Ms_E17k/s1600/time%2Bout.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FPm9d91pUg/ToNRRj8zvtI/AAAAAAAABlE/jzA1Ms_E17k/s400/time%2Bout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657454919057391314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un pic, inca pana saptamana viitoare! Am pus zilele acestea blogul pe pauza, din ratiuni.. multiple! De la lene, la rau fizic.. la ocupata cu alte lucruri/persoane, motivele sunt diverse. Intre timp, va recomand sa vizitati cu incredere  &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt;www.radupricop.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-4496567163821584880?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/4496567163821584880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-out.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4496567163821584880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4496567163821584880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FPm9d91pUg/ToNRRj8zvtI/AAAAAAAABlE/jzA1Ms_E17k/s72-c/time%2Bout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1113867374287379581</id><published>2011-09-21T23:00:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:12:56.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperados da petrecere in Iasi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJYLRYgMW-o/TnpSiGF8k_I/AAAAAAAABk0/W0tYCHs8cmc/s1600/des.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IJYLRYgMW-o/TnpSiGF8k_I/AAAAAAAABk0/W0tYCHs8cmc/s320/des.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654923027821663218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pleaca incatusat intr-o casnicie de-o noapte din Wedding Chapel si proaspat tatuat din Tatoo Area!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"R.O.A. live, printre fachiri, dansatoare in custi si imblanzitoare de serpi si soparle!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai ca n-are cum sa nu iti atraga atentia, nu-i asa?! Plus un anunt din partea lui &lt;a href="http://mariussescu.ro/"&gt;Marius Sescu&lt;/a&gt;, prin care ne intreba imbietor daca nu avem chef de o iesire cu scantei. Eii nuu...! Avem! Asa ca &lt;a href="http://www.desperadosparty.ro/home.php#"&gt;Desperados &lt;/a&gt;vine in Iasi, sa ne potoleasca cheful de petrecut si setea de bere cu aroma de tequila :D Cand am auzit prima data de acest eveniment, primul gand a fost unul chinuit care dadea un search printre toate amintirile muzicale acumulate de-a lungul timpului, pentru a gasi o melodie a vechii formatii cu nume asemanator! Sincer, am fost mult mai incantata cand am auzit ca e vorba de altceva :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa recapitulam: pe &lt;b&gt;24 septembrie&lt;/b&gt; (sambata), in&lt;b&gt; XS Club (Iasi)&lt;/b&gt;, incepand cu ora &lt;b&gt;22&lt;/b&gt;, va puteti alatura caravanei &lt;b&gt;Desperados&lt;/b&gt; pentru "&lt;i&gt;muzica electrizanta, prieteni, decor creativ si elementele salbatice, imbogatite cu valuri de Desperados,  pentru ca atunci cand spui Desperados, spui “sa petrecem!”, iar noi cu  petrecerile nu glumim!&lt;/i&gt;". Daca treceti pe-acolo o sa dati si peste gasca de bloggeri petrecareti, care nu are cum sa rateze aceasta ocazie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-acum sa ajungem la partea mai tehnica, si anume cum sa pui mana pe invitatii, in caz ca nu ti-au mai ramas bani de bilet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pentru invitatii de 2 persoane, utilizeaza &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/DesperadosRo?sk=app_204148286275480"&gt;aplicatia lor de pe Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;pentru a posta o poza cu tine de la cea mai tare petrecere la care ai fost.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pentru invitatii VIP, intra pe &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desperadosparty.ro/home.php#"&gt;www.desperadosparty.ro&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;si iti faci trib, in care adaugi 10 prieteni, dupa care te pui pe acumulat puncte (fie adaugi poze de la petreceri si iti pui prietenii sa te voteze, fie intri pe pagina &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/DesperadosRo"&gt;Desperados&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;si esti atent la codul postat de ei din cand in cand, pentru a-l inscrie pentru tribul tau, asa reusind sa obtii puncte). Avantajele invitatiilor VIP: bere gratis, transport cu caravana Desperados... adica chestii de-astea.. total neplacute :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca.. it's a date :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1113867374287379581?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1113867374287379581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/desperados-da-petrecere-in-iasi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1113867374287379581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1113867374287379581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/desperados-da-petrecere-in-iasi.html' title='Desperados da petrecere in Iasi!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-IJYLRYgMW-o/TnpSiGF8k_I/AAAAAAAABk0/W0tYCHs8cmc/s72-c/des.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-511996946349106016</id><published>2011-09-19T23:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T00:20:30.104+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Idei adunate, scrise numai ca sa nu aberez singurica in mintea mea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M-am saturat sa ma demachiez mereu, mereu, mereu.. in fiecare noapte.... si iar.... Mi se pare ca-s intr-un banc prost, unde repet mereu acelasi lucru! Chestii de genul: epilat, machiat, sters praful, facut patul etc.. Ma "face" la psihic!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma simt din ce in ce mai des obosita.. fizic, psihic.. de tot! In perioada asta accept cu resemnare apelativul "obosito!" :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum putin timp (cel putin in mintea mea, e putin timp) o prietena buna si draga mi-a spus ca e gravida! Noi am fost foarte bune prietene pana intr-a 12-a, iar apoi am mai rarit palavrageala si iesirile in oras, pana cand am ajuns, din pacate, sa ne vedem cam o data pe an (cu toate ca sta in Iasi). In fine, ideea e ca azi mi-a dat mesaj ca a nascut o fetita! Ce? Cum? Unde? Cand?.. s-au intamplat toate?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca tot eram la capitolul "prietene", mai am una care s-a mutat de vreo 3 ani peste mari si tari. Toate bune si frumoase, pana acum vreo 3-4 luni (nici nu mai stiu), de cand nu mai stiu nimic de ea! Cand am incercat sa dau de ea pe mess, mi-a zis ca e intr-o perioada mai aglomerata.. nu mai stiu ce.. si ca e ok (are oricum multa treaba pentru un examen foarte important acolo)! Inca nu inteleg ce e cu ea, si de ce a disparut asa, cu toata perioada ocupata din viata ei. Prieteniile trebuiesc "intretinute", ca orice alta relatie! Nu poti sa nu mai dai un semn de viata un an, si sa ai pretentia sa fii la fel de apropiata de o persoana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e greata si foame, aiurea senzatie! Am un chef nebun sa ma dau pe "invisible" cam o luna, sa nu ma mai "atinga" nimic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa vad o comedie faina, fara sa ma gandesc cat de idioti sunt actorii, si cat de penibil e scenariul! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-511996946349106016?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/511996946349106016/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/random.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/511996946349106016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/511996946349106016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-6825940081702132833</id><published>2011-09-16T17:13:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:29:52.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe drumuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82vJpDtf2wk/TnNaFHVutRI/AAAAAAAABkc/xvUtyLkUePM/s1600/k%253B%253Bkm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82vJpDtf2wk/TnNaFHVutRI/AAAAAAAABkc/xvUtyLkUePM/s400/k%253B%253Bkm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652961001196139794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drumul spre fericire poate fi scurt si fara obstacole, insa trebuie sa indeplinesti cateva conditii: sa fii prost, sa fii nesimtit, sa fii ignorant si sa fii indiferent! Munceste la chestiile astea, incearca sa le bifezi unul cate unul, si apoi un mare zambet iti va inflori pe fata si linistea sufleteasca va fi starea perpetua in care te vei scalda!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orice abatere cum ar fi: educatia, bunul simt, aratarea unor semne de afectiune (sau mai grav de iubire), dorinta de mai bine.. vor fi grav sanctionate cu complicatii severe si stari negative atat fizice cat si psihice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se recomanda citirea cu atentie a prospectului sau a informatiilor de pe ambalajul oricarui material educativ. Daca apar manifestari neplacute, cum ar fi inteligenta sau sentimentele, adresati-va medicului sau farmacistului!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6825940081702132833?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6825940081702132833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/drept.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6825940081702132833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6825940081702132833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/drept.html' title='Pe drumuri'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82vJpDtf2wk/TnNaFHVutRI/AAAAAAAABkc/xvUtyLkUePM/s72-c/k%253B%253Bkm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6163308215032353104</id><published>2011-09-13T17:44:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T02:58:41.328+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un whiskey, va rog! Sa fie Jameson!</title><content type='html'>Zilele acestea Iasul a fost vizitat de catre Jameson Bus. Brandul de whiskey irlandez &lt;b&gt;Jameson &lt;/b&gt;este promovat printr-o campanie ce se desfasoara in mai multe orase, si care este concretizata prin intalniri cu diverse grupuri de consumatori (sau bloggeri, ca in cazul nostru) intr-un autocar amenajat special pentru aceasta ocazie:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXTuf6xaQoU/Tm_t5EfL4EI/AAAAAAAABkU/Kr2RY10T1OQ/s1600/j1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EXTuf6xaQoU/Tm_t5EfL4EI/AAAAAAAABkU/Kr2RY10T1OQ/s320/j1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651997622086131778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hYkoWPhSlU/Tm_t4xRSTOI/AAAAAAAABkM/p14GUmYOumg/s1600/j2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hYkoWPhSlU/Tm_t4xRSTOI/AAAAAAAABkM/p14GUmYOumg/s320/j2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651997616927558882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9Jrj0PlG_g/Tm_t4u24uQI/AAAAAAAABkE/irOXyH6-Dko/s1600/j4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v9Jrj0PlG_g/Tm_t4u24uQI/AAAAAAAABkE/irOXyH6-Dko/s320/j4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651997616279959810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLZG8JrPwTg/Tm_t4kOX9vI/AAAAAAAABj8/GHRirZFBOoE/s1600/j3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLZG8JrPwTg/Tm_t4kOX9vI/AAAAAAAABj8/GHRirZFBOoE/s320/j3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651997613425686258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Printr-o imprejurare norocoasa (pentru mine), si mai putin norocoasa pentru &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt;Radu&lt;/a&gt;, am mers eu in locul lui la aceasta prezentare (caci invitatia i-a fost lui adresata). Cei care au mai spus "prezent", luni la amiaza, invitatiei celor de la Jameson au fost: &lt;a href="http://alexandrabohan.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.acsel.ro/"&gt;Acsel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iustin.info/"&gt;Iustin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.macku.net/"&gt;Maku&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.quadroq.ro/"&gt;Matei &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/"&gt;Somnulescu&lt;/a&gt;. Evenimentul a inceput cu prezentarea unor informatii generale despre tipurile de whiskey de pe piata mondiala, ocazie cu care chiar am aflat cateva lucruri interesante. Ceea ce mi-a placut, a fost sesiunea de blind tasting, la care &lt;i&gt;Cosmin Lupan&lt;/i&gt; (brand ambasador) ne-a dat cateva sfaturi despre cum ar trebui sa degustam un pahar de whiskey pentru a-i simti aroma si detaliile pe care le-am aflat despre brandul promovat. Si anume: tripla distilare (care ii da un grad ridicat de puritate), timpul indelungat de maturare (intre 5 si 7 ani), respectul lui John Jameson pentru angajatii lui (concretizat in simbolul de pe eticheta)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Degustand alte branduri de whiskey, am observat ca Jameson are gustul cel mai echilibrat (intre aspru si dulce, polii la care se situau celelalte bauturi). Bine... la experienta mea vasta in privinta whiskey-ului, pot spune ca ma simteam ca un elev care nu si-a invatat lectia, si care este scos la tabla, caci Cosmin ne tot intreba despre arome, descrieri etc.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa degustare, am fost invitati la etaj, unde se afla barul plin de cocktailuri pentru noi, unde am servit whiskey in diverse combinatii (cranberry, 7up, apple juice). Ideea e urmatoarea: bautura la discretie din partea organizatorilor + o canapea confortabila + dj care mixeaza pentru noi = un loc din care nu iti vine sa pleci prea usor. Insa cum nu am putut sechestra dj-ul si barmanul (cu tot cu bautura), a trebuit sa coboram de buna-voie si sa zambim bucurosi la poze, cu diploma de "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qualified Jameson Whiskey Taster&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" in mana si cu un alt cadou in brate (o sticla de 700 ml de Jameson :D)! Dupa aceea, am fugit cu totii&lt;i&gt; La Corniche, &lt;/i&gt;pentru a ne mai delecta cu inca ceva whiskey, ca doar era abia ora 16, si noi nu bausem decat catevaaa cocktailuri :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poze gasiti la &lt;a href="http://www.acsel.ro/2011/09/13/poze-cum-a-fost-la-jameson-bus/"&gt;Acsel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(de unde am furat poza mea pe la bar :D)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://iustin.info/jameson-bus-taster-calificat.html"&gt;Iusti&lt;/a&gt;. Impresii de la eveniment mai sunt si la &lt;a href="http://alexandrabohan.com/2011/09/13/qualified-jameson-whiskey-taster/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.quadroq.ro/blogosfera/qualified-jameson-wiskey-taster.html"&gt;Matei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.macku.net/2011/09/sunt-degustator-calificat-cu-acte-in.html"&gt;Maku &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/blog/slainte-jameson-bus-la-iasi/"&gt;Somnulescu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDB9nDou_Q4/Tm_tZs9cgcI/AAAAAAAABj0/oUAmar_U2AI/s1600/jameson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDB9nDou_Q4/Tm_tZs9cgcI/AAAAAAAABj0/oUAmar_U2AI/s400/jameson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651997083194655170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Filmulete (facute de Somnulescu), gasiti pe &lt;a href="http://blogiasi.net/2011/09/bloggeri-ieseni-la-jameson-bus/"&gt;Blogiasi.net&lt;/a&gt;, iar Like-ul pe care puteti sa-l acordati e pe &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Jameson.Romania"&gt;pagina lor oficiala de Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Nu uitati! Sunt degustatoare cu acte in regula!! Nu va sfiiti si chemati-ma oriunde e rost de bautura fina, sa-mi dau si eu cu parerea mea de specialista :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6163308215032353104?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6163308215032353104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-whiskey-va-rog-sa-fie-jameson.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6163308215032353104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6163308215032353104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-whiskey-va-rog-sa-fie-jameson.html' title='Un whiskey, va rog! Sa fie Jameson!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-EXTuf6xaQoU/Tm_t5EfL4EI/AAAAAAAABkU/Kr2RY10T1OQ/s72-c/j1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2681636909549805493</id><published>2011-09-08T01:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T02:43:06.178+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realitatea (nu TV, ci aia de toate zilele)</title><content type='html'>Frumusetea e in ochii privitorului, asa se spune, asa cum si tot ceea ce ne inconjoara are propria reprezentare personala in mintea oricarui om. Nimeni nu vede aceeasi situatie intr-o maniera identica, perceptia fiecaruia fiind alterata de context, asteptari, informatii, conceptii, implicare, factori psihici sau fizici externi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realitatea de cele mai multe ori e seaca, simpla si transanta, insa cei care dau nas in nas cu ea in fiecare zi, o "imbraca" cu emotii, nuante si semnificatii. Si ca sa nu fac doar un text cu fraze pretentioase, o sa ma refer concret la Gigel si Maria. Cei doi s-au cunoscut intr-o zi cu soare, s-au placut si s-au indragostit. Asta e realitatea. Ce au priceput ei din realitatea asta: Maria viseaza ca el e printul ei, ca a fost scris in stele, il vede pe Gigel galant si cu bun simt, romanteaza orice intamplare, are in cap toate scenele din filmele de dragoste americane si orice gest de-al lui are de fapt semnificatii ascunse. Gigel in schimb, voia sa se aseze si el la casa lui, saturandu-se de toate "bombonicile" roz si sclipitoare din Mall, a gasit-o pe Maria (fata buna si draguta), i-a placut de ea, drept urmare face constiincios toate gesturile clasice: flori, complimente, atentie.. toate facand parte din ritualul temporar de cucerire, fara prea mari palpitatii pentru inima lui plina de testosteron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situatiile pot continua cu exemple mult mai interesante si mai elocvente decat cel dat de mine, dar ideea cred ca s-a inteles :) O sa inchei cu un exemplu practic si amuzant, despre realitate versus imaginatie in cazul unei petreceri scaldate in alcool. Plimbati mouse-ul de-asupra clipului, pentru o portie de realitate :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://byturen.com/"&gt;http://byturen.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Nu am putut pune direct clipul, asa ca dati un click pe linkul de mai sus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2681636909549805493?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2681636909549805493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/realitatea-nu-tv-ci-aia-de-toate-zilele.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2681636909549805493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2681636909549805493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/realitatea-nu-tv-ci-aia-de-toate-zilele.html' title='Realitatea (nu TV, ci aia de toate zilele)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-6917970071328717155</id><published>2011-09-07T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:11:33.790+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copiii reactioneaza la..</title><content type='html'>...orice! Incepand de la grimasele tale, pana la zambetul abia perceptibil de pe fata unui necunoscut! Au explicatii haioase, uneori logice, de bun simt, si deseori surprinzatoare! Am gasit o serie de clipuri pe youtube cu reactia copiilor vizavi de unele virale care au circulat pe net. Eu una, m-am distrat copios, si mai ca l-as pune si pe nepotelul meu, care la cei 5 anisori ai lui e extrem de receptiv si coerent, sa imi impartaseasca din impresii! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3TQbDz6-4eM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DzSuJt5mDPY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RAqiYhPqXts" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.. sunt mai multe, dar le mai cautati si voi, daca nu v-ati plictisit dupa cele 3 de mai sus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6917970071328717155?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6917970071328717155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/copiii-reactioneaza-la.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6917970071328717155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6917970071328717155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/copiii-reactioneaza-la.html' title='Copiii reactioneaza la..'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/3TQbDz6-4eM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8676807208687415863</id><published>2011-09-05T23:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:57:45.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa bun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlA_LgViGFg/TmUzL-jrsxI/AAAAAAAABiw/JfajPq30HxM/s1600/junk%2Bfood.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlA_LgViGFg/TmUzL-jrsxI/AAAAAAAABiw/JfajPq30HxM/s400/junk%2Bfood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648977588470395666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam asa arata cartofii aia deliciosi, prajiti in extra ulei, in ochii nutritionistilor. Si se pare ca si efectul consumului regulat e cel ilustrat mai sus! Dar sa lasam morala la o parte si sa vorbim de pacate! Culinare, desigur! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prima pe lista o inscriu pe celebra &lt;b&gt;pizza.&lt;/b&gt; Chiar daca nu o consum des, mi se pare delicioasa, completa ca si ingrediente care-mi plac si usor de consumat in orice imprejurare. Si cand ma gandesc la istoria mea cu pizza... Prima oara am mancat la o pizzerie in primul an de facultate. Pana atunci nu mai mancasem pizza de pe la vreo 6-7 ani! Faza e ca atunci cand eram mica, mama mea facea pizza de casa, si ultima oara cand am mancat imi fusese foarte pofta, am mancat mult si mi s-a facut rau, asa ca am hotarat sa iau o pauza de vreo 12 ani :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultima pasiune e una foarte basic si traditionala: &lt;b&gt;mamaliguta cu branza burduf &lt;/b&gt;(si ocazional, cu mujdei - pe care il fac bestial.. am martori :D). Din prima trebuie sa-mi recunosc eterna pasiune pentru branzeturi (cele sarate in special). V-as exemplifica niste feluri de mancare la care alatur o bucatica de branza, dar cred ca nu v-ar incanta :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai stiam un fel de mancare bazat pe mamaliga, si se facea ca un fel de tort, cu un strat de mamaliga, unul de tochitura, apoi branza, iar mamaliga, omleta, iar carne, branza si in final mamaliga. Se punea apoi un pic de cascaval ras de-asupra, se dadea un pic la cuptor, si gata! Hmm.. nu suna rau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultima "pasiune" sezoniera e cea cu &lt;b&gt;miezul de nuca &lt;/b&gt;(noua). Deja ma stie nenea de la piata ca vin si ii pun 3 lei pe taraba ca sa plec happy cu punguta de miez! Eu functionez pe sistemul "&lt;i&gt;mi s-a pus pata&lt;/i&gt;", asa ca am perioade. Am avut perioada &lt;i&gt;pufuleti&lt;/i&gt;, perioada &lt;i&gt;pernute Viva&lt;/i&gt;, perioada &lt;i&gt;Danette&lt;/i&gt;, perioada&lt;i&gt; biscuiti cu lapte&lt;/i&gt;, perioada &lt;i&gt;Dots &lt;/i&gt;(cel nou.. e buuuun), perioada &lt;i&gt;nachos&lt;/i&gt;, perioada &lt;i&gt;batoane de susan&lt;/i&gt;, perioada &lt;i&gt;cereale &lt;/i&gt;etc Acum ma lafai, cu moderatie, in perioada &lt;i&gt;Twix White&lt;/i&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La capitolul bauturi, las capul in jos, o lacrima imi aluneca din coltul stang al ochiului, vina ma copleseste, dar perfuzia cu &lt;b&gt;Cola &lt;/b&gt;tot nu o scot :)) Nu-s de speriat, cu nu stiu cati litri la bord, dar imi place si consum, din pacate, destul de des. Depinde si de perioade, uneori chiar rarut, alteori cedez si fug la magazin dupa o sticla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu pot sa nu pomenesc de pasiunea mea de tarancuta: &lt;b&gt;semnitele &lt;/b&gt; :P Alea negre, prajite si sarate de mananc pana mi se umfla buzele. Peisajul e cat de cat diafan, incerc sa le consum cu gratie, fara sa am prea multe similitudini cu consumatorul tipic de asemenea "bombonele agricole". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alte mancaruri de nerefuzat:  salata de vinete, cea de ton, pui cu smantana, ardei umpluti, gratar de pui, ciorba de burtaaaaa :D (descoperita acum vreo 3 ani, si consumata cu placere cu un alt &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt;amator de ciorba de burta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;), mancarea de fasole, hamsii (chestie sezoniera, de vara)..  Bine, iubesc si apa plata cu lamaie si 2 frunze de salata cu inca un pic de lamaie, nu de alta, dar va fi meniul meu in curand si tre' sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea:)) Glumesc! In echilibru sta secretul.. bla, bla, bla..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe la voi prin frigider ce sta la loc de cinste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8676807208687415863?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8676807208687415863/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/papa-bun.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8676807208687415863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8676807208687415863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/papa-bun.html' title='Papa bun'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlA_LgViGFg/TmUzL-jrsxI/AAAAAAAABiw/JfajPq30HxM/s72-c/junk%2Bfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1244930063197889796</id><published>2011-09-02T01:16:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:16:49.765+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragul meu blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJfnUCrqWsE/TmE_IG9qwaI/AAAAAAAABio/XvHy4r1MNKk/s1600/wf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJfnUCrqWsE/TmE_IG9qwaI/AAAAAAAABio/XvHy4r1MNKk/s400/wf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647864816240083362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-am decis sa iti vorbesc! Impropriu spus, caci doar tastele sunt zgomotoase atunci cand iti spun ceva, iar gandurile nu fac decat sa impulsioneze degetele sa apese butonasele laptopului. Ca in orice situatie de gen, nu am habar cu ce as putea sa incep, asa ca iti spun sec faptul ca am ceva asteptari de la tine! Vreau sa fii mai ingrijit, mai atractiv, mai accesibil ca si adresa/nume, sa aduni mai multe comentarii la articole, vizitatori etc..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu sunt mereu pe deplin sincera cu tine.. de fapt, gresesc! Sunt mereu sincera cu tine, dar nu iti spun tot ce as vrea sa iti spun. Si asta pentru ca eu as vrea sa aberez in mare parte pe seama problemelor mele, a frustrarilor mele, caci asa simt ca le-as mai clarifica si pune in ordine. Si cum nu imi place deloc ca orice nas sa se bage in oalele mele, cenzurez uneori si schimb subiectul! Cum sa fac eu sa par cool? Sa mai pun o injuratura, ceva funny, o mica picanterie? Si-apoi sa ma duc mandra sa comentez pe n'spe mii de bloguri (in mare parte plictisitoare, exceptand cateva articole), sa ma bag in seama pe Facebook, sa tip in gura mare sa intre lumea pe blogul meu: myyyyyyyyyyyyyyj :))) Ceeeeee?!!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum, dragul meu blog, intrebarile sunt retorice, caci raspunsurile le stiu, cum de altfel cam toata teoria in aproape orice domeniu al vietii. Macar au folos si anii astia care se aduna la varsta mea de 15 ani si inca cevaaa luni :) Dar asa, de dragul "discutiei", imi place sa revin la subiect. Si ma gandesc la faptul ca ar fi fost mai bine sa scriu ca anonim pe un blog oarecare, sa nu il pun la status pe messenger sau pe Facebook. Ce articole misto ar mai fi iesit! Si picante, si rautacioase, si mai relaxate..  Ca si ideea mea de a fi plecata intr-o tara in care sa nu am cunoscuti prin zona, de unde doar sa ii sun pe cei dragi lunar, sa le spun ca sunt bine, iar eu sa fac acolo ce ma taie capul (in orice domeniu!!), fara sa stiu ca vecinica de 30 de ani a parintilor mei, o sa se uite crucis la maica-mea, cu expresia: "ce fata are!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In concluzie, dragul meu blog, zi-i stapanei tale aiurite sa te bage in seama mai des, sa fie mai inspirata, si sa te trateze cu mai mult respect, ca sa nu mai rada lumea de "myyyyyj"- ul tau, si de "blogspot-ul" din coada! Sa puna un banut la ciorap si sa-ti ia casuta proprie si personala, ca sa aiba si ea tupeu sa te scrie pe lista blogurilor celebre din Iasi :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu drag, Madalina cea cu dubla personalitate! Pardon, tripla! Aaaa.. cvadrupla! Baaiiii, guraaa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1244930063197889796?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1244930063197889796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/dragul-meu-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1244930063197889796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1244930063197889796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/09/dragul-meu-blog.html' title='Dragul meu blog'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJfnUCrqWsE/TmE_IG9qwaI/AAAAAAAABio/XvHy4r1MNKk/s72-c/wf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8447466278997641077</id><published>2011-08-31T01:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T23:12:28.627+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vruuuum, vruuuum...</title><content type='html'>Hai ca m-am mai plimbat cu masina si pana prin Bacau, si pentru ca nu am facut asa mari prostii la viata mea, nu m-a lasat divinitatea sa intampin probleme pe drum, ci chiar m-am descurcat destul de bine, avand in vedere ca e primul meu drum mai lung, si inca ma mai consider incepatoare intr-ale sofatului. Dupa ce am bifat "plimbarica", am mai avut de onorat o nunta, unde de aceasta data am scapat de momentul cu prinsul buchetului sau cu cel in care mi se punea voalul pe cap, cu titlul de "bride to be". M-am retras mai pe margine, pentru a privi meciul cu discretie :)) Domnisoarele cu mainile pe sus, si bietul buchet sfasiat intre doua aspirante la titlul de "cratita si mop pe viata + nepasare si indiferenta in ascensiune (din partea adoratului sot), vizavi de tot ceea ce te face fericita (iubire, afectiune, gesturi frumoase, empatie, sustinere, sprijin etc)". Sau mai pe scurt: &lt;i&gt;casnicie &lt;/i&gt;:) In schimb,&lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt; bloggerul celebru - Radu&lt;/a&gt;, a avut onoarea de a pleca acasa cu jarteluta miresei in buzunar :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar sa revin la masinuta viteaza ce a infruntat Bacaul intr-o zi de duminica insorita. A fost atat de viteaza, incat s-a hotarat sa isi ia un concediu medical, si intr-o seara frumoasa de marti, incarcata cu bunatati de la Carrefour, a inceput sa cante. Un cantec cam ciudat, care semana cu un scartait ingrijorator, plus ca mai si scuipa cate o pata, doua, de ulei :|  Am lasat-o intr-o parcare sa se odihneasca peste noapte, iar eu am luat taxiul pana acasa. Acum sunt in cautare de mecanic dornic sa ajute o masinuta aflata in dificultate, si abandonata peste noapte departe de casa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Update&lt;/i&gt;: Se pare ca atunci cand am dus masina la spalatorie, a intrat ceva apa la placutele de frana(!), si nu a mai ramas ulei intre ele, de acolo si scartaitul aiurea! A umblat nenea mecanicu' 2 minutele la ea, a miscat ceva pe sub masina, si gata buba :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8447466278997641077?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8447466278997641077/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/vruuuum-vruuuum.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8447466278997641077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8447466278997641077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/vruuuum-vruuuum.html' title='Vruuuum, vruuuum...'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-8971030303594001852</id><published>2011-08-25T16:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T01:33:48.897+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copiii imi fura prietenele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XM5cHvUWOFQ/TlgeRX07VfI/AAAAAAAABiY/X5KKdXt8Gog/s1600/bebe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XM5cHvUWOFQ/TlgeRX07VfI/AAAAAAAABiY/X5KKdXt8Gog/s400/bebe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645295416711534066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu am crezut niciodata ca niste mucosi mititei (si dragalasi, ce-i drept) o sa imi afecteze mie prieteniile! Nu cu mult timp in urma, ieseam cu prietenele prin oras, la intalniri, in club, la cumparaturi. Daaa.. de asta chiar mi-e dor! Tare fain mai era atunci cand voiam sa-mi iau o pereche de blugi, si stiam ca o pot lua pe X-ulica de o aripa, si o pot purta 7 ore prin magazine, iar ea statea calma si zambitoare in toate cele 30 de cabine de proba pe care le vizitam. Stiam ca o pot suna la  orice ora din zi sau din noapte si ea va sta binevoitare sa-mi asculte toata palavrageala. Ca putem pierde o zi intrega prin oras, fara sa avem un scop anume, ca vine cu mine daca trebuie sa rezolv ceva si ma plictisesc pe drum ori stand pe la randuri, ca pot barfi cu ea orice baiat (cunoscut sau necunoscut).. etc&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum, incet-incet, ea a devenit de nerecunoscut: nu mai citeste Cosmopolitan, ci revista Mami; nu mai raspunde mereu la telefon, ci doar cand doarme "cel mic" (iar atunci oricum are telefonul dat pe silentios); nu mai vorbim de baieti, ci de dintisori si bebelusi; nu mai comentam ultimele tendinte in materie de vestimentatie, ci comparam cutii de lapte praf; nu mai colindam ore in sir prin oras, ci doar cate o ora-doua in parc; nu mai iesim fara sa tinem cont de ora, ci e mereu cu ochii pe ceas si cu telefonul la vedere; nu mai pot vorbi la telefon 3 fraze legate si neintrerupte cu ea, fara sa aud un "stai mami cuminte!"; nu mai vine la mine sa stam sa ne uitam la filme, ca trebuie sa legene bebele intai juma' de ora in casa, pana ii piere cheful de orice; nu se mai imbraca cu ce ii sta bine, ci doar cu ce ii este mai comod etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca mi-a pierit si mie cheful s-o aud mereu ca vorbeste la telefon cu mine, si intre timp poarta discutii pe o voce pitigaiata si infantila cu copilul, si ca trebuie sa-mi fac programare cu 2 saptamani inainte pentru a ne vedea si noi la un suc (singure!). Insa viata X-ulicai e schimbata, si trebuie sa ne adaptam si prietenia noilor situatii din viata ei. Doar ca mi-e dor de prietenele mele! Atat! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  X-ulica e o suma a prietenelor care au devenit intre timp mame devotate. Pe langa personajul colectiv "X-ulica", inca ma bucur si de prietene fara atatea obligatii, pe care simt acum ca trebuie sa le exploatez, pana nu le suna si lor ceasul! Ala biologic! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8971030303594001852?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8971030303594001852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/copiii-imi-fura-prietenele.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8971030303594001852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8971030303594001852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/copiii-imi-fura-prietenele.html' title='Copiii imi fura prietenele'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XM5cHvUWOFQ/TlgeRX07VfI/AAAAAAAABiY/X5KKdXt8Gog/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2091342690514232058</id><published>2011-08-24T01:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T01:47:19.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-concediu nr.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Dupa ce am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html"&gt;salutat luna trecuta &lt;i&gt;marea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;si m-am bucurat de &lt;a href="http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html"&gt;valuri, soare si relaxare&lt;/a&gt;, zilele astea a venit si randul muntelui sa primeasca oaspeti. Am stabilit sa mergem pe langa Bran, la o pensiune foarte draguta (dar un pic cam incomoda ca si destinatie, pentru cei fara masina), si sa incercam sa profitam de zilele libere. Vremea a fost foarte frumoasa, chiar un pic cam calduroasa uneori, in discordanta cu asteptarile mele de "aer rece de munte". Asa ca am reusit sa urcam putin pe munte, sa vizitam castelul Bran si Brasovul, sa ne simtim bine serile pe tersa, cu companie placuta si cu jocuri de carti, mancare buna, si locuri frumoase! Cam asa ceva:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Din pacate nu am reusit sa urc prea mult pe munte, m-am alintat un pic pana mai sus, dar din lipsa de timp si companie doritoare de drumetii, am lasat-o pentru data viitoare. Insa peisajele erau oricum superbe, chiar daca lenea te oprea in camera pensiunii:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57IkYpadboA/TlQcD7YDOhI/AAAAAAAABgo/-6sFowqPoLU/s1600/1d.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57IkYpadboA/TlQcD7YDOhI/AAAAAAAABgo/-6sFowqPoLU/s400/1d.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644167086805826066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbeHdfJ4_JE/TlQbfHZcAmI/AAAAAAAABgg/sn2mqZShWiU/s1600/1c.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbeHdfJ4_JE/TlQbfHZcAmI/AAAAAAAABgg/sn2mqZShWiU/s400/1c.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644166454377710178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY1llyeTLx0/TlQbewOWeTI/AAAAAAAABgY/gQIgfV7zCKM/s1600/1b.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XY1llyeTLx0/TlQbewOWeTI/AAAAAAAABgY/gQIgfV7zCKM/s400/1b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644166448157194546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LM51dGucUM/TlQbG9UdF3I/AAAAAAAABgQ/fTG0Ufqz7T0/s1600/1A.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6LM51dGucUM/TlQbG9UdF3I/AAAAAAAABgQ/fTG0Ufqz7T0/s400/1A.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644166039355594610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VZk8wvxkCc/TlQbGnng2cI/AAAAAAAABgI/gXO2wKKAbMQ/s1600/1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VZk8wvxkCc/TlQbGnng2cI/AAAAAAAABgI/gXO2wKKAbMQ/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644166033529952706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Locul in care am stat a fost dragut, si anume pensiunea &lt;a href="http://coroanareginei.ro/"&gt;Coroana Reginei&lt;/a&gt;. Mi-a placut: privelistea de care te bucuri, curatenie (decent), mancare buna, raport pret-calitate bun (avand in vedere ca am avut si niste vouchere), personal cat de cat amabil, camere spatioase. Nu mi-a placut: drumul de acces destul de prost, personal putin, cat am stat nu s-au interesat sa schimbe sacii de gunoi din camera, herghelia = 1 cal + 2 ponei (parca), orice pas il faceai in camera era auzit clar si tare de catre cei cazati la etajul inferior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhDpQuHqDOA/TlQd4-cU0vI/AAAAAAAABhI/gl5LnqWO6Rg/s1600/3a.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhDpQuHqDOA/TlQd4-cU0vI/AAAAAAAABhI/gl5LnqWO6Rg/s400/3a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644169097673757426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9NrEsZlh_g/TlQdCD9KnvI/AAAAAAAABhA/KejQHriSPaU/s1600/3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9NrEsZlh_g/TlQdCD9KnvI/AAAAAAAABhA/KejQHriSPaU/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644168154260872946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ziua cea mai "plina" a fost cea in care am vizitat castelul Bran si ne-am plimbat un pic prin Brasov, sa vedem Biserica Neagra si Piata Sfatului. Din pacate, bateriile aparatului foto si-au luat concediu exact in momentul cel mai inoportun, adica atunci cand stateam si noi frumos pe scarile castelului, incercand sa imortalizam momentul. Insa pana la urma ne-am descurcat, si am reusit sa adunam cateva instantanee si pe parcurs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpHIaLwqWjw/TlQjacB3rQI/AAAAAAAABiI/vGSON7WpS-g/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644175170109680898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlY74GjFu_o/TlQhRRfxsXI/AAAAAAAABh4/B7BeduBhfws/s1600/DSC_0847.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wlY74GjFu_o/TlQhRRfxsXI/AAAAAAAABh4/B7BeduBhfws/s400/DSC_0847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644172813640249714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRGoEeQS_Pc/TlQg4SHnqTI/AAAAAAAABhw/_9SvtmAvAVI/s1600/DSC_0842.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aRGoEeQS_Pc/TlQg4SHnqTI/AAAAAAAABhw/_9SvtmAvAVI/s400/DSC_0842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644172384310634802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Una din placerile acestui anotimp mi se pare a fi statul la tersa. Chiar imi place sa beau un suc sau o bere, ori sa mananc ceva, in aer liber. Si cum serile de vara sunt caldute si totusi racoroase, comparativ cu canicula de peste zi, ce poate fi mai fain decat sa iei cina pe terasa, intr-un loc aerisit si sa te bucuri de vara. Uite cam asta am facut noi, de cateva ori pe zi (cu orice cafea/gustare, nu doar cina), profitand de terasa din fata pensiunii:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5e08X36tuQc/TlQdB_W0okI/AAAAAAAABg4/1MtPTeIWDzc/s1600/2b.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5e08X36tuQc/TlQdB_W0okI/AAAAAAAABg4/1MtPTeIWDzc/s400/2b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644168153026306626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiOG5OZaWOs/TlQcEZMxtaI/AAAAAAAABgw/j3p2PGy5zVY/s1600/2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TiOG5OZaWOs/TlQcEZMxtaI/AAAAAAAABgw/j3p2PGy5zVY/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644167094811604386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TsceDc__XM/TlQeRV1BMCI/AAAAAAAABhY/fn3IVJeU16g/s400/DSC_0606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644169516268204066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yce64nJoUKE/TlQg4NTG5YI/AAAAAAAABho/-SztZIHBomA/s1600/DSC_0679.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yce64nJoUKE/TlQg4NTG5YI/AAAAAAAABho/-SztZIHBomA/s400/DSC_0679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644172383016641922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2091342690514232058?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2091342690514232058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-concediu-nr2.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2091342690514232058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2091342690514232058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/mini-concediu-nr2.html' title='Mini-concediu nr.2'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-57IkYpadboA/TlQcD7YDOhI/AAAAAAAABgo/-6sFowqPoLU/s72-c/1d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7333743407912802079</id><published>2011-08-22T23:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:04:49.457+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La "disparuti"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyzP-cp9g9M/TlK1VmQmUGI/AAAAAAAABgA/RM9-4UujOYA/s1600/wanted.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qyzP-cp9g9M/TlK1VmQmUGI/AAAAAAAABgA/RM9-4UujOYA/s400/wanted.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643772665700700258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7333743407912802079?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7333743407912802079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-disparuti.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7333743407912802079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7333743407912802079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-disparuti.html' title='La &quot;disparuti&quot;'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-qyzP-cp9g9M/TlK1VmQmUGI/AAAAAAAABgA/RM9-4UujOYA/s72-c/wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-5153847873676833404</id><published>2011-08-13T18:07:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:06:04.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestii utile - &gt; cum sa afli cine te suna cu numar privat  &amp; patratelul alb-negru</title><content type='html'>E sambata dupa-amaiza, ar trebui sa-mi misc fundul in oras in loc de butonat laptopul, dar inca sunt un pic somnoroasa, caci azi am dormit la amiaza, ca cel mai simpatic si cuminte copil :) M-am trezit la 5 dimineata, caci trebuia sa ajung undeva, asta dupa ce dormisem doar aproximativ 3 ore (am fost plecata pe Bucium la vanatoare de stele cazatoare)! Nu am vazut decat vreo 3, si am fost un pic dezamagita deoarece ma asteptam la o "ploaie de stele", asa cum tot se anunta. In fine, bun si 3 decat nimic!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa revin acum la chestiile utile pe care le-am gasit azi pe net:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Patratelul ala ciudat alb-negru"&lt;/b&gt; - aici cunoscatorii o sa rada sanatos de mine, restul poate o sa ma intelegeti! Eu nu aveam habar ce tot inseamna chestiile astea (pe care le vedeam tot mai des in ultima vreme):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-NzQrP5vng/TkaXPsSmDKI/AAAAAAAABf4/kceLtyRMd2s/s1600/exemplu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c-NzQrP5vng/TkaXPsSmDKI/AAAAAAAABf4/kceLtyRMd2s/s320/exemplu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640361879171108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-am documentat, si iata rezultatul:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- se numeste &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QR_Code"&gt;cod QR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (prescurtare de la &lt;i&gt;Quick Response&lt;/i&gt;) si este un cod de bare creat de către o societate  japoneză în 1994 ce a vrut să  creeze un cod capabil să ofere un răspuns foarte rapid la  scaner. Dacă până acum câţiva ani cod a fost popular în principal în Asia,  Japonia, acum începe să câştige popularitate în statele şi în Europa;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Un QR Code poate stoca destul de multe informaţii,  comparativ cu alte coduri de  bare, de exemplu: un maxim de 7089 caractere numerice şi 4296 de  caractere alfanumerice.  Comparativ cu un cod de bare tradiţional, acest cod nou poate fi  scanat din orice direcţie, la unghi de 360 grade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pentru a folosi acest cod mai întâi trebuie să fie generat utilizând generatorul online (de ex: &lt;a href="http://www.codqr.ro/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.codqr.ro/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), iar după ce codul a fost creat cu informaţiile dorite in interior, aveţi nevoie  de un cititor pentru a vedea ce informaţii au fost stocate în imaginea generata.  Cititorul poate fi un scaner specializat, conectat la un computer sau o aplicatie (instalată pe telefonul mobil) ce foloseşte  camera telefonului pentru a scana codul;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Puteţi genera un cod QR şi să-l utilizaţi pentru:   crearea unei carti de vizita moderna; incorporarea text simplu în interior; detaliile de acces WIFI; adresa de e-mail (ceea ce va împiedica roboti pentru a indexa automat adresa dvs. de email); scrierea de comentarii scurte ale produselor aflate pe raft sau pe pagina web.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu m-am jucat un pic cu generarea unor coduri QR pentru diferite adrese de site, pentru ca apoi sa le citesc cu ajutorul unei aplicatii simple, pe care mi-am instalat-o pe telefon: &lt;a href="https://market.android.com/details?id=com.google.zxing.client.android"&gt;Barcode Scanner&lt;/a&gt; (care imi citea aproape instant link-ul pus). Mystery solved! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cum sa afli cine te suna cu numar privat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca ai abonament (pentru prepay merge doar la Cosmote) poti face in felul urmator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Iti faci cont pe &lt;a href="https://voceonline.romtelecom.ro/flashlogin/index.php"&gt;voceonline.romtelecom.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://voceonline.romtelecom.ro/" target="_blank" title="Romtelecom VoIP voce online"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Pe voceonline.romtelecom.ro  cand iti faci cont ti se ofera un numar virtual de VoIP de forma 0373 xxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt;Intri in telefon la &lt;b&gt;Settings&amp;gt;Call Settings&amp;gt;Call Forwarding&amp;gt;Forward when busy &lt;/b&gt;si introduci numarul care l-ai primit (0373 xxxxxxx )&lt;br /&gt;De   acum inainte cand cineva te mai suna cu numar privat, ii respingi si   apelul va fi redirectionat automat catre contul tau de VoIP. Intri pe   cont la Istoric Apeluri si vei gasi numarul care te-a apelat in Apeluri   Ratate sau in Casuta Vocala.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie avut in vedere ca toate   apelurile respinse vor fi trimise catre numarul de VoIP deci aveti grija   in momentul in care respingeti un apel. Metoda este testata si   functioneza 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://android.webook.ro/android/un-membru-al-forumului-nostru-ne-invata-cum-aflam-cine-ne-suna-cu-numar-privat"&gt;http://android.webook.ro/android/un-membru-al-forumului-nostru-ne-invata-cum-aflam-cine-ne-suna-cu-numar-privat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.codqr.ro/"&gt;http://www.codqr.ro/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-5153847873676833404?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/5153847873676833404/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/chestii-utile-cum-sa-afli-cine-te-suna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5153847873676833404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5153847873676833404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/chestii-utile-cum-sa-afli-cine-te-suna.html' title='Chestii utile - &gt; cum sa afli cine te suna cu numar privat  &amp; patratelul alb-negru'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-c-NzQrP5vng/TkaXPsSmDKI/AAAAAAAABf4/kceLtyRMd2s/s72-c/exemplu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1871872645697570901</id><published>2011-08-12T11:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T13:03:31.597+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi de vineri - la piata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nu ca ar fi mare chestie ziua asta de vineri pentru mine, deoarece momentan ma lafai in concediu, asa ca sunt intr-un weekend continuu :D Insa incepand de azi, lumea invadeaza terasele, e mai vesela si mai dispusa sa se relaxeze. Eu m-am trezit azi cu chef de cumparaturi! Dar nu am luat cu asalt Mall-ul sau cine stie ce alt magazin sic de prin oras, ci m-am dus tinta catre piata :)) Modesta fata, nu? Eco dom'le.. Si pentru ca m-am decis ca azi sa nu mai fiu lenesa, m-am dus la piata de la Nicolina, tradand cu nerusinare si fara pic de remuscare piata care e la cativa pasi de mine, si anume cea de la Hala Centrala. Nu de alta, dar inca nu am castigat la loto, pentru a face in mod constant cumparaturile acolo (e cea mai scumpa piata).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In piata forfota mare, de ziceai ca se dau alimete moca pe la tarabe. Un nene enervat de inghesuiala mormaia "&lt;i&gt;Da' ce-i domnule! Parca-i Sf. Parascheva!&lt;/i&gt;" (pentru cei care nu traiesc in minunatul meu oras, sarbatoarea coincide cu zilele orasului, iar in acea perioada e o inghesuiala maaare pe-aici). Alta domna tipa la unul c-a impins-o si ea are copil in brate.. etc   Va spun eu.. ce cluburi sau terase, acum cel mai cool e sa fii la piata! Sa dai &lt;i&gt;check in &lt;/i&gt;de la taraba cu cartofi e cea mai trendy miscare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am unduit frumos printre omuletii agitati, si dupa ce am pandit prada, am vanat un kilogram de ardei, ceva prune, porumb si cateva gramajoare de miez de nuca :D Me happy! In drum spre casa am avut placerea sa admir esenta feminitatii exprimata la cele mai pure si inalte cote! Si anume: siruri, siruri de femei cu bratele luuungi, care se terminau invariabil cu 2, 3 sacose. Am ajuns astfel la concluzia ca in ciuda prezentei barbatilor in piata, de-acolo scapa doar femeile! Probabil ca barbatii sunt macelariti intr-o hala de-acolo, sau supusi unor tratamente imorale in barurile de pe langa, nu pot sa-mi explic, caci altfel nu inteleg cum de la piata mereu pleaca doar femei cu n'spe mii de sacose dupa ele. O fi un fel de Triunghi al Bermudelor pentru masculi?! Asa ca AVERTISMENT: nu trimiteti barbatii la piata, caci nu o sa ii mai revedeti!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh.. cam atat pe azi, ma duc sa-mi coc niste ardei ca mi-am torturat simtul olfactiv trecand pe langa blocurile din zona pietii, de unde miroase numai a ardei si vinete coapte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Piesa pare a fi un remix bun, mi-a dat energie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cIUD1Z3pU1g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/322321662961927065-1871872645697570901?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1871872645697570901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/zi-de-vineri-la-piata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1871872645697570901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1871872645697570901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/zi-de-vineri-la-piata.html' title='Zi de vineri - la piata'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/cIUD1Z3pU1g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8265362137963846914</id><published>2011-08-10T18:43:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T01:49:42.503+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinte frumoase! (despre iubire)</title><content type='html'>Acum 2 saptamani, cand ma intorceam de la mare, mi-am luat cu mine pe tren, cate ceva cu care sa-mi ocup cele 10 ore, cat avea sa ma legene trenul pana in Iasi. Prima optiune era cartea pe care o citeam atunci "&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_r%C4%83scruce_de_v%C3%A2nturi"&gt;La rascruce de vanturi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" de &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Bronte"&gt;Emily Bronte&lt;/a&gt;, a doua: revista &lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.ro/"&gt;Cosmopolitan&lt;/a&gt;, iar a treia: &lt;a href="http://www.formula-as.ro/"&gt;Formula AS&lt;/a&gt;. Aceasta ultima revista-ziar, a fost o prezenta constanta in casa mea de cel putin 10 ani. La inceput erau sfaturile si remediile naturiste, cele ce o faceau pe mama mea sa o cumpere, apoi am fost eu cea care trecea pa la chioscul de ziare, pentru a o achizitiona. De ce? Pai acopera cam orice domeniu (politica, frumusete, vedete etc). Pe mine m-a cucerit stilul jurnalistilor, care trateaza orice articol cu seriozitate si care intervieveaza oameni de calitate. Nu o sa gasesti titlurile "clasice" ale ziarelor de succes: "Exclusiv!! Video: Bote s-a uitat urat la Bianca!". O sa gasiti in schimb articole scrise atat de frumos, corect si fluent, incat iti este mai mare dragul sa le citesti! In fine, eu de ceva timp citesc editia online, si daca va intereseaza puteti sa intrati si la sectiunea &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formula-as.ro/arhiva"&gt;arhiva&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;o sa gasiti toate numerele, incepand cu anul 1998!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar sa revin la plictiseala mea de pe tren, si sa va las sa cititi cateva cuvine frumoase spuse de catre actorul &lt;a href="http://biografii.famouswhy.ro/damian_crasmaru/"&gt;Damian Crasmaru&lt;/a&gt;, despre iubire, relatii si viata sa alaturi de actrita &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_St%C4%83nescu"&gt;Carmen Stanescu&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Viata in doi e foarte grea, pentru ca noi, oamenii, nu suntem clonati, deci nu semanam unii cu altii. Mancam aceeasi mancare, dar simturile o recepteaza diferit. La fel e si cu o mangaiere, cu o vorba, cu un sentiment sau o idee. Este mare lucru sa poti sa chimizezi in asa fel relatia, incat sa fii cu partenerul intr-un acord permanent. E nevoie de o apreciere reciproca, de o necesitate aproape viscerala de a percepe starile celuilalt, de o necesitate de a respira impreuna, de a privi impreuna, de a intelege impreuna si de a exista impreuna. Este nevoie ca intre femeie si barbat, intre sot si sotie sa existe o lipire sufleteasca, fizica si cerebrala deplina. In dragoste nu sunt acceptate jumatatile de masura. Din pricina asta cred ca unele mariaje rezista, iar altele nu: aceste ingrediente, comportari, stari, oricum le-am numi, nu functioneaza la unison si deplin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu consider ca iubirea e atunci cand il privesti pe celalalt band din paharul cu apa pe care i l-ai oferit, iubirea e cand vrei sa-i implinesti o dorinta si faci asta adaugand si o floare, iubirea e cand ii aduci la pranz felul de mancare care stii ca-i place mult. Atunci cand viata dintre doi oameni functioneaza armonios, ai tot timpul idei intru bucuria celuilalt, tot timpul esti "ocupat" intru bucuria celuilalt, dar gesturile tale trebuie sa fie firesti, sa vina de la sine, nu sa fie ceva care pe tine sa te oboseasca, iar celuilalt sa-i induca impresia de artificial. Trebuie sa fie ceva care, pur si simplu, sa izvorasca din dragoste. Trebuie sa fie o placere si pentru tine, si pentru celalalt. Iar placerea asta inseamna, de obicei, o inlantuire de gesturi marunte, de asa-zise nimicuri, dar care nasc armonia dintr-un cuplu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mariajul care rezista e acela in care tu ai nevoie de cea din fata ta, iar ea are nevoie de cel din fata ei; e acela in care el si ea nu pot trai unul fara celalalt. Asta e ecuatia in formula esentializata. Pentru un cuplu reusit e nevoie ca, in mod natural, cei doi sa traiasca intr-o singura fiinta, nu separat. Eu nu ma intorc in pat, pe partea cealalta, cu visurile, dorintele, inchipuirile ori regretele mele, iar Carmen nu-mi intoarce spatele, cu visurile, dorintele, inchipuirile ori regretele ei."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Articolul intreg il gasiti &lt;a href="http://www.formula-as.ro/2011/979/asul-de-inima-45/damian-crasmaru-daca-n-ar-exista-carmen-eu-n-as-avea-de-ce-sa-exist-14004"&gt;AICI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8265362137963846914?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8265362137963846914/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuvinte-frumoase-iubirea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8265362137963846914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8265362137963846914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuvinte-frumoase-iubirea.html' title='Cuvinte frumoase! (despre iubire)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-2104893713273813144</id><published>2011-08-09T15:50:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:20:08.948+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinte, tacere sau indiferenta</title><content type='html'>Ma uitam peste textul denumit &lt;a href="http://octavianpaler.ro/comentarii-si-citate/interviu-cu-dumnezeu/"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Interviu cu Dumnezeu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, atribuit lui Octavian Paler, si ma gandeam ca intr-adevar, cuvintele dor, tacerea doare, indiferenta doare! Si iti ajunge doar o secunda pentru a face cuiva rau, o replica aiurea si i-ai daramat credinta in lucruri si sentimente frumoase. O privire rece, si l-ai naucit prin rautatea "pedepsei". Atat pe ziua de azi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2104893713273813144?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2104893713273813144/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuvinte-tacere-si-indiferenta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2104893713273813144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2104893713273813144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/cuvinte-tacere-si-indiferenta.html' title='Cuvinte, tacere sau indiferenta'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-4532987467810994082</id><published>2011-08-08T13:27:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:01:12.054+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend "bicolor"</title><content type='html'>Pe acorduri de basculanta, ciocanituri si freze electrice (toate cu dedicatie de la imensul santier Palas, aflat la 3 metri de mine), i-a venit si randul blogului meu sa fie bagat in seama. Asta in ciuda unei pareri de genul: "pe tine nu te intereseaza blogul!".. drept urmare am si fost taiata de pe lista oamenilor ce vor sa primeasca sfaturi in legatura cu acest subiect! Plus replica extra-mega pretioasa: "daca te intereseaza, cauta!" :)) Ce sa spun, suna logic.. dar nu isi gasea in niciun caz rostul in acel context! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehh.. dar cum am fost sfatuita sa "cresc", adica sa nu ma mai mir de prezenta unor oameni atat de "binevoitori", o sa trec gratios pe langa si o sa-mi vad linistita de blogul meu :) Blog care tot isi tot cauta o noua identitate, gazduire noua, plus ca as vrea sa testez un pic si twitter-ul. O sa isi gaseasca curand si abia astept sa-l vad "la casa lui" :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce s-a mai intamplat in rest? Pai &lt;i&gt;uichendul &lt;/i&gt; a fost jumi-juma: adica fain vineri seara si sambata si nasol duminica. &lt;b&gt;Vineri &lt;/b&gt;seara: terasa1 + terasa2 + papa bun pe la 3 dimineata la o alta semi-terasa. Papa bun care si-a cerut apoi pretul, adica o stare nasoala de greata, ce a fost remediata apoi de 1 litru jumatate de suc de lamaie :)  &lt;b&gt;Sambata&lt;/b&gt;: gratar (punctul culminant a fost porumbul  copt pe jar) + vizita la prieteni (carti, topaiala, palavrageala si film.. la care in mod firesc, am adormit :) &lt;b&gt;Duminica&lt;/b&gt;: replici "minunate", hol spital, cearta cu un nene strain la telefon, plimbare esuata cu autobuzul, bere nu, film nu. Ce sa spun, am o viata echilibrata :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In rest, mi-e dor (ca de obicei) de mare, dar cred ca urmatoarea vizita va fi dedicata domnului munte. Si nu pot spune ca ma deranjeaza. Chiar din contra! Nu am mai fost de ceva timp, si chiar simt nevoia de aer proaspat de munte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam atat cu scrisul pe azi, revin maine cu ceva plictistor, asa ca nu schimbati programul :P Fug sa mananc pepene rosu si nuci verzi (meniul meu de sezon favorit!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-4532987467810994082?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/4532987467810994082/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-bicolor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4532987467810994082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4532987467810994082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-bicolor.html' title='Weekend &quot;bicolor&quot;'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-2431044450459418055</id><published>2011-08-05T10:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:53:15.905+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-si doresc barbatii de la femei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Uite si rezultatul sondajului si a informatiilor adunate :) Ordinea e oarecum aleatorie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa li se gateasca&lt;/b&gt; - dar nu orice, chestii bune, delicioase, uneori dietetice (cand li se pune pata ca tre' sa traiasca mai mult de 40 de ani), iar alteori pline de cele mai gretoase grasimi. Daca nu e "&lt;i&gt;ca la mama acasa&lt;/i&gt;" stramba insesizabil din nas si spun o replica de genul "&lt;i&gt;nu e cum stiam eu&lt;/i&gt;!".. la care tie iti vine sa le dai cu oala in cap si sa-i trimiti la origini.. adica "&lt;i&gt;fugi la ma-ta, sa-ti faca ea!&lt;/i&gt;". Ei se transforma in praf si pulbere in momentul in care pun piciorul in bucatarie, sau mana pe o oala, asa cum vampirii sunt distrusi de soare. Deci sa nu ii sugerezi sa te ajute cu o ceapa, cand tu jonglezi cu 3 tigai si el e la laptop, pentru ca va crede ca vrei sa il ucizi si va ofta si va suspina, de-ti vine sa folosesti cutitul din bucatarie pentru a-ti mangaia venele de la incheietura. Intr-un final, dupa ce meniul e devorat, te astepti sa isi spele macar farfuria, lasand (sa spunem) celelalte vase pentru tine, dar putin probabil sa ai parte de luxul unui asemenea bun simt exteriorizat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa taci &lt;/b&gt;- isi lasa pentru a 50-a oara sosetele aruncate drept la intrarea in casa, nu conteaza ca ai tacut de 47 de ori, si i-ai atras atentia (fara rezultat) in ultimele trei dati, ca tot cu titlul de obsedata cicalitoare o sa fii decorata! Il rogi sa faca ceva timp de juma' de an, si intr-un final te apuca disperarea si ii spui ca e cam aiurea atitudinea lui, in consecinta nu are sens sa iti aprecieze rabdarea din acele 6 luni, e logic sa te caracterizeze drept o trancanitoare careia ii ies pe gura doar reprosuri! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa fii mereu o panseluta proaspata&lt;/b&gt; - n-ai chef, putere sau timp, asta nu trebuie sa iti afecteze rutina de smuls, pensat, cremuit, lacuit.. etc Ce daca pisezi usturoi si amesteci carnea pentru sarmale 2 ore, cand vine autoritatea suprema in casa, trebuie sa mirosi a iasomie, caci altfel cum sa mai ramana atras de tine, fara sa invoce oboseli si dureri de cap?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa nu ii deranjezi programul &lt;/b&gt;- a venit acasa si are chef de orice, numai de tine nu.. sa nu cumva sa iti manifesti un sentiment de dor sau afectiune, pentru ca este mereu interpretat ca un grav atentat la programul lui. E o incalcare a intimitatii!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa nu il rogi sa faca ceva&lt;/b&gt; (sa se duca jos sa ia o paine, sa isi stranga din urma etc) - sau poti face asta, dar sa te astepti la ochi dati peste cap, pufnituri, oftaturi si replici de genul "&lt;i&gt;chiar acum vrei?", "lasa ca fac eu mai tarziu", "nu mai am chef acum", "nu pot, acum ma ocup de ceva important".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa nu le zgarii orgoliul masculin&lt;/b&gt; - crezi ca ai o idee mai buna, si ca ati rezolva problema mai rapid si mai usor?! Taci &lt;i&gt;biiip &lt;/i&gt;din gura!! Nu cumva posesorul de testosteron sa se simta afectat! Oricum, din start, ideea ta va fi primita cu priviri sagetatoare si cu &lt;i&gt;"mda.. tre' sa comentezi tu ceva, ca te crezi tu mai desteapta!&lt;/i&gt;". Degeaba explici ca nu il ataci pe el, sau te crezi tu superioara, trebuie sa iti inveti lectia si next time sa ai o privire inexpresiva, sa dai derutata din gene ca o mica retardata si apoi sa-i elogiezi alegerea printr-o oda de 10 minute, in prezenta gastii de prieteni, pentru confirmare publica a talentului sau de descurcaret nativ!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa nu iti lipseasca zambetul de pe fata&lt;/b&gt; - daca ai tupeul sa nu prezinti un zambet labartat de la urechea stanga, la urechea dreapta sau o dispozitie sexy-jucausa, atunci apar intrebari incuietoare de genul "&lt;i&gt;Ce ai?!&lt;/i&gt;", la care tu ai tupeul sa spui sincer: "&lt;i&gt;Nimic&lt;/i&gt;!". La care el va continua obligatoriu cu: "&lt;i&gt;Asa sunteti voi femeile, mereu cica nu aveti nimic, si daca nu intrebam suntem nesimtiti! Lasa ca data viitoare nu o sa te mai bag in seama&lt;/i&gt;!". Huh?!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa faci treburile gospodaresti cu placere&lt;/b&gt; - Nu cumva sa te plangi ca te doare spatele de la mop, sau ca ai mainile crete de la chiuveta aia plina de oale, ca el va considera asta o aluzie la el si o acuza directa (?!?!), si se va isteriza interzicandu-ti sa mai faci ceva pe motivul "&lt;i&gt;Decat sa imi scoti ochii dupa, mai bine nu mai faci nimic!&lt;/i&gt;". Again, huh?!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa fii modesta si intelegatoare&lt;/b&gt; - sa iti nu exprimi dorinta de a avea un concediu relaxant, sa nu iti doresti sa te scoata la un restaurant, sa nu iti doresti o floare asa.. doar ca ti-ar face ziua mai frumoasa, sa nu iti doresti sa te mai resfete din cand in cand. Nu!!!! Pentru ca atunci inseamna iar ca faci aluzii la nu stiu ce tampenie, ca tu de fapt iti doresti pe altu' cu nu stiu cati bani, ca iar faci reprosuri mascate in dorinte!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disponibilitate sexuala&lt;/b&gt; - daca pe ea o doare capul si refuza, el e lovit in orgoliul de mascul si nu se mai atinge de domnita 2 saptamani. Daca el nu are chef/e obosit/stie ca nu se poate "ridica" la nivelul asteptarilor, si o refuza... ea trebuie sa surada relaxata si sa se arate la fel de &lt;i&gt;horny&lt;/i&gt; si data viitoare. Sa fie suava si sa se lase "vanata", sa nu initieze ea de prea multe ori, caci el se va simti privat de rolul de "vanator". Deci daca are chef, sa faca bine sa-l astepte pe el, pana ii vine lui cheful! Sa nu fie prea nebunatica, pentru ca atunci el simte ca are acces la prea multe, si nu mai e senzatia de interzis, sau greu de obtinut! Sa nu fie prea retinuta, caci devine prea cuminte! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2431044450459418055?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2431044450459418055/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/ce-si-doresc-barbatii-de-la-femei.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2431044450459418055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2431044450459418055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/ce-si-doresc-barbatii-de-la-femei.html' title='Ce-si doresc barbatii de la femei'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-6437903700275141178</id><published>2011-08-02T22:22:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:19:47.714+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu gandul la altii</title><content type='html'>Ce anume va face sa nu actionati ca cei mai nebuni si liberi oameni din lumea asta? Pana va ganditi voi, va raspund eu: cei care ma iubesc! M-am surprins de multe ori cu gandul la nu stiu ce tampenie, care ma tenta sa o fac, fara sa-mi treaca prin minte si fara sa-mi pese prea mult de urmarile pe care le-ar putea avea asupra mea. Pe cateva le-am si facut, altora le-am zis "pas", cu gandul la cei care ar suferi cu adevarat daca eu as pati ceva nu tocmai ok.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma tot gandesc, cum mi-ar fi viata, si cum anume as actiona fara constrangerea lucrurilor care trebuiesc facute "bine", fara sa am in vedere ca cineva este afectat de pe urma actiunilor mele. Sa fiu intr-o tara straina, fara sa ma cunoasca nimeni, fara sa-i pese nimanui de mine.. Nu v-ati surprins niciodata gandindu-va "As face x lucru, dar ce-ar zice mama/tata/copilul/iubitul/iubita daca.....". Eu sunt sigura ca da, si nu numai o data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As fi si mai nebuna, si mai iresponsabila, sau calma si cu picioarele pe pamant? Habar nu am! Dar tare ma enerveaza seriozitatea si modalitatea in care isi complica oamenii viata. Ar trebui sa fie totul mai simplu, mai sincer.. mai "pe fata", mai in joaca. Nu toate activitatile "de adult" trebuiesc tratate ca si o nenorocire iminenta, nu orice decizie majora trebuie tratata ca o decizie de viata si moarte. Nu orice curs al vietii trebuie luat in tragic si ponegrit cu gandul la "cum ar fi fost daca..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana la urma, viata e un traseu de care macar te poti bucura, ca si asa ti-e dat sa-l parcurgi cu multe obstacole. Ia o bere, relaxeaza-te si vezi pe cine ai alaturi. Conteaza cu cine parcurgi drumul, conteaza sa-ti fie drag si sa te simti bineeeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6437903700275141178?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6437903700275141178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/cu-gandul-la-altii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6437903700275141178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6437903700275141178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/cu-gandul-la-altii.html' title='Cu gandul la altii'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-6247210718123127074</id><published>2011-08-02T09:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:03:36.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Titlu obscen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cand "iti bagi p*la" in toate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hai ca se mai intampla! Pai sunt si zile in care vezi ca autobuzul  pleaca exact sub nasul tau, dupa ce ai alergat de ti-au iesit ochii cu 3  milimetri din orbita; dupa ce ai asteptat pe cineva crezand ca te ia cu  masina, pentru ca apoi sa auzi la telefon regretele eterne ca se grabea  si a uitat ca trebuia sa te pescuiasca si pe tine. Cand de dimineata  vezi chiar in fata ta un accident in care sunt implicate vreo 3 masini,  si soferul de maxi-taxi, in care te afli si tu, se hotaraste ca i-ar  placea si lui o mica tamponare (poate asa isi ia liber pe ziua aia), si  incepe sa calce pedala de te scutura de toti banii din buzunare, in  balansul tau fin: cand la stanga, cand la dreapta, salvandu-te doar o  bara de care te tii agatat si de care iti inclestezi degetele, cu  speranta ca macar (in caz de coliziune) sa nu zbori pe geam! Cand vezi  ca prostii au noroc, cand vezi ca dezinteresatii sunt laudati, cand vezi  sictir pe fete...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-acum ce sa fac? Sa vorbesc mai  dragut, si sa nu pun asa un titlu nedemn de o domisoara finuta ca mine?  Uite ca nu prea am chef! Nu-s nervoasa, ofuscata, verde-albastruie la  fata (din contra, am un bronz bestial :D) sau plina de frustrari  neexprimate. Din contra, o ard frumos cu "&lt;i&gt;je m'en fiche&lt;/i&gt;",  lafaindu-ma intr-o indiferenta limitata, dar al naibii de placuta. Inca  sunt in zona cu etichete de genul: "seri de vara la terasa (+bere  optional)", "sominc bun cu racoarea care-mi mangaie pielea", "pepene  rosu si dulce", "salata de vinete delicioasa", "carte buna pe  noptiera"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi am avut un mic soc matinal,  vazand ca necrutatorul calendar indica "1 august"! Adica mai avem doar 4  saptamani oficiale de vara?! Se pare ca da! Pai eu deja m-apuc de  vocalize pentru colinde, ca in ritmul asta, ma trezesc cu Craciunul in  prag! Deja mi-e dor de mare, chiar daca mi-am luat "la revedere" abia de  o saptamana. Valuri pe piele...  In acelasi timp, mi-e pofta si de  munte, si l-as saluta un pic vara asta. Acum.. depinde doar de  oportunitati, si-om vedea ce va mai iesi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6247210718123127074?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6247210718123127074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/titlu-obscen.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6247210718123127074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6247210718123127074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/08/titlu-obscen.html' title='Titlu obscen'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-3010579680373138712</id><published>2011-07-30T14:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:57:49.025+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Emigrez?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J79OSlMLxos/TjPvDnWtOEI/AAAAAAAABfw/KRRk8IAVmyM/s1600/264925_228592657181553_142699105770909_702659_2645902_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J79OSlMLxos/TjPvDnWtOEI/AAAAAAAABfw/KRRk8IAVmyM/s400/264925_228592657181553_142699105770909_702659_2645902_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635110404153489474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asa mi-as dori sa se intample, mai devreme sau mai tarziu (sper insa ca ma voi incadra la categoria "mai devreme"). Totul este inca sub semnul incertitudinii si a gandului ca se poate si aici o viata frumoasa! Nu mai pot face parca diferenta, daca am ajuns sa ma plang si sa vad doar partile rele din tara asta din obisnuinta, sau pentru ca treburile stau chiar asa (adica aiurea taaare!). Cand mai dai si nas in nas cu probleme pe care nu prea le luai in calcul cand inca nu te incadrai la categoria "adulti cu responsabilitati", si vezi ca oricum o intorci, o sucesti sau o asezi intr-o lumina stralucitoare, problema tot nu pare a avea o solutie care sa te multumeasca, mintea incepe iar sa-ti zburde pe coclauri mai civilizate, mai prospere si mai bogate in posibilitati! Cu fiecare gand, apar si indoielile, si frica, si melancolia dar si speranta, si motorasul care pune in miscare planuri frumoase!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fara sa mai bat moneda acum pe subiectul asta, voiam sa va arat o pagina de Facebook care promoveaza frumusetea tarii noastre, si care se intituleaza sugestiv "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;273 de locuri pe care trebuie să le vezi înainte să pleci din România"&lt;/span&gt;. Ca de obicei, pun link si va las sa va bucurati de imaginile frumoase:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/273.ro?sk=wall"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/273.ro?sk=wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3010579680373138712?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3010579680373138712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/emigrez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3010579680373138712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3010579680373138712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/emigrez.html' title='Emigrez?!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-J79OSlMLxos/TjPvDnWtOEI/AAAAAAAABfw/KRRk8IAVmyM/s72-c/264925_228592657181553_142699105770909_702659_2645902_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-454351477612491274</id><published>2011-07-29T01:01:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T08:50:39.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>În război!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Da, sunt în război! Şi sunt sigură că o să ies învingătoare! Ostilităţile se duc între neamul &lt;/span&gt;ţâ&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ţă&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;resc şi persoana mea delicată şi sensibilă. Nu îmi plac bubitele mici şi roşii pe care mi le fac ţânţarii cadou, şi în nici un caz nu apreciez scărpinatul excesiv, pe care mi-l aplic consecvent în locul cu pricina. Şi pentru că am unghiuţe neînfricate, deseori rămân cu un semn de toată frumuseţea. Aşa că am decis să le declar război! Nu unul sângeros, căci nu îmi place, sunt încă paşnică dar determinată să nu-i mai simt prin preajmă. Urăsc să-i strivesc cu tot felul de unelte diabolice (gen prosop, cârpe..etc), şi dacă ar fi după mine, orice necuvântătoare care-mi calcă pragul, ar fi poftită delicat pe geam afară. Pot sta mărturie minutele bune în care am fugărit o muscă prin toată casa, doar pentru a-i arăta calea cea dreaptă, adică geamul larg deschis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ascult Magic FM, adică postul acela care cică starpeste neam din neamul bâzâitorilor enervanţi... Nu am aparat cu pastile ameţitoare, sau paletă de fugărit aceste fragile şi totuşi însetate de sânge fiinţe... Nu! Eu am plasă! Adică "accesul interzis". În plus, în caz că se strecoară mişeleşte în casă, am dezvoltat un stil aparte de dat din mâini şi din picioare, cât să-i panichez şi să zboare de lângă mine, c&lt;/span&gt;ă&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tre o nou&lt;/span&gt;ă&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ţ&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;int&lt;/span&gt;ă&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Şi ca să vă demonstrez cât de periculoase şi însângerate fiinţe sunt, o să vă arăt un filmule&lt;/span&gt;ţ&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, înso&lt;/span&gt;ţ&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it de două printscreen-uri cu "before" şi "after":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkUKiGcIjXw/TjHjadptjwI/AAAAAAAABfQ/skDTbW4S7T4/s1600/muscatura_tantar.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkUKiGcIjXw/TjHjadptjwI/AAAAAAAABfQ/skDTbW4S7T4/s320/muscatura_tantar.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634534652592885506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUANM4CzftY/TjHjaAvwQyI/AAAAAAAABfI/vFo8z7LvCiw/s1600/muscatura_tantar1.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUANM4CzftY/TjHjaAvwQyI/AAAAAAAABfI/vFo8z7LvCiw/s320/muscatura_tantar1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634534644833600290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_gMOvkd1dJc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-454351477612491274?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/454351477612491274/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-razboi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/454351477612491274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/454351477612491274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-razboi.html' title='În război!!!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fkUKiGcIjXw/TjHjadptjwI/AAAAAAAABfQ/skDTbW4S7T4/s72-c/muscatura_tantar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8390920278809309218</id><published>2011-07-28T01:29:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:49:32.952+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Gata, am revenit pe meleaguri iesene. Iar m-a prins cheful de bloguit cam tarziu, si ceasul ma indeamna usurel spre pat, caci se pare ca desteptii astia nu-mi vireaza salariul in cont, in lipsa mea, asa ca maine dimineata trebuie sa strig iar "prezent" la munca. Am promis pe cuvant de soim al patriei, o poza de la mare (atat am mai prins, soim.. ca pionier nu am avut onoarea sa fiu). Asa ca onorez promisiunea, si-mi afisez chipul extra..mega..superb pe blog. Simtiti-va liberi sa downloadati poza si sa o puneti pe site-uri matrimoniale, sub denumirea de "blonda sexy cu ochi albastri" :)) In fine, vedeti voi, nu de imaginatie duceti lipsa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJraoIPuDC8/TjCTfxjqcnI/AAAAAAAABfA/4qbwEH6mEpo/s320/IMG222%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634165307928638066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8390920278809309218?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8390920278809309218/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8390920278809309218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8390920278809309218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJraoIPuDC8/TjCTfxjqcnI/AAAAAAAABfA/4qbwEH6mEpo/s72-c/IMG222%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-9196563987100688640</id><published>2011-07-23T19:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T20:55:06.915+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>In ultima vreme, dupa cele cateva zile de weekend ma simt parca si mai obosita decat vinerea. Dar se merita, pentru ca e vara, oamenii au chef de iesit, terasele sunt imbietoare, asa ca.. trebuie sa profitam de perioada asta! Weekend-ul asta e ceva mai special, pentru ca am fost langa niste prieteni (ca si martor) care si-au celebrat cununia civila, iar apoi i-am insotit la o petrecere in aer liber, la iarba verde, concretizata intr-un delicios gratar! Sincer am avut emotii pentru ei, inca mi se pare solemn, important si emotionant momentul, dar tot nu-mi pot reveni din uimirea repeziciunii cu care trece (maxim 3 minute in fata ofiterului de stare civila!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot in weekendul asta, am parte de un mic preview al concediului de anul acesta. Adica dau o fuga scurta, scurta pana la mare, pentru a ma balaci un pic si apoi vin repejor inapoi acasa, unde inca ma asteapta targetul de realizat :| Zilele astea am testat internetul pe mobil, oferit ca si perioada de 30 de zile gratis clientilor Orange, si nu pot sa va spun decat ca este extrem de tentant sa dai mereu refresh-uri paginii de Facebook, atunci cand te plictisesti la serviciu :)) Din pacate, minunea nu tine mult, deoarece conexiunea la net rupe bateria in doua, asa ca umblu mereu cu incarcatorul dupa mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam atat despre weekend-ul asta, revin repejor cu o poza cu marea :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-9196563987100688640?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/9196563987100688640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/9196563987100688640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/9196563987100688640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-1817742778973517764</id><published>2011-07-22T01:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:12:59.311+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poze incendiare (50 Cent &amp; Justin Bieber)</title><content type='html'>Din arhiva personala si strict secreta a celor doua celebritati, am reusit sa sustrag doua instantanee inedite:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UySUf7tj1s/Tiij_QuGfEI/AAAAAAAABew/nCWNZlyoQ_U/s1600/50%2Bcent.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UySUf7tj1s/Tiij_QuGfEI/AAAAAAAABew/nCWNZlyoQ_U/s400/50%2Bcent.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631931641242221634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MDZ157Sr98/Tiij_R1I_pI/AAAAAAAABeo/oE38sx-RWlo/s1600/justin%2Bbieber.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MDZ157Sr98/Tiij_R1I_pI/AAAAAAAABeo/oE38sx-RWlo/s400/justin%2Bbieber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631931641540181650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1817742778973517764?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1817742778973517764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/poze-incendiare-50-cent.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1817742778973517764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1817742778973517764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/poze-incendiare-50-cent.html' title='Poze incendiare (50 Cent &amp; Justin Bieber)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6UySUf7tj1s/Tiij_QuGfEI/AAAAAAAABew/nCWNZlyoQ_U/s72-c/50%2Bcent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2384221311021506431</id><published>2011-07-20T22:53:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:23:13.645+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre sex</title><content type='html'>Ce te faci cand ti-e somn de nu mai poti, ti-e cald de ai vrea sa faci o excursie prelungita in frigider si-ti vine sa te prelingi pe pat?! Simplu: scrii pe blog! Adica cu cheful lu' peste, m-am decis sa-mi mai revars tolba de cuvinte mestesugite, chiar si in ciuda celor mai vitrege situatii! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am aflat in ultima jumatate de ora ca daca stau si ma uit in gol, inspre ecranul laptopului nu imi vin idei geniale, si nici nu se scrie singur articolul. Stau in casa in cel mai crunt curent posibil, cu toate geamurile si usile deschise si ma mai intreb de ce ma doare capul! De prea multa concentrare, desigur :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieri seara am iesit un pic din tiparul serilor obisnuite, cu un gratar la iarba verde, inceput pe la ora 22 si terminat 2 ore mai tarziu cu noi esuati pe o patura, luminati doar de o luna portocalie. Partea proasta a fost ca ne-am sacrificat si noi la randul nostru, reprezentand un festin pentru tantarii de prin zona, partea buna a fost ca ne-am relaxat in racoare si sub un cer instelat, iar partea palpitanta a fost ca eram intinsi pe patura, langa padurice, de unde imi imaginam ca va iesi un psihopat cu un carlig si ne va macelari pe toti :)) Prea multe filme americane vazute, va spun eu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apropo de filme, zau ca nu am mai vazut unul bun de ceva luni bune! Ultimul a fost &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inception&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, unde chiar nu imi dadeam seama care va fi deznodamantul, dar in rest.. Parca-i mai interesant sa vezi trailere, macar vezi fazele cele mai importante si ramai cu impresia unui film cu potential. Dar e mai bine sa nu dai curs impulsului de moment, si sa nu urmaresti filmul, caci e aproape garantata dezamagirea in momentul in care observi ca tot ce era mai palpitant, s-a consumat deja in cele 2-3 minute de trailer! Asa ca eu ma consolez cu seriale.. multe seriale! Asa stiu deja actiunea, nu imi trebuiesc cateva minute sa ma "imprietenesc" cu personajele, plus ca mereu am senzatia de continuitate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca si cand blogul, mess-ul si facebook-ul nu ar fi de ajuns, zilele astea ma bate gandul sa imi fac cont si pe twitter si sa devin activa si pe contul de Google + (recent facut). In stilul asta nu cred ca mai ies curand din casa, sau ca-mi mai dezlipesc telefonul de mana! Si-asa acum gandesc in termeni de "sa pozez chestia asta, sa o pun pe Facebook", "sa tin minte asta, sa o scriu pe blog" etc   Ehh... mai socializez si eu virtual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inca ceva.. vreau bicicleta! Cine are una in plus, sau nu o foloseste? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaa.. si despre sex.. nu stiu, ganditi-va si voi la ceva kinky, ca eu am pus titlul doar ca sa am mai multi vizitatori azi! :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2384221311021506431?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2384221311021506431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/despre-sex.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2384221311021506431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2384221311021506431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/despre-sex.html' title='Despre sex'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7197064912493141219</id><published>2011-07-17T12:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:39:52.132+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--K8_k-JvMSE/TiKoL06oOQI/AAAAAAAABc4/zLivuX8QwMs/s1600/lazy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--K8_k-JvMSE/TiKoL06oOQI/AAAAAAAABc4/zLivuX8QwMs/s400/lazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630247405303118082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cata liniste, pace si relaxare :)) Numai bine pentru starea de duminica la amiaza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7197064912493141219?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7197064912493141219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/cata-liniste-pace-si-relaxare-numai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7197064912493141219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7197064912493141219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/cata-liniste-pace-si-relaxare-numai.html' title='Lazyyyyy'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/--K8_k-JvMSE/TiKoL06oOQI/AAAAAAAABc4/zLivuX8QwMs/s72-c/lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2782531967860073752</id><published>2011-07-16T11:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:47:35.092+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai hui</title><content type='html'>Ma simt uneori ca fata mosului, sau a imparatului.. ce-o mai fi fost si ea. Adica fatuca aia (din nu mai stiu ce basm), careia i s-a cerut sa vina la palat nici pe jos, dar nici calare, nici imbracata, dar nici dezbracata, nici pe drum, nici pe langa drum.. etc Nu o sa ma explic mai mult, ca iar vin "prietenii" sa ma intrebe cu toata ipocrizia adunata in fundurile lor nepasatoare "Da' ce-ai patit? Esti ok?". Nici macar nu inteleg cum de ajung sa interpreteze nu stiu ce tampenie, ca ma uit si eu patrat la genul asta de intrebari, si mi se face scarba de mimatul asta de prietenie, cand de fapt omul ala vaneaza si spera doar ca cei din jur sa aiba probleme, ca sa se poata simti ei in viata lor trista si falsa, mai bine! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uneori incep sa scriu ceva, sterg de 7 ori, inlocuiesc de 15 ori, ma gandesc cum sa fac sa nu fie interpretabil, cum sa fac sa priceapa cei care citesc, faptul ca eu comentez anumite situatii vazute peste tot in jurul meu (dar din perspectiva proprie), si ca aici nu am nici cea mai mica intentie sa creez un jurnal, care sa stea ca presul la usa, gata sa fie murdarit de incaltamintea noroioasa a oricarui om aterizat pe-aici. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot vreau si eu domeniu, vreau sa fiu mai motivata sa tastez cuvinte insiruite logic (sau nu), dar inca sper la 2-3 zile la mare, asa ca mai aman momentul.. pentru a n'spea oara (money reasons)! Am destule de facut, si chef zero.. de fapt cu minus, ca ma "ajuta" si caldura asta "revigoranta". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am nevoie de mai multa organizare... de ordine. Toate-s vraisete prin casa, si in jurul meu, asa ca simt nevoia intai de curatenie fizica, in mediul in care traiesc, pentru ca apoi sa-mi fac ordine si curatenie in ganduri si sentimente, in asa fel incat sa ramana doar ce e frumos si pozitiv! Ajuta sa mai re-evaluezi situatiile, atitudinile, implicarea in diverse activitati..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una peste alta, vara mea e frumoasa, si o savurez cu pofta :) Stiu ca ma trezesc iar in septembrie cu dor de mare, asa ca vreau sa bifez balaceala in apa, si muuulte seri faine pe la terasele racoroase din oras! Aaa... si gratare la iarba verde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2782531967860073752?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2782531967860073752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/hai-hui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2782531967860073752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2782531967860073752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/hai-hui.html' title='Hai hui'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-1678767194890328074</id><published>2011-07-15T20:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:34:08.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum s-o ceri de nevasta :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://izismile.com/video/player2/player2.swf" flashvars="file=http://izismile.com/img/img4/20110610/video/00_proposal.flv&amp;amp;plugins=sharing-2&amp;amp;skin=http://izismile.com/video/player2/skin/kleur.zip&amp;amp;sharing.link=http%3A%2F%2Fizismile.com%2F2011%2F06%2F10%2Fepic_wedding_proposal__epic_wedding_party.html" width="426" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1678767194890328074?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1678767194890328074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/cum-s-o-ceri-de-nevasta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1678767194890328074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1678767194890328074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/cum-s-o-ceri-de-nevasta.html' title='Cum s-o ceri de nevasta :)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-8785101764629197779</id><published>2011-07-13T17:18:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:36:16.799+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impresii - Blog Olympics Iasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vpOSGCwAmw/Th3whfTa-wI/AAAAAAAABcw/Hkb5wPwBJAo/s1600/afis_BO-282x400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vpOSGCwAmw/Th3whfTa-wI/AAAAAAAABcw/Hkb5wPwBJAo/s400/afis_BO-282x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628919567412296450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fost duminica, pe cea mai coplesitoare caldura, insa distractia a meritat orice raza de soare picata drept pe capul meu blond! Totul a pornit de la initiativa lui &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://monoranu.ro/"&gt;Monoranu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, care ne-a oferit la blogmeet-ul trecut un mic teaser&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;numai bun pentru a astepta nerabdatori concretizarea evenimentului. Este vorba despre &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/eveniment/blog-olympics-17445/1/"&gt;Blog Olympics&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(prima editie), o competitie sportiva, pusa la cale de catre cei de la &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/"&gt;Inoras.ro&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(care trec printr-o perioada fasta de schimbari, lansandu-se si o noua platforma), cu sustinerea puternica a celor de la  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/DecathlonIasi"&gt;Decathlon Iasi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;care au si pus la dispozitie terenul pe care s-au desfasurat competitiile (fotbal si baschet). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincer, elanul meu sportiv e in plin avant, dar duminica m-am tinut departe de teren, in primul rand pentru ca voiam sa las cat mai multe sanse echipei mele sa castige, si in al doilea rand, nu as fi vrut sa amuz prea tare publicul :)) Acum serios, am avut doua co-echipiere talentate (Andreea si Catalina), care aveau si ceva experienta in domeniul sportiv, asa ca eu am activat ca si suporterita infocata a echipei mele. La editia urmatoare.. ma antrenez din timp, si pun monopol pe minge :D Cele trei echipe s-au duelat cu mare spor, atat la fotbal cat si la baschet, ehipa mea fiind condusa cu talent de catre  &lt;a href="http://www.phonecto.com/" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Cipoc &lt;/a&gt;(Ciprian). Lesinati de caldura, dar sustinuti de catre organizatori si de catre sponsori cu apa, racoritoare si energizante, premiile puse in joc au fost revendicate de participanti cu zambetul pe buze. Eu astept nerabdatoare sa ne revedem si sa ne bucuram de premiu, la o repriza de paintball. Din echipa mea (Alex_blue, Stefan, Sorin, Sebi, Alex, Andreea, Catalina) a facut parte si &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/"&gt;Radu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt; (mandru si proaspat posesor al domeniului propriu, asa ca ii urez cu ocazia asta mult spor, inspiratie si vizitatori!), care a reusit sa inscrie si un glorios gol, impotriva Echipei Castigatoare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa ce am fost rasfatati cu premii, organizatorii ne-au invitat la un gratar, intr-un loc tare frumos, in apropiere de Popricani, si anume "&lt;a href="http://coltderai.piczo.com/?g=1&amp;amp;cr=6"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Colt de rai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", unde ne-am rumenit la soare in ton cu micii si pulpele pregatite la gratar! Numai ca spre deosebire de preparatele gatite, culoarea nostra nu a iesit deloc uniforma, ajungand acasa sa rad/plang cateva minute in fata oglinzii, de look-ul meu bicolor. Dupa cateva straturi de crema + doua pastile de cap (nu m-a iertat soarele si m-a batut in cap cu nerusinare), totul a fost ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In concluzie, a fost tare fain! Organizare buna, distractie pe masura, premii, participanti veseli si petrecareti = o zi pe care vreau sa o pun pe "repeat" :) Asa ca &lt;a href="http://monoranu.ro/"&gt;Mono&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/"&gt;Inoras.ro&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/DecathlonIasi"&gt;Decathlon Iasi&lt;/a&gt; merita din nou multumiri pentru invitatie si organizare, si la cat mai multe editii &lt;b&gt;Blog Olympics&lt;/b&gt; reusite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alte impresii (mai updatez pe parcurs): &lt;a href="http://radupricop.ro/2011/07/13/blogolympics-prima-editie-de-succes/"&gt;Radu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.phonecto.com/2011/07/11/blogolympics-de-dupa/"&gt;Cipoc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/blog/ne-am-distrat-la-blog-olympics/"&gt;Somnulescu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/07/fun-fun-fun-la-blogolympics/"&gt;Andrei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://monoranu.ro/2011/07/12/m-am-facut-fotbalist/"&gt;Mono&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://taradaciuc.com/blogolympics-bloggeri-fun-fun-fun/"&gt;Alex Taradaciuc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iustin.info/semi-campioni-la-blogolympics.html"&gt;Iustin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/322321662961927065-8785101764629197779?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8785101764629197779/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/impresii-blog-olympics-iasi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8785101764629197779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8785101764629197779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/impresii-blog-olympics-iasi.html' title='Impresii - Blog Olympics Iasi'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vpOSGCwAmw/Th3whfTa-wI/AAAAAAAABcw/Hkb5wPwBJAo/s72-c/afis_BO-282x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-989764290764523077</id><published>2011-07-06T21:21:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:42:27.568+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Olympics @Iasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qs4qM2J0hI/ThS0RaDXbvI/AAAAAAAABcY/bHCRzSy3TM4/s1600/afis_BO.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qs4qM2J0hI/ThS0RaDXbvI/AAAAAAAABcY/bHCRzSy3TM4/s400/afis_BO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626320045636808434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adica, mai pe scurt, cum o sa joc duminica cu niste bloggeri talentati si cum nu o sa mai vin eu apoi niciodata la un blogmeet iesean! :)) De ce? Pentru ca am avut tupeul sa ma inscriu la &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/eveniment_blog-olympics-duminica-10-iulie-2011-la-decathlon.htm"&gt;Blog Olympics&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;o competitie intre bloggeri, unde voi evolua cu "succes" si "talent" la fotbal/baschet! Dupa ce o sa se uite "dragut" toti coechiperii la mine, si o sa ma alinte cu vorbe "duioase" pentru ca i-am ajutat sa "castige", nu stiu cat de ok va mai fi :)) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca sa va lamuresc un pic mai bine despre evenimentul care-mi va anima weekend-ul, ma inspir de pe site-ul organizatorilor &lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;www.iasi.inoras.ro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/eveniment_blog-olympics-duminica-10-iulie-2011-la-decathlon.htm"&gt;InOras.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; organizează duminică, &lt;b&gt;10 iulie 2011&lt;/b&gt;, începând cu &lt;b&gt;ora 10.00&lt;/b&gt;, in incinta bazei sportive a magazinului &lt;b&gt;Decathlon (din cadrul Carrefour ERA Iaşi) prima ediţie a Blog Olympics&lt;/b&gt;, cu ocazia relansării noii platforme a ghidului online de distracţii urbane. Evenimentul se adresează în principal bloggerilor ieşeni şi va cuprinde două competiţii sportive în cadrul cărora se vor confrunta trei echipe de bloggeri a câte 10 membri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sistem de desfăşurare:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 2 sporturi diferite: fotbal şi baschet;&lt;br /&gt;• Competiţiile se organizează independent în sistem turneu pe fiecare sport;&lt;br /&gt;• 3 echipe participante de 10 persoane conduse de câte un căpitan de echipă;&lt;br /&gt;• Căpitanii îşi vor alege echipele iar înscrierile se fac până pe 7 iulie pe blogurile acestora;&lt;br /&gt;• Fiecare echipă va trebui să-şi aleagă un nume reprezentativ şi să se asigure că are o galerie consistentă!&lt;br /&gt;• Fiecare echipă trebuie să aibă în componenţă minim 5 bloggeri şi minim 3 fete;&lt;br /&gt;• La meciurile de fotbal se va juca 5 la 5, iar la baschet în sistem streetball, 3 la 3;&lt;br /&gt;• Fiecare echipă îşi desemnează echipe de start şi rezerve pentru cele 2 turnee;&lt;br /&gt;• La fotbal echipele trebuie să aibă în componenţă minim 2 fete din care 1 în permanenţă pe teren;&lt;br /&gt;• La baschet echipele trebuie să aibă în componenţă minim 1 fată;&lt;br /&gt;• Orice blogger se poate înscrie la ambele competiţii;&lt;br /&gt;• Competiţiile au loc în mod consecutiv pentru a putea asigura participarea bloggerilor;&lt;br /&gt;• Regulamentele de desfăşurare a competiţiilor sunt cele specifice sporturilor în cauză.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Înscrieri la competiţie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/blog/am-auzit-ca-ti-place-sa-castigi-blogolympics/" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;somnulescu.com/blog/am-auzit-ca-ti-place-sa-castigi-blogolympics/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://negru.headidea.ro/evenimente/iasi-este-gazda-blog-olympics-2011-echipa-castigatoare-se-formeaza-aici" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;negru.headidea.ro/evenimente/iasi-este-gazda-blog-olympics-2011-echipa-castigatoare-se-formeaza-aici &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phonecto.com/2011/07/02/blog-olympics-iasi/" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;www.phonecto.com/2011/07/02/blog-olympics-iasi/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Echipa norocoasa, pe care o voi onora eu cu prezenta este cea a lui &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.phonecto.com"&gt;Ciprian &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.phonecto.com"&gt;Cipoc&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phonecto.com/2011/07/02/blog-olympics-iasi/" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;www.phonecto.com/2011/07/02/blog-olympics-iasi/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cine mai doreste, cine mai poftesteeeee.. este asteptat sa ni se alature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-989764290764523077?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/989764290764523077/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-olympics-iasi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/989764290764523077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/989764290764523077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-olympics-iasi.html' title='Blog Olympics @Iasi'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qs4qM2J0hI/ThS0RaDXbvI/AAAAAAAABcY/bHCRzSy3TM4/s72-c/afis_BO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-5977622822771804</id><published>2011-07-02T09:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:15:14.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre ceva ce nu va intereseaza: ARTA</title><content type='html'>E lansat de prin februarie, dar eu l-am descoperit recent, mi-a placut, drept urmare scriu despre el. Si anume: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.googleartproject.com/"&gt;ART PROJECT&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.googleartproject.com/"&gt;(http://www.googleartproject.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;lansat de catre Google. Cateva detalii:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;poti vizita virtual cele mai importante muzee ale lumii si sa analizezi in detaliu peste 1000 de picturi valoroase, dintre care 17 la o rezolutie de sapte gigapixeli fiecare (7000 de megapixeli);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;in prezent, gasim indexate în Google Art Project urmatoarele muzee: Van Gogh – cel din Amsterdam, Palatul Versailles, Thyssen Bornemisza din Madrid, Tate Britain din Londra, Ermitajul din Sankt Petersburg, Muzeul de Arta Metropolitana din New York, Galeriile Uffizi din Florența... si multe altele renumite&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;au implementat tehnologia StreetView pentru interiorul cladirilor, oferind astfel un tur complet oricarui utilizator de internet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;aplicatia permite un tur virtual 3D pe culoarele multor muzee – treptat se adauga altele – iar tablourile pot fi privite la o rezolutie mare, din diverse unghiuri. Trecerea de la o galerie la alta se face mai usor decit în spatiul real prin folosirea unui motor de cautare care oferă sugestii de autori si opere dintre cele expuse în muzeul respectiv;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt; o functie interesanta in Google Art Project: se poate salva intr-un playlist (&lt;i&gt;Artwork Collection&lt;/i&gt;) o serie de opere de arta din muzee variate pentru a privi la un moment dat doar opere care ne plac in mod particular. In plus, putem da &lt;em&gt;share &lt;/em&gt;acestei liste, după salvarea sa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GThNZH5Q1yY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;Surse: &lt;a href="http://economie.hotnews.ro/stiri-it-8261298-video-google-art-project-cele-mai-valoroase-picturi-ale-lumii-sunt-acum-internet-rezolutie-sapte-gigapixeli.htm"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://obisnuit.eu/2011/02/01/google-uimeste-din-nou-tpa-si-art-project/"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.observatorcultural.ro/Tur-virtual-3D-in-muzeele-lumii-cu-aplica%C4%8C%E2%80%BAia-Google-Art-Project*articleID_24899-articles_details.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-5977622822771804?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/5977622822771804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/despre-ceva-ce-nu-va-intereseaza-arta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5977622822771804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5977622822771804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/07/despre-ceva-ce-nu-va-intereseaza-arta.html' title='Despre ceva ce nu va intereseaza: ARTA'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/GThNZH5Q1yY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6456936590916190768</id><published>2011-06-29T18:28:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:53:45.315+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri à la Xena</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit de dimineata, cu aproape 20 de minute inainte de ora "regulamentara", cu nervi si nu de bunavoie! Am deschis laptopul si am zis sa arunc vreo 3 cuvinte pe blog, macar sa imi schimb dispozitia. Nici nu am terminat de scris o propozitie, ca laptopul mi-a fost inchis fortat (dar din greseala). Alti nervi, insa deja incepea sa ma constranga timpul, asa ca am abandonat ideea si am pus mana pe rimel si ruj, cu gandul la ziua minunata ce mi se asternea in fata. Minunata n-a fost, ci chiar destul de banala, dar presarata cu portii nesanatoase de nervi, canalizati catre cativa oameni cu care nu am nimic de impartit, pe care chiar ii simpatizez uneori, dar a caror moaca imi venea sa o trantesc cu pofta de prima usa, masa.. etc intalnita. Inca imi mai vine in minte zambetul (cel mai probabil bine intentionat) al unui amic/amice, iar eu desfasor in imaginatia mea bogata doar scene demne de cel mai iscusit film cu Jackie Chan!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu am o curiozitate! Voi inca mai pupati in fund nu stiu ce persoana din anturaj, sau incercati sa fiti simpatici numai pentru ca asa "e frumos"?! Eu m-am saturat de sportul asta! Am impartit si eu doza de ranjete false pana acum, si probabil ca inca o voi mai face, dar cu siguranta intr-o masura din ce in ce mai mica! Nu sunt si nu am de gand sa fiu nesuferita, sau antipatica, dar daca intr-o zi nu am chef de moaca, de aberatiile si de comportamentul cuiva, cu siguranta ma voi retrage in "banca mea", fara a ma mai simti obligata sa ma comport "frumos" si sa particip la discutii! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partea interesanta vine atunci cand trebuie sa te integrezi intr-un grup nou sau relativ nou, unde trebuie sa scoti din buzunar "sincere" aprobari de genul "da, &lt;i&gt;fata&lt;/i&gt;, ai dreptate!", sau sa te hahai la glume porcoase/nesarate ale gagiilor &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; din grup! Sa te integrezi in turma, asta e scopul suprem! Inca ne comportam ca in curtea scolii, dinamica grupurilor e ramasa nealterata, doar varsta din buletin a participantilor creste obscen, spre rusinea celor care inca au ramasi prinsi in bucla timpului!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6456936590916190768?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6456936590916190768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/ganduri-la-xena.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6456936590916190768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6456936590916190768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/ganduri-la-xena.html' title='Ganduri à la Xena'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-6473568310604334400</id><published>2011-06-28T17:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:15:18.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O surpriza azi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--T_Ypm6MRxo/Tgnhl7s3cjI/AAAAAAAABcI/O_IGgwaHQyE/s1600/kinder%2Bsurprise.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--T_Ypm6MRxo/Tgnhl7s3cjI/AAAAAAAABcI/O_IGgwaHQyE/s400/kinder%2Bsurprise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623273651546059314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si-asa e vreme ploioasa si de stat in casa! Un ou Kinder cu surprize, azi? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6473568310604334400?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6473568310604334400/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-surpriza-azi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6473568310604334400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6473568310604334400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-surpriza-azi.html' title='O surpriza azi?'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/--T_Ypm6MRxo/Tgnhl7s3cjI/AAAAAAAABcI/O_IGgwaHQyE/s72-c/kinder%2Bsurprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-5148651800383396354</id><published>2011-06-24T16:19:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:50:20.399+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Portia de "wow!" pe azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pe Elton John il cheama de fapt Reginald Kenneth Dwight! Huh?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Un pictor care lucreaza tablourile in lipici (foarte fain):&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xGQuOwqYVI4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Un clip la care efectiv am ramas cu gura cascata! Doi oameni care danseaza tango, intr-un stil atipic, pe verticala, dar absolut superb!!!&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UWxcVyBRecE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tricouri  re-create la minut! Cu aerisire (ca si-asa e canicula) si modele foarte interesante&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4tIZ35DVlNQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[surse: &lt;a href="http://www.neuronu.ro/"&gt;aici &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://fulgerica.com/"&gt;pe-aici&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-5148651800383396354?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/5148651800383396354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/portia-de-wow-pe-azi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5148651800383396354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5148651800383396354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/portia-de-wow-pe-azi.html' title='Portia de &quot;wow!&quot; pe azi'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/xGQuOwqYVI4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6826119719333266182</id><published>2011-06-22T20:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T16:56:23.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Managementul furiei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wch14hY3gpk/TgIjWQUjXWI/AAAAAAAABcA/iGas_CHn224/s1600/221657_115233965224391_115047201909734_132418_5424258_n_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wch14hY3gpk/TgIjWQUjXWI/AAAAAAAABcA/iGas_CHn224/s400/221657_115233965224391_115047201909734_132418_5424258_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621094150157065570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma invaluie, ma sufoca si ma face sa imi doresc sa sparg si sa arunc tot ce vad in cale. Nu fac asta, cel mult mai trantesc cate ceva sau vorbesc pe un ton care nu se incadreaza intre limitele fonice normale! Ocazional, in situatiile in care furia este insotita si de indignare, ma mai ia si un tremur.. nervos :))  Sincer.. cred ca as avea nevoie de un curs de &lt;i&gt;anger management&lt;/i&gt;, ca vad ca incepe sa ma deranjeze cand ia controlul si simt ca-mi vine sa ma urc pe pereti!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoga.. meditatie.. sau sa ma duc pe coclauri. Asa imi vine, sa-mi iau lumea "in cap" si sa ma duc cat mai departe, cu cat mai putin contact cu cei cunoscuti. Dar nu prea se poate sa-mi traiesc viata asa, iar o metoda de a ma calma in momente de genul asta, trebuie sa gasesc. Alcool si tigari, pare a fi o combinatie reusita :)) Insa cred ca e cam aglomerat acum la Alcoolici anonimi, si cum e si foarte cald afara, nu ma risc! Droguri.. de-alea usoare, as pufai, dar nu vreau sa fur din iarba adolescentilor, ei au mai multa nevoie decat mine, la ce perioada traverseaza! Box, karate.. mi-e ca ajung dupa aceea la Pro TV. Xanax.. imi face cu ochiul, dar nu prea am chef sa ajung o legumica. In fine, ati prins ideea, nu prea stiu ce sa fac! Mai ales cand dai de un conflict in care efectiv ramai stupefiat de ce poate gandi/face/spune cealalta persoana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Inspira, expira, inspira, expira.." si vizualizeaza cum valurile.. bla bla bla...  Prostii! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6826119719333266182?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6826119719333266182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/managementul-furiei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6826119719333266182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6826119719333266182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/managementul-furiei.html' title='Managementul furiei'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-wch14hY3gpk/TgIjWQUjXWI/AAAAAAAABcA/iGas_CHn224/s72-c/221657_115233965224391_115047201909734_132418_5424258_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8475361385482862563</id><published>2011-06-18T15:52:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:27:39.099+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogmeet #33 la pizzeria Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL7L7Mv1SaU/Tfy-i0tWiyI/AAAAAAAABb4/GucSOg5HNHc/s1600/blogmeet.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL7L7Mv1SaU/Tfy-i0tWiyI/AAAAAAAABb4/GucSOg5HNHc/s400/blogmeet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619575940525230882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Uraaa... blogmeet! Si nu oriunde, ci la pizzeria &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mammamia.ro/"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(Iasi)! &lt;/span&gt;Pentru mine asta inseamna pizza delicioasa, si nu spun asa doar pentru ca ne-au fost gazde generoase (au facut cinste cu pizza si bautura), ci pentru ca de o bucata buna de timp, acolo aleg mereu sa mananc o &lt;a href="http://www.mammamia.ro/index.php?route=product/category&amp;amp;path=14"&gt;pizza buna&lt;/a&gt;, sau la ei sun cand vreau sa o savurez acasa! Lui &lt;a href="http://www.macku.net/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maku &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trebuie sa ii multumim pentru organizare, deoarece el a fost cel care a strigat prezenta la acest blogmeet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intalnirea a avut loc aseara, beneficiind de prezenta a peste 25 de bloggeri, care mai de care mai draguti si vorbareti :) Pentru mine e a treia editie pe care o "bifez", si cu fiecare intalnire imi face si mai mare placere sa ii revad! Un mic rezumat: pizza buna, bere rece, discutii interesante si un nou proiect marca&lt;a href="http://iasi.inoras.ro/"&gt; inOras.ro&lt;/a&gt; propus de &lt;a href="http://monoranu.ro/"&gt;Monoranu&lt;/a&gt;, ale carui detalii le voi povesti cu alta ocazie (implica si o competitie sportiva intre bloggeri :D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lume multa + miez de vara = caldura mare, mon cher.... asa ca blogmeet-ul nu a tinut 3 zile si 3 nopti ca in poveste, ci vreo 3 ore, dupa care fiecare a fost liber de contract sa-si petreaca vinerea seara dupa chef si inspiratie. Cei care au fost prezenti: &lt;a href="http://2muraturi.wordpress.com/2011/06/18/blogmeet-fara-numar/"&gt;Radu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mariussescu.ro/"&gt;Marius&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sanecitim.ro/"&gt;Paul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.quadroq.ro/"&gt;Matei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://corn3liu.wordpress.com/"&gt;Corneliu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pierdutaprintreranduri.wordpress.com/"&gt;Roxana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://vali-me.com/"&gt;Vali&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rpx.kicks-ass.net/"&gt;Iulia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alexandrabohan.com/"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://pavelarcana.com/"&gt;Pavel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://reviewspedia.com/"&gt;Etienne&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photodynamica.com/blog/"&gt;Iustinian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wordpresszero.com/"&gt;Andrei&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.acsel.ro/"&gt;Acsel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://adinechifor.com/"&gt;Adrian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://somnulescu.com/"&gt;Somnulescu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.worldportrait.eu/"&gt;Silviu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://taradaciuc.com/"&gt;Taradaciuc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://archfare.wordpress.com/"&gt;Noir&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.iasivezi.com/"&gt;Viorel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://zazullina.info/"&gt;Zaza&lt;/a&gt;. Hmm.. nu-mi ies bloggerii la numar :)) Ma mai informez si revin cu un update :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In concluzie, multumim &lt;a href="http://www.mammamia.ro/"&gt;gazdei &lt;/a&gt;si &lt;a href="http://www.macku.net/"&gt;celui cu initiativa&lt;/a&gt;, si la mai multe evenimente de gen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. gluma serii - noi catre ospatar, la intrare: "Buna seara, noi suntem bloggeri!", la care raspunsul a venit prompt: "Asa, si?!" =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                                                                     [&lt;a href="http://iustin.info/blogmeet-33-iasi.html"&gt;sursa foto&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8475361385482862563?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8475361385482862563/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogmeet-33-la-pizzeria-mamma-mia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8475361385482862563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8475361385482862563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogmeet-33-la-pizzeria-mamma-mia.html' title='Blogmeet #33 la pizzeria Mamma Mia'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jL7L7Mv1SaU/Tfy-i0tWiyI/AAAAAAAABb4/GucSOg5HNHc/s72-c/blogmeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3163279473812018019</id><published>2011-06-15T20:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:18:11.774+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not funny</title><content type='html'>De vreo doua zile tot spun ca vreau sa mai pun ceva blog, ceva amuzant, sa mai echilibrez un pic atmosfera, in urma ultimului articol mai serios si trist! Si am tot cautat.. ceva funny, ceva de la care sa rad cu pofta si sa il pot impartasi cu voi. Si am aflat ca nu mi se mai par foarte multe lucruri amuzante in ultima vreme, ca multe mi se par stupide si fara niciun sens, mi se par rasuflate si fara macar o urma de umor, dar cu o doza mare de idiotenie!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Asa ca am revenit pe blog, dezamagita, sa va spun ca nu-s un explorator bun.. Nu am gasit "comoara" care sa ma faca sa rad cu lacrimi. De fapt, nu am mai gasit de mult asa ceva, drept urmare, daca v-a facut ceva in ultima vreme sa radeti cu pofta, va rog sa-mi spuneti si mie, si sa-mi lasati un comentariu cu bancul respectiv sau link. O sa va multumesc cu zambete :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3163279473812018019?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3163279473812018019/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-funny.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3163279473812018019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3163279473812018019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-funny.html' title='Not funny'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8026675334998190001</id><published>2011-06-13T15:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:09:05.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divortul - un rau necesar!</title><content type='html'>Acum e acea etapa a vietii cand majoritatea prietenilor mei, fie au relatii serioase (sau isi cam doresc asta), fie s-au casatorit deja (sau isi doresc asta). Cu etapa denumita "&lt;i&gt;divort&lt;/i&gt;", din fericire, nu m-am intersectat nici macar in experientele celor apropiati mie (cu mici exceptii). Una dintre exceptii o face o prietena care e in plin demers judecatoresc, si am ocazia sa ii fiu cat de cat alaturi, in toate fazele: incepand de la exasperare, sentimentul de "nu mai pot sta in relatia asta, simt ca inebunesc", decizia divortului, instiintarea sotului, a rudelor apropiate, contactarea avocatului, stabilirea termenului, cautarea unui alt apartament, ignoratul sau certurile (dupa dispozitie) cu partenerul etc..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vad ca ii este greu, ca simte si o afecteaza toate privirile rautaciose, si comentariile acuzatoare ale cunostintelor, dar e hotarata si e convinsa ca ceea ce face e bine! E intr-o perioada in care sufera, dar e mai bine sa fii asa o perioada determinata, si nu o viata intreaga, langa un om sucit! Plus copiii.. Exista, si complica si mai mult ecuatia lor, dar dupa ce te lupti cativa ani pentru relatia si fericirea ta, si vezi ca te lupti singura si omul de langa tine pare orb si surd, ajungi la decizia asta, fara regrete! Si apropo de divorturi, am citit un articol al unei femei in cunostinta de cauza, si mi-a placut! Drept urmare dau &lt;i&gt;copy&lt;/i&gt;, si apoi &lt;i&gt;paste, &lt;/i&gt;mentionez frumusel sursa, si va las sa cititi linistiti, cu urarea de a nu ajunge niciodata in situatia asta! De aceea da, e bine sa fii exigent atunci cand vrei sa iti gasesti omul cu care vei sta o viata intreaga, e absolut indicat sa te gandesti de n'spe mii de ori si sa incerci sa cunosti cat mai bine persoana care va fi parintele copilului tau, si totodata sa iti evaluezi extrem de bine capacitatea de a tolera si de a accepta ceea ce tu percepi a fi defectele partenerului tau!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 32, 74); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="post-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(27, 32, 74); font-size: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(27, 32, 74); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="post-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(27, 32, 74); font-size: 1.3em; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(12, 56, 110); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cenusadetrandafir.ro/divortez-deci-rezist" title="Divorţez deci… rezist" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(12, 56, 110); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Divorţez deci… rezist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;În decurs de-o oră m-au sunat trei prietene să îmi spună că divorţează. Prima după 13 ani de căsătorie, doi copii adolescenţi, un căsoi cu două etaje, o afacere de succes. Vrea să divorţeze fiindcă bărbatul i s-a încurcat cu una dintre angajate care are jumătate din studiile prietenei mele. Dar şi vârsta la jumătate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;A doua prietenă este căsătorită de 11 ani. Câştigă de cinci ori cât soţul ei, e pe poziţia trei într-o multinaţională şi vrea să divorţeze fiindcă în ciuda calificărilor, a studiilor şi a erudiţiei ei, soţul nu o respectă. O umileşte în faţa copilului, îi vorbeşte urât. O înjură. O tratează ca şi când ar fi servitoarea în casă. Am uitat să menţionez că soţul se mândreşte cu terminarea liceului, nicio limbă străină vorbită, nicio perspectivă pe termen scurt, mediu, lung sau extra-lung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;A treia e căsătorită de curând, de curând mămică şi a avut ocazia să cunoască o faţă a soţului pe care nu o bănuia. Româneşte spus, omul e bădăran, misogin şi paradoxal sau nu, fără serviciu. Şi cu toate că prietena mea munceşte 12 ore pe zi la serviciu şi restul acasa îmi spune că nu aude din partea lui nici măcar o vorbă bună. În schimb multe reproşuri.&lt;span id="more-4209" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Uneia dintre ele i-am spus să nu divorţeze. Celorlate două însa le-am spus să fugă cât văd cu ochii. Vă las pe voi să deduceţi singuri cui ce i-am spus. Acum am să vă spun doar că eu nu sunt pentru divorţuri. Şi eu sunt divorţată şi vă spun că nu e o fericire. Foarte puţine femei reuşesc să-şi păstreze echilibrul după divorţ. Mai ales dacă tu ai fost cea părăsită, cum e şi cazul meu, îţi ia foarte mult timp să accepţi că după 11 ani de căsnicie şi doi copii bărbatul tău îţi întoarce spatele. Te simţi nedemn. Te gândeşti ce mai mult ai putea oferi unui om decât iubirea ta, atenţia ta şi copiii pe care să-i faci. Dintre toţi oamenii pământului să-i faci cu el şi nu cu altcineva. Fiindcă tu alegi aşa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Mie mi-a luat cam 3 ani să-mi revin. Trei ani în care a trebuit să mă reconstruiesc cărămidă cu cărămidă. Ani în care mi-am adus aminte ce muzică îmi place, ce haine vreau să îmbrac, ce obiceiuri am, cine îmi sunt prietenii. Tot ce ai construit cu greu în doi se năruieşte şi trebuie să te recompui pe tine. Dar ca să poţi face asta trebuie să pui la temelie respectul de sine pe care, cumva, soţul l-a luat cu el la divorţ în ciuda faptului că nici un tribunal din lume nu i l-a dat lui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Nu doar din acest motiv nu sunt pentru divorţ. Nu sunt pentru divorţ fiindcă înseamnă să cedezi uşor, să te întorci pe călcâie şi să pleci. În general bărbaţii la câţiva ani după divorţ îşi cam uită copiii. Îi văd din ce în ce mai rar, uită de multe ori să dea banii. Sigur, sunt şi excepţii, bravo lor! Aşa că vrând-nevrând copiii sunt privaţi de prezenţa tatălui. Ca femeie nu ţi-e uşor să aduci pe cineva în casă sau să te vezi cu cineva dacă ai tăi copii nu-l aprobă pe acel cineva. Puţine femei suportă ca un barbat străin să le facă observaţii copiiilor lor. Şi uite aşa copiii cresc fără un model masculin. Ceea ce nu e bine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Deci nu sunt pentru divorţ. Cred că e normal ca într-o viaţă să existe tensiuni, păreri contrarii, frecuşuri. Chiar cred că e normal ca din când în când fiecare să se mai uite peste gard şi să poftească la vecina. Dar nu cred că se mai poate face ceva atunci când nu-l mai respecţi pe celălalt. Atunci când nu mai eşti capabil să-i vezi calităţile. Atunci când nu-l mai admiri. Atunci când ai senzaţia că îl duci în spate iar când e rândul tău să primeşti un pahar cu apă, ia-l de unde nu-i!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dacă în drum spre casă te rogi să nu fie acasă. Dacă ţi-e groază când vine weekendul. Dacă ţi-e frică să deschizi gura fiindcă nu ai habar ce reacţie ar putea avea celălalt. Dacă orice discuţie se transformă în ceartă. Ce rost mai are? Dar repet, să nu-şi imagineze nimeni că după un divorţ curge lapte şi miere. Eşti liniştită, calmă, îţi creşti copiii cum crezi de cuviinţă, te zbaţi de zece ori mai mult, fiecare decizie e a ta. Te bucuri singur, te întristezi singur. Nu e pentru toată lumea… Cât despre un al doilea mariaj… în alt articol. Gândiţi-vă bine!                    &lt;/i&gt;                                                      de &lt;i&gt;Ivona Boitan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Tahoma, 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.cenusadetrandafir.ro/divortez-deci-rezist"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8026675334998190001?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8026675334998190001/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/divortul-un-rau-necesar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8026675334998190001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8026675334998190001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/divortul-un-rau-necesar.html' title='Divortul - un rau necesar!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-9192504581169324986</id><published>2011-06-13T00:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:30:07.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ePtyLsSMVpQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/322321662961927065-9192504581169324986?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/9192504581169324986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/still.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/9192504581169324986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/9192504581169324986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/ePtyLsSMVpQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-9047506107991788020</id><published>2011-06-12T15:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:34:30.965+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caine lesinat</title><content type='html'>Ok..  deci in halul asta eu nu am mai vazut! =)) Caine care lesina, doborat fiind de "parfumul" stapanului sau! Mi-e mila de bietul patruped! Apaaaaa, sapuuuun.... extrem de necesare zilele astea!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://izismile.com/video/player2/player2.swf" flashvars="file=http://izismile.com/img/img4/20110611/video/dog.flv&amp;amp;plugins=sharing-2&amp;amp;skin=http://izismile.com/video/player2/skin/kleur.zip&amp;amp;sharing.link=http%3A%2F%2Fizismile.com%2F2011%2F06%2F11%2Fman_smells_so_bad_his_dog_passes_out.html" width="426" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-9047506107991788020?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/9047506107991788020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/caine-lesinat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/9047506107991788020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/9047506107991788020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/caine-lesinat.html' title='Caine lesinat'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-6617929376051375080</id><published>2011-06-11T09:38:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:11:28.121+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casatoria - ep 1: cererea si un pic dupa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if-Cn_wBv6Q/TfMgc9H6-GI/AAAAAAAABbw/ikY2nilKh1Q/s1600/casatorie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if-Cn_wBv6Q/TfMgc9H6-GI/AAAAAAAABbw/ikY2nilKh1Q/s400/casatorie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616868842077354082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;El si cu ea s-au vazut, s-au placut, ce ramane de facut? Sa le spunem, absolut aleatoriu: Gigel si Mioara.  Pai, in cea mai mare majoritate a cazurilor, dupa o anumita perioada (absolut nedeterminabila: variaza de la 2 luni la "n" ani), Gigel se uita la Mioara si-si da seama ca i-ar trebui in permanenta  o menajera/companie/ospatar/sex unlimited/partener de reproducere/doica, asa ca se gandeste sa o angajeze cu norma intreaga! Mioarei ii trebuie si ei unu' langa ea, sa nu o mai bata la cap matusa Frasana: "Si tu cand te mariti draga!?!?!!!!", sa faca si ea un mostenitor imperiului din care provine, sa aiba cine sa-i schimbe becul, sa fie cineva care sa o faca sa se simta "femeie" (adica sa-i dea sa calce/spele/gateasca), unu' care sa-i reproseze ca vorbeste mult, care s-o ignore de cele mai multe ori, unu' care sa o antreneze pentru rolul de mama, prin comportamentul lui de baietel lenes si rasfat, eventual s-o mai si jigneasca din cand in cand.. pentru a o aduce cu picioarele pe pamant! Si se uita la Gigel, si realizeaza ca ar fi un candidat decent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gigel pune mana pe un inel de la magazinul din colt, si dupa ce face dus (moment festiv!) se duce la Mioara si ii zice semi-emotionat si cu un ochi la meci: "Mioaro, e timpul sa ne luam!" (fara genunchi jos, fara alte scenarii romantice). Ea lesina, el ii trage doua palme (ii place senzatia, si isi promite sa repete gestul), Mioara isi revine, plange juma' de ora, vorbeste la telefon doua ore si cauta apoi pe net rochii de mireasa 4 ore. Intre timp, Gigel e fericit ca ea tace si nu-i mai face observatii de genul "spala vasele/du gunoiul/strange-ti hainele", si se poate relaxa in liniste facand ce stie el mai bine, adica nimic.. ori poate iesi la bere cu baietii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Baietii" afla de iminenta casatorie de la Gigel, care le-a comunicat asta pe un ton sec si neutru, si urmeaza 3 ore de bascalie pe seama lui Gigel "&lt;i&gt;ha, ha..  game over coaie&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;si tu frateeeee?&lt;/i&gt;!", "&lt;i&gt;ba, da-i lasat-o gravida&lt;/i&gt;?", &lt;i&gt;"inca unu' care s-a nenorocit!&lt;/i&gt;".. Mioara convoaca si ea reuniune de gasca, pentru a impresiona sufletele sensibile de domnisoare vesele, cu inelul primit. Ea le anunta madra, ca si cum ar fi realizarea vietii.... Fetele se bat pe titlul de don'shoara de onare, si-si promit dusmanie eterna, daca nu primesc ele buchetul! Toata lumea, fara exceptie (si din partea lui Gigel, si din partea Mioarei) incep sa-si faca griji pentru gaura uriasa din buget, ce le va afecta finantele! Care mai de care incepe strategic sa vina cu povesti induiosatoare de genul: "&lt;i&gt;ce greu mi-e in ultima vreme&lt;/i&gt;!!", pentru a-si justifica suma mica lasata la nunta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Inainte de nunta, deh... perioada stresanta, Gigel si Mioara isi mananca ficatii! El se gandeste "&lt;i&gt;Ce biiiiip mi-o fi trebuit mie insuratoare!&lt;/i&gt;", ea boceste si suspina: "&lt;i&gt;Nu-l mai vreau pe boul asta, dar invitatiile sunt date, rochia e luata.. asa ca tre' sa tac si sa suport&lt;/i&gt;!". Ea se ocupa de tot, el tace si ingana un "&lt;i&gt;ihi&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;mda&lt;/i&gt;" sau "&lt;i&gt;nu&lt;/i&gt;". Nu se implica in nimic, nu pare a fi interesat mai e nimic, decat sa fie destul vin si bere la nunta.. sa nu se faca de rusine fata de baieti. Mioara ar vrea si ea ceva romantism din partea lui, o declaratie de iubire.. ceva, dar Gigel se fofileaza.. ca-i barbat, ca nu le are el cu de-astea, ca nu se exprima bine, ca i se par prea siropoase si false! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;La nunta, ea ii cauta emotionata privirea, gandindu-se ca macar in ziua nuntii o fi si el mai atent si "afectat" , dar Gigel indura cu greu zambetele pe care trebuie sa le ofere fotografului, si simte neincetat un sentiment de revolta ori de cate ori pozarul le cere sa stea in pozitii si ipostaze dragastoase sau romantice! Ce?! Sa se expuna el asa lumii? Nici acasa intre 4 ochi nu o face! Lui Gigel ii este mult mai usor sa se concetreze asupra tatelor domnisoarelor de onoare, si chiar a mai vazut vreo doua bunaciuni printre invitate! Mioara vrea sa danseze, ca doar e nunta ei, dar el se rasteste la ea ca-i rupt de oboseala, si se planteaza pe terasa cu cativa prieteni. Nunta se termina, la final Gigel si Mioara se mai pupa o data demonstrativ, cand aduc ospatarii tortul, apoi fug extenuati in pat. De a doua zi.. le incepe cariera glorioasa de sot si sotie! Condoleante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S. Prea cruda realitatea uneori? :)) Mda.. azi am "livrat" versiunea acida, next time.. mai vad eu :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6617929376051375080?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6617929376051375080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/casatoria-ep-1-cererea-si-un-pic-dupa.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6617929376051375080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6617929376051375080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/casatoria-ep-1-cererea-si-un-pic-dupa.html' title='Casatoria - ep 1: cererea si un pic dupa'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-if-Cn_wBv6Q/TfMgc9H6-GI/AAAAAAAABbw/ikY2nilKh1Q/s72-c/casatorie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6107562568184699099</id><published>2011-06-09T20:16:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:46:25.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufletel</title><content type='html'>De cand ma stiu, mi-au placut animalutele de companie, si tare mult mi-as fi dorit sa am in casa un catelus sau o pisica, insa ai mei erau foarte seriosi atunci cand imi spuneau "animalele stau doar la curte, nu au ce cauta in casa!". Asa ca a trebuit sa ma multumesc ocazional cu cate un puisor de gaina, sau de rautusca, acestia fiind niste musafiri popositi temporar in casa noastra, direct de la&lt;i&gt; Tombola animalelor &lt;/i&gt;(care se desfasura la Sala Sporturilor, pentru cine isi mai aminteste... de acum multi ani), in drumul lor spre curtea bunicii.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentative de a aduce ilegal animalute in casa am mai avut, si pentru ca eram micuta si nu stiam de existenta unui &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petshop4you.ro/"&gt;petshop &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;prin oras, fugaream orice sufletel de vrabie pentru a-l aduce, (chipurile pentru recuperare) in casa :)) Nu mi-a mers! Am mai avut si un iepuras de camp, pe nume &lt;i&gt;Iliuţă , &lt;/i&gt;adus de tatal meu de la tara, care a disparut subit din casa, dupa o saptamana si ceva, cu pretextul ca "ii era mai bine in natura!". Ceeeee? Pai si eu ce ma fac fara &lt;i&gt;Iliuţă &lt;/i&gt;al meu? Am facut bine, pentru ca urmatorii co-locatari au fost doi pestisori: Auraş si Bruno, dragalasi dar cam tacuti :P Nu a fost un happy end, pentru ca din cauze necunoscute mie, cei doi au hotarat sa se intoarca cu burtica in sus si sa pluteasca in deriva :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insa cel mai mult mi-as fi dorit un catelus! Am gasit un puiut abandonat prin spatele blocului (semana cu un caine lup), dar nestiind cum sa aduc in acea seara subiectul in discutie, am rugat o prietena buna sa il tina la ea peste noapte, ca a doua zi dimineata sa incerc sa il induplec pe tatal meu. I-am cumparat chiar si niste &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petshop4you.ro/caini-c-48.html"&gt;mancare pentru caini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, sa fiu sigura ca e totul ok. Insa nu a fost! Pentru ca bietul catel a scheunat toata noaptea, spre exasperarea mamei prietenei mele, care pe la 5 dimineata a sunat suparata la mine la usa sa-mi returneze cainele. Normal ca subiectul a fost repede clasat in categoria "scapa de el!", spre marea mea dezamagire. Degeaba i-am explicat ca e un catelus adorabil si cuminte, si ca nici macar puricii nu vor fi o problema, caci eu deja ma interesasem si ii si luasem un plic cu &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petshop4you.ro/merial-m-23.html"&gt;Frontline &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(solutie de tratament impotriva puricilor). Discursul meu nu a avut efectul scontat, asa ca micul patruped a fost trimis in exil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum stiu ca e o responsabilitate destul de mare grija pentru un animal de companie. Asta pentru ca nu imi doresc sa chinui niciun sufletel, asa ca momentan, din ratiuni practice, am pus pe &lt;i&gt;hold &lt;/i&gt;acesta idee, dar asta nu ma opreste sa hranesc mai toti cainii intalniti pe strada :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6107562568184699099?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6107562568184699099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/sufletel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6107562568184699099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6107562568184699099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/sufletel.html' title='Sufletel'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-661378152129489278</id><published>2011-06-08T17:41:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:02:10.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook you vs. real you</title><content type='html'>Nu-i asa ca e dragut cat de &lt;i&gt;cool &lt;/i&gt;si de simpatici sunt toti oamenii pe Facebook?! Care mai de care posteaza citate memorabile, de ramai cu ideea ca cel ce le-a pus e cu adevarat un spirit elevat; apoi mai apare la profilul altcuiva vreo poza mai "dark", "ciudatica" sau asa.. mai "interesanta" si hopa, deja tipa aia e o neinteleasa de fapt, spirit rebel dom'le care isi asteapta exorcistul pe Facebook, sau isi plange complexitatea sentimentelor online! As mai da exemple, dar poate asta ar insemna sa supar destul de multa lume de prin lista mea de "prieteni" de pe facebook!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana la urma, fiecare cu ale lui, dar mi se pare jenant (cel putin) sa lasi impresia (chiar si pe Facebook) a unei atitudini care nu te caracterizeaza, sau care e departeeee de tine, in viata de zi cu zi! Asta e si motivul pentru care mi se pare ridicol ca o fata sa-si ia extra-mega sutien cu push-up, prietenul ei sa fie cu ochii cat cepele cand e vorba de a privi in zona decolteului ei, iar cand lucrurile se incing, si sutienul cade (fara sa mai lase loc imaginatiei), bietul baiat sa fie bulversat de brusca scadere "de nivel" si sa vada (dupa caz) fie doua chestii care atarna dizgratios (pentru cele cu sani mari si lasati), fie doua chestii mici-mici, care, vorba aceea, daca le dai cu crema, trec :)) In fine, nu stiu cat de ok e exemplu, ideea cred ca e inteleasa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca, sa vedem un pic cam cum ar arata diferentele intre imaginea creata pe Facebook, si realitate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb3GEL78bTE/Te-NgglLDaI/AAAAAAAABbo/7_QDovwhIZU/s1600/99.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gb3GEL78bTE/Te-NgglLDaI/AAAAAAAABbo/7_QDovwhIZU/s400/99.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862849995476386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTiRIDCtP3Q/Te-NgU8prxI/AAAAAAAABbg/rZUizGloVDg/s1600/88.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTiRIDCtP3Q/Te-NgU8prxI/AAAAAAAABbg/rZUizGloVDg/s400/88.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862846872727314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCoqT1lADJ0/Te-Nf7pLTJI/AAAAAAAABbY/EyppTrocc80/s1600/77.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RCoqT1lADJ0/Te-Nf7pLTJI/AAAAAAAABbY/EyppTrocc80/s400/77.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862840080157842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QW68MEY58f8/Te-NfunSnyI/AAAAAAAABbQ/HjoXu6gNIg0/s1600/66.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QW68MEY58f8/Te-NfunSnyI/AAAAAAAABbQ/HjoXu6gNIg0/s400/66.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862836582588194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBwhSbkd_3U/Te-NVpS6ebI/AAAAAAAABbI/2JgV5n7Km_g/s1600/55.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RBwhSbkd_3U/Te-NVpS6ebI/AAAAAAAABbI/2JgV5n7Km_g/s400/55.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862663356250546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JteQgJTugPo/Te-NVGN5g2I/AAAAAAAABbA/9UuFyRY0kvU/s1600/44.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-Q_i4l2ipM/Te-NJLiOljI/AAAAAAAABaY/PWA81sVfe6E/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862449208989234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niwKXmtS4Mw/Te-NI0kminI/AAAAAAAABaQ/_aEj29LLTZE/s1600/12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niwKXmtS4Mw/Te-NI0kminI/AAAAAAAABaQ/_aEj29LLTZE/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862443044932210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74MtY9-EJRI/Te-NIoudYXI/AAAAAAAABaI/oZenGfdk8fM/s1600/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-74MtY9-EJRI/Te-NIoudYXI/AAAAAAAABaI/oZenGfdk8fM/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615862439865049458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLKtCy0QVbY/Te-NIWWtFAI/AAAAAAAABaA/g5hT08o9cDM/s1600/10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPxaywRrmVU/Tezo_4VuMTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/2Y1O7ipfmLs/s400/math%2Blab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615119019577061682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Chetă pentru Boc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Blocaj pe DN1. Soferii incep sa se agite sa afle care e problema. Din fata la un moment dat se apropie un domn trecand de la masina la masina.&lt;br /&gt;- In fata sunt niste teroristi care l-au prins pe Emil Boc si cer 1 milion euro sa-l elibereze, altfel ii dau foc. Asa ca facem o cheta!&lt;br /&gt;- Si cat ati strans pana acum?&lt;br /&gt;-10 litri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Ce mâncăm diseară?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Un roman, un american si un englez s-au pierdut in Alaska si cum numai aveau nimic de mancare au inceput sa manance din fiecare cate ceva. La micul dejun americanul a fost primul. Si-a taiat o gamba si a zis:&lt;br /&gt;- Acum mancam pulpa.&lt;br /&gt;La cina a fost randul englezului. Si-a taiat halca din spate si a zis:&lt;br /&gt;- Acum avem costita de mancare.&lt;br /&gt;Pe la 11 noaptea a venit randul romanului. Si-a desfacut pantalonii si americanul si englezul au exclamat:&lt;br /&gt;- Ce bine! Mancam carnacior!&lt;br /&gt;La care romanul zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Mancati carnacior pe naiba! Beti un ceiutz cald si la culcare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cel mai eficient regim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MIC DEJUN: 3 felii de paine cu unt integral si marmelada. Doua oua omleta cu bacon, 1 pahar de lapte, 1 pahar suc de fructe si o ceasca de cafea. Apoi 45 de minute echitatie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;PRANZ: 2 portii din orice mancare, la alegere, salata cu mult ulei, cartofi prajiti, 2 felii de tort cu ciocolata si cola sau bere. Apoi o ora si jumatate de echitatie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;GUSTARE: inghetata (4 cupe), 2 prajituri insiropate, ½ kg capsuni. Apoi 45 minute echitatie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;CINA: 2 pizza cu de toate si extra topping cu branza, plus 1 litru de cola. Apoi 2 ore echitatie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Acest regim are rezultate spectaculoase! In 20 de zile calul va slabi cel putin 15 kg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Georgia; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.fhm.ro/categorii/news/banca-de-bancuri"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2101653828231014052?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2101653828231014052/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-some-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2101653828231014052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2101653828231014052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-need-some-fun.html' title='I need some fun!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPxaywRrmVU/Tezo_4VuMTI/AAAAAAAABZ4/2Y1O7ipfmLs/s72-c/math%2Blab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2580491888254422773</id><published>2011-06-05T13:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:50:22.293+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi linistita de duminica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF0tXPVmEPg/TetdYl3IXcI/AAAAAAAABZw/l66bBcf7z1s/s1600/daily_picdump_707_640_12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF0tXPVmEPg/TetdYl3IXcI/AAAAAAAABZw/l66bBcf7z1s/s400/daily_picdump_707_640_12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614684037509045698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linistita o fi, dar e totodata si foarte calduroasa! Am chef de o plimbare prin &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parcul_Copou"&gt;Copou&lt;/a&gt;, sa fur o inghetata de la un nene cu toneta si sa ma asez pe o bancuta! Apoi sa ma plimb pe la umbra si racoare, si sa fie liniste... fara zgomot de santier, fara zgomot de masini!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In noaptea asta topai la o nunta, prima pe anul asta! E atat de "fain" cum reusesti sa iti dai tot salariul pe cateva ore petrecute la  o nunta! Si atat de misto cum apoi nu mai ai bani de concediu si trebuie sa te amagesti ca e bun si la tara, aer curat.. turism "eco"..alea-alea.. Si balta murdara de la marginea orasului, sau bazinul de la strand sunt la fel de ude ca si marea, nu?! Mda.. pentru miri e un moment unic, si se asteapta sa-l onorezi cu prezenta. Nu e treaba lor faptul ca tu mai ai inca vreo 2, plus botez.. In fine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In concluzie, trebuie sa imi iau rochia rosie mulata :D sa imi coafez parul si sa execut o mini sedinta de machiaj. Uff.. mai am si manichiura, pedichiura.. Ideea era ca eu, ieri, credeam ca e sambata nunta, dar din fericire am sunat mama miresei si mi-a spus ca e duminica (eu uitasem!). Cam nasol cu servicul maine dimineata, dar imi promit un somnic delicios dupa-amiaza, cand ajung acasa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptopul -&amp;gt; off,  ca eu zbor o ora in Copou, la inghetata mea cu vanilie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2580491888254422773?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2580491888254422773/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/zi-linistita-de-duminica.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2580491888254422773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2580491888254422773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/zi-linistita-de-duminica.html' title='Zi linistita de duminica'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JF0tXPVmEPg/TetdYl3IXcI/AAAAAAAABZw/l66bBcf7z1s/s72-c/daily_picdump_707_640_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8486160290509086263</id><published>2011-06-04T00:00:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:40:25.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotbalul din perspectiva feminina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THx0WzPYoOE/TelX-QChG0I/AAAAAAAABZo/MKPa4gk_Qro/s1600/women_football.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THx0WzPYoOE/TelX-QChG0I/AAAAAAAABZo/MKPa4gk_Qro/s400/women_football.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614115137463065410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adica neautorizata, recunosc din prima! Asta ca sa nu arunce dragutii mei cititori de sex masculin cu fumigene in mine! :)) S-au derulat in ultima vreme destule meciuri importante: finala nu stiu care (si aici un murmur de groaza din partea barbatilor, care imi striga apoi nervosi in cor: "BLASFEMIE!!! Nu stiai ca a fost finala Champions League?!?") si de curiozitate, am aterizat si eu in fata ecranului pentru a urmari meciurile. Pe langa faptul ca uneori (de cele mai multe ori!) chiar era interesant ce se intampla pe-acolo, eu ma mai gandeam si la cateva detalii:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reluarile &lt;/b&gt;- sunt un adevarat deliciu! Ai sansa sa vezi din "sapte" unghiuri diferite, din nou si.. din nou, aceeasi faza. Meciul continua, poate altceva interesant se mai intampla acolo, cu toate astea, puterea suprema in stat (adica TV-ul), doreste sa se asigure ca pe retina ni s-a intiparit bine, da' bineee... orice faza mai importanta, sau controversata! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow motion&lt;/b&gt; - priceless :)) Mai ales cand ii suceste unuia piciorul de ti se face tie pielea de gaina! Poti sa studiezi in amanunt simfonia de grimase de pe moaca bietului chinuit! Ii vezi fiecare suvita de par cum se zbate intre cadrele prezentate cu incetinitorul, si cum ceilalti fotbalisti din planul secund, se uita cu ingrijorare la coechipierul lor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teatrul &lt;/b&gt;- asta tot apropo de accidentari. Zici ca-s floricele, panselute chiar! Se ating incetisor intre ei, si cel "atacat" (in traducere libera: abia atins) face trei piruete in aer, pentru care orice gimnast de performanta s-ar ingalbeni de ciuda! Apoi cade dramatic la sol, strange din dinti, se ghemuieste in pozitie fetala, face spume.. spasme (e optional, in functie de talentul fiecaruia) in asa hal, ca ai lui colegi deja murmura in gand "Vesnica pomenire!". "&lt;i&gt;And the Oscar goes to..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golurile &lt;/b&gt;- aici e momentul ala in care comentatorul ramane fara saliva si fara aer, iar fotbalistii plonjeaza gratios pe gazon, pe burta sau in genunchi (dupa dexteritatea fiecaruia). Mai sunt aia care alearga ca o gaina decapitata, dar apoi sunt localizati de catre colegii care incearca sistematic sa il escaladeze. Dirty mind, recunosc, dar cand ii vad pe aia ca se urca unul pe altul, cum se pupa, se imbratiseaza puternic, gandul ma duce.... Asaaa, sa revenim :D Varianta numarul doi se potriveste jucatorilor cu suflet gingas si inundat de sentimente roz, care murmura spre camera un "te iubesc", sau gesticuleaza ceva care te duce cu gandul tot pe-acolo (dedicatie pentru mama, sotie, amanta nr.1, amanta nr.2, amanta nr.3 .... dupa caz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spectatorii &lt;/b&gt;- aia din tribune cu coreografie imi plac! Aia care se bat imi plac si mai mult :)) Faza faina e ca mai surprind operatorii cadre cu reactiile lor la goluri/ratari. Sunt reactii pure, instinctive, interesante de urmarit! Spectatorii din fata televizorului, sunt ca niste copii dominati de Maria Sa &lt;i&gt;Meciul&lt;/i&gt;! Ei sunt mai relaxati, caci se pot baza si la greu (ratari), si la bine (goluri), pe o prietena buna si nelipsita: &lt;i&gt;berea (&lt;/i&gt;de fapt, in cazul asta, se foloseste mereu pluralul: berileeee&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pase &lt;/b&gt;- am vazut cateva meciuri frumoase, la care pasele intre jucatori semanau cu un vals organizat si cursiv! Fain! Si daca se si finalizeaza cu un gol, cu atat mai bine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cartonasele &lt;/b&gt;- mereu starnesc polemici, revolta si in final resemnare! Eu sunt dezamagita cand e galben.. doar atat!? Imi place hotararea de pe fata antrenorului, si gestul lui dramatic, cu bucata aia colorata de carton, fluturata in aer (parca-i arma suprema)! Eu vreau si mov, verzi, portocalii si albastre! Ce-i cu discriminarea asta?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antrenorii &lt;/b&gt;- cei mai haiosi! Se agita, tipa, trantesc, se invart.. totul pe &lt;i&gt;mute (&lt;/i&gt;asa se vede la TV&lt;i&gt;)! &lt;/i&gt;Omuleti neputinciosi la costum, a caror postura nu o invidiez deloc. Trebuie sa fie extrem de frustrant sa te agiti pe margine, in timp ce echipa ta o lalaie in teren. Cred ca li se deruleaza in minte, cu viteza luminii cam urmatoarele chestii: planuri, scheme, prime, discursuri, pedepse, justificari, demisie...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comentatorii &lt;/b&gt;- mie imi place cand povestesc despre fotbalisti la modul: cu cine mai e combinat, cate divorturi are, copii din flori etc..  Deh.. curiozitati de fata simpla! Plus povestile dramatice gen: "a avut trei fracturi de coloana, in patru locuri diferite si totusi a revenit spectaculos pe teren, direct de pe masa de operatie!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reclamele &lt;/b&gt;- alea de pe marginea terenului, ma cam deruta! Se rotesc se schimba, incerc sa identific produsul promovat, judec fontul, culorile si relevanta! Treaba, nu gluma :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fumigene &lt;/b&gt;- cu cat mai multe, cu atat mai bine, si colorate.. pentru efecte speciale :)) Sau un fan care alearga dezlegat/dezbracat prin teren. Orice provoaca haos este egal pentru mine cu ceva interesant, si numai bun de urmarit cu popcornul in brate!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gazonul &lt;/b&gt;(de pe stadioanele mari)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;- imi place verdele! As face un gratar pe gazonul ala, si m-as aseza cu o paturica la soare :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8486160290509086263?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8486160290509086263/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/fotbal-din-perspectiva-feminina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8486160290509086263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8486160290509086263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/fotbal-din-perspectiva-feminina.html' title='Fotbalul din perspectiva feminina'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-THx0WzPYoOE/TelX-QChG0I/AAAAAAAABZo/MKPa4gk_Qro/s72-c/women_football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3213401050365254101</id><published>2011-06-01T19:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:08:39.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De Ziua Copiilor</title><content type='html'>Bla bla bla... copilul din mine.. bla bla bla.. sufletul inocent.. bla bla bla... mereu sa ramanem copii... etc  Ceva in genul asta trebuia sa fie textul meu, nu? Eh.. dezamagire! Nu e asa! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faza e ca mie imi place sa sarbatoresc! Cam orice, daca e ceva pozitiv, de ce nu? Asa ca zambesc dragut, si imi pun in minte azi o vizita la cofetarie (ca un copilas pofticios), si/sau un film (animatie) mai pe seara. Dar mai mult ma bucura cadouasele pe care le-am luat nepoteilor mei! Ei cu adevarat sunt copii, ei cu adevarat sunt inocenti, frumosi si ei cu adevarat sunt niste minuni! Noi.. putem doar sa mai avem momente de acest gen, asta daca suntem norocosi, daca ne-am pastrat sufletul cat de cat curat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cum e bine sa ne mai amintim ce copii draguti eram, va arat si voua doua poze de-ale mele "din tinerete" :) Pozele sunt de cand aveam 1 an, resprectiv vreo 7-8..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HnnST6eYSfw/TeZxjUqAkdI/AAAAAAAABZc/Pw293U2A1Kw/s1600/eu%2Bmica.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HnnST6eYSfw/TeZxjUqAkdI/AAAAAAAABZc/Pw293U2A1Kw/s400/eu%2Bmica.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613298837218169298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zE6o2Brm8Gw/TeZxjGFX-RI/AAAAAAAABZU/xAP0m8bjSxE/s1600/eu%2Bla%2B7%2Bani.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zE6o2Brm8Gw/TeZxjGFX-RI/AAAAAAAABZU/xAP0m8bjSxE/s400/eu%2Bla%2B7%2Bani.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613298833306417426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3213401050365254101?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3213401050365254101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-ziua-copiilor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3213401050365254101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3213401050365254101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-ziua-copiilor.html' title='De Ziua Copiilor'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HnnST6eYSfw/TeZxjUqAkdI/AAAAAAAABZc/Pw293U2A1Kw/s72-c/eu%2Bmica.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2251385438117336641</id><published>2011-05-30T20:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:21:21.910+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi amintesc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKWaqKZwa6A/TePYpC8DOpI/AAAAAAAABZM/oiUQeixElxQ/s1600/daily_picdump_684_640_10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKWaqKZwa6A/TePYpC8DOpI/AAAAAAAABZM/oiUQeixElxQ/s400/daily_picdump_684_640_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612567760308746898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu o sa devin lacrimogena, sa ma lamentez ca in vremurile copilariei mele, tancii jucau ata si sapte pietre in fata blocului, iar acum e de-a dreptul pustiu! Nu o sa spun cat de bau-bau e Facebook-ul si cum sunem cu totii un mare bors de oameni "sociabili", dar singurei in casa! O sa imi vad lungul nasului si o sa vorbesc de mine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi amintesc cum era sa ma trezesc dimineata, fara ca deschiderea laptopului sa fie unul dintre gesturile cuprinse in primele 5 minute aflate la inceputul zilei! Cum ajungeam sa ma plictisesc la un moment dat, si asta sa imi dea ragazul de a mai da un telefon unui cunoscut, de a iesi prin oras, sau intr-o vizita. Cum nu imi adunam informatiile din site-uri care mai de care mai "oficiale", ci din cartile care asteptau cuminti in biblioteca! Cum reuseam sa mai vad si ce anume ar mai trebui facut prin casa, in timp util, nu in pauza unui serial/film, asa cum fac acum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum timpul petrecut in casa il dedic aproape exclusiv acestui ecran mititel, atasat de o tastatura argintie. Nu are catuse, nu ma tine cu lanturi, dar reuseste sa ma tina langa el, fidela si mereu interesata, intr-o maniera in care orice barbat ar fi invidios si curios sa-i afle secretul! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenii, cartile, orasul.. tot cam pe-acolo se afla, dar greu le mai ajunge randul, cand alte metode ne stau la dispozitie. Mereu sunt prinsa ba cu ce mai posteaza lumea pe Facebook, ba cu nu stiu ce informatii de pe siteul "x", cu o discutie pe mess sau cu un serial/film captivant!  Observ mai greu vasele nespalate, hainele nearanjate, praful.. etc Nu mai am sansa sa ma plictisesc si sa realizez ce alte lucruri as mai putea face.. o carte, o plimbare, o masca hidratanta :)) Asa-s eu, sedusa si abandonata pe coclaurile internetului! Dar stiti ce? Pun pariu ca si voi faceti cam la fel, sau macar ati avut o perioada de genul asta! Bine, nici sa nu va ganditi ca-s cu ochii bulbucati non stop in laptop si nu mai fac nimic, dar poate nu am gasit inca un echilibru si masura care stiu ca mi-ar face mult mai bine! Poate nici tu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2251385438117336641?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2251385438117336641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/imi-amintesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2251385438117336641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2251385438117336641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/imi-amintesc.html' title='Imi amintesc..'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-GKWaqKZwa6A/TePYpC8DOpI/AAAAAAAABZM/oiUQeixElxQ/s72-c/daily_picdump_684_640_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-4442302803481523932</id><published>2011-05-29T15:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T15:21:03.444+03:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Silent - always better, always required!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yU_aIersPQ/TeI45zq-VNI/AAAAAAAABZE/tBtYzGb4IgY/s1600/Camp4equal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yU_aIersPQ/TeI45zq-VNI/AAAAAAAABZE/tBtYzGb4IgY/s400/Camp4equal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612110651431212242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-4442302803481523932?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/4442302803481523932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/x.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4442302803481523932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4442302803481523932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yU_aIersPQ/TeI45zq-VNI/AAAAAAAABZE/tBtYzGb4IgY/s72-c/Camp4equal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2711991175674895119</id><published>2011-05-28T20:36:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:52:10.607+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermodele fara machiaj</title><content type='html'>Micul meu moment de rautate feminina :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvGdddxvsdM/TeE0kBvx9CI/AAAAAAAABY0/QOfk1E8KNiE/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824404229125154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvGdddxvsdM/TeE0kBvx9CI/AAAAAAAABY0/QOfk1E8KNiE/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXxrVFhkjs8/TeE0gLLiESI/AAAAAAAABYs/ltAsiS3VmZc/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824338041966882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXxrVFhkjs8/TeE0gLLiESI/AAAAAAAABYs/ltAsiS3VmZc/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L5xKSnAVeDY/TeE0f_FAL1I/AAAAAAAABYk/nUk7RLR31dY/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824334793355090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L5xKSnAVeDY/TeE0f_FAL1I/AAAAAAAABYk/nUk7RLR31dY/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LPq7_XpXag/TeE0fnOIvGI/AAAAAAAABYc/6aGsOrtU85k/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824328389213282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LPq7_XpXag/TeE0fnOIvGI/AAAAAAAABYc/6aGsOrtU85k/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rSJcj-TtWI/TeE0ftVt8XI/AAAAAAAABYU/Om_E0l_L97o/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824330031624562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rSJcj-TtWI/TeE0ftVt8XI/AAAAAAAABYU/Om_E0l_L97o/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jEIyNS8tjI/TeE0feXDvfI/AAAAAAAABYM/p2DHgit2nxI/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824326010715634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jEIyNS8tjI/TeE0feXDvfI/AAAAAAAABYM/p2DHgit2nxI/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5JnqLvd07M/TeE0XN1RTXI/AAAAAAAABYE/auZV9Gxf-6M/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824184135077234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S5JnqLvd07M/TeE0XN1RTXI/AAAAAAAABYE/auZV9Gxf-6M/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxG7vYnMJQY/TeE0XC-MuXI/AAAAAAAABX8/tvl8oa4Xs4Q/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824181219735922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxG7vYnMJQY/TeE0XC-MuXI/AAAAAAAABX8/tvl8oa4Xs4Q/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824176277119986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ny46ki7Ev4/TeE0WwjyY_I/AAAAAAAABX0/of6uL_DHCEY/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTGA8TUyu3s/TeE0Wrdai6I/AAAAAAAABXs/lgDbfKQ8Bkk/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824174908214178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTGA8TUyu3s/TeE0Wrdai6I/AAAAAAAABXs/lgDbfKQ8Bkk/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVBZ1K8Ly3I/TeE0WmvZwYI/AAAAAAAABXk/vY1Yz6um4Ok/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611824173641482626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVBZ1K8Ly3I/TeE0WmvZwYI/AAAAAAAABXk/vY1Yz6um4Ok/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[&lt;a href="http://izismile.com/2011/05/27/supermodels_without_makeup_11_pics.html"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2711991175674895119?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2711991175674895119/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/supermodele-fara-machiaj.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2711991175674895119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2711991175674895119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/supermodele-fara-machiaj.html' title='Supermodele fara machiaj'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-kvGdddxvsdM/TeE0kBvx9CI/AAAAAAAABY0/QOfk1E8KNiE/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8568389821689111169</id><published>2011-05-26T15:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:39:07.925+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum scriu eu pe blog?</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Frumos si pufos&lt;/em&gt;".. asa mi s-a spus! Eu mai am tentative de ironie, de mici rautati.. ma mai apuca nervii, supararile, tristetea.. si se mai reflecta si asupra a ceea ce se afla in acest blog. Eu cel putin asa credeam, dar totusi mi se spune ca scriu "&lt;em&gt;pufos&lt;/em&gt;"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi ce parere aveti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8568389821689111169?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8568389821689111169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/cum-scriu-eu-pe-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8568389821689111169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8568389821689111169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/cum-scriu-eu-pe-blog.html' title='Cum scriu eu pe blog?'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3749553696119817623</id><published>2011-05-25T17:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:29:14.599+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AJRooa7N2s/Td0uAWddmmI/AAAAAAAABXc/SUcWdR0xRJk/s1600/31148_126101800748450_100000458920111_229002_7082725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610691294337538658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AJRooa7N2s/Td0uAWddmmI/AAAAAAAABXc/SUcWdR0xRJk/s400/31148_126101800748450_100000458920111_229002_7082725_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3749553696119817623?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3749553696119817623/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/miracole.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3749553696119817623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3749553696119817623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/miracole.html' title='Miracole'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AJRooa7N2s/Td0uAWddmmI/AAAAAAAABXc/SUcWdR0xRJk/s72-c/31148_126101800748450_100000458920111_229002_7082725_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1572538081303822217</id><published>2011-05-23T17:17:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:19:21.667+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitzi se pozeaza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ewEVv9c3vk/Tdqrz0ZUqII/AAAAAAAABXU/WECAQ8coYW8/s1600/pitzi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ewEVv9c3vk/Tdqrz0ZUqII/AAAAAAAABXU/WECAQ8coYW8/s400/pitzi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609985192569907330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deja încep gagicile să se pună pe prăjit, ca în scurt timp să producă pe bandă rulantă poze cu moace extra-arămii, cu botul roz şi părul oxigenat! De fapt, sunt două categorii: ciorile (mă refer strict la culoarea părului) cu plete negre şi cu nişte feţe de Alba ca Zăpada sugrumată şi oxigenatele, cu galbenul extrem, aplicat pe părul ars şi deteriorat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Acum a mai apărut încă o categorie, roşcatele "cool" care-şi trântesc un roşu sălbatic pe podoaba capilară, fără să verifice mai apoi în oglindă dacă pot ieşi aşa din casă, sau au faţă de papagal turbat! Şi când e vorba de ales tunsoarea, fetele noastre vor să fie trendy, aşa că-şi ciopârţesc asimetric pletele, se încruntă un pic şi deja îşi însuşesc un aer de gagici rebele şi neînţelese. De neînţeles e cum de nu izbucnesc în râs/plâns de fiecare dată când dau cu ochii de o oglindă!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; După ce şi-au ajustat în asemenea hal look-ul, domnişoarele se pun pe pozat, să aibă mai apoi "material" pentru hi5, avatar de mess sau facebook. Nimic rău in asta, doar că m-am săturat de vizualizat poze cu feţe suav zâmbind cu capul răsturnat într-o parte (nu mă refer de o poză, doua, trei.. ci la albume întregi cu gâtul sucit), poze prin băile cluburilor (cu chiuveta la loc de cinste) sau poze cu botul ţuguiat, în încercarea eşuată de a poza în tipă sexy (not!). Dar la urma urmei, şi cocalarii trebuie să-şi găsescă sufletul pereche în viaţa asta, nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; P.S. Apropo de pozele de pe facebook, eu nu înţeleg comentariile de genul "frumoşilor/frumoaso/sunteţi din ce în ce mai frumoşi!" etc date unor poze în care protagoniştii arată de parcă ar fi culeşi de la "before", din cadrul rubricii "before &amp;amp; after"!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1572538081303822217?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1572538081303822217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/pitzi-se-pozeaza.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1572538081303822217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1572538081303822217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/pitzi-se-pozeaza.html' title='Pitzi se pozeaza!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ewEVv9c3vk/Tdqrz0ZUqII/AAAAAAAABXU/WECAQ8coYW8/s72-c/pitzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-4054775045258352639</id><published>2011-05-22T10:32:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:51:46.392+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cele mai reusite virale de pe internet</title><content type='html'>Cum sa-ti incepi dimineata cu un mix frumos de stari: de la lacrimi si ras, pana la crispatul "auuuuchhh!" si emotionatul "awwwwwww!"? Foarte simplu, da un play clipurilor de mai jos, si se rezolva! Nu garantez aceleasi reactii, dar acestea sunt (se pare) cele mai reusite virale care circula in ultima vreme pe net.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;Un american hotărăşte să o impresioneze pe prietena sa cu o cerere în căsătorie care să întreacă orice &lt;span style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 209, 254); cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; "&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; similar din filmele romantice. Urmăriţi reacţia tinerei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pnVAE91E7kM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;Cum e să mergi cu &lt;span style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 209, 254); "&gt;bicicleta&lt;/span&gt; prin aeroport. Patru bărbaţi au găsit o soluţie originală.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EUEcaAc6LC8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;Efectul acidulant al unei pastile mentolate scufundate într-o sticlă de băutură carbogazoasă a fost testat de nenumărate ori, însă întâmplarea prin care au trecut autorii următorului viral este memorabilă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LiORvK-v3ys" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;Protagonistul filmării încearcă să impresioneze printr-o cascadorie grea, însă ceea ce îi reuşeşte este greu de privit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UdDO7xa5NhM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; cursor: auto; text-decoration: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Un &lt;span style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 209, 254); "&gt;nou&lt;/span&gt; videoclip în care un băieţel şi o fetiţă bat palma după ce se sărută pe buze face furori pe YouTube. Clipul îi arată pe Elliot, în vârstă de cinci ani, şi pe Bowie, vecina lui în vârstă de şase ani, dându-şi un pupic în parc, scrie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/8506451/First-kiss-video-becomes-internet-hit.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;The Telegraph&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; cursor: auto; text-decoration: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; " &gt;După ce îşi dau primul sărut, băieţelul devine foarte fericit şi începe să se bucure zgomotos: "Ne-am sărutat pe buze! Claire, ghici ce? Eu şi cu ea ne-am sărutat pe buze", începe să strige Elliot. Deşi mama unuia dintre copii le spune să nu mai repete pupicul, cei doi mai încearcă o dată. Înregistrarea a fost postată pe YouTube pe 4 mai şi a ajuns în 8 zile la 7.3 milioane de vizualizări. Comentariile utilizatorilor care au văzut clipul variază de la " e cel mai drăguţ clip pe care l-am văzut" până la "chiar e greşit să facă aşa ceva şi să postezi pe &lt;span style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(192, 209, 254); cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; "&gt;net&lt;/span&gt; aşa ceva".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; float: none; cursor: auto; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEN-kHe5o_Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.gandul.info/magazin/vezi-aici-cele-mai-reusite-virale-de-pe-internet-video-8275975"&gt;SURSA&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-4054775045258352639?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/4054775045258352639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/cele-mai-reusite-virale-de-pe-internet.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4054775045258352639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4054775045258352639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/cele-mai-reusite-virale-de-pe-internet.html' title='Cele mai reusite virale de pe internet'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/pnVAE91E7kM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2022427867306670825</id><published>2011-05-21T21:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:17:38.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs woman</title><content type='html'>A fost si ziua mea de nume, cam trecuta cu vederea de multi (pentru ca putini imi stiu al doilea prenume), dar observata de cei care conteaza :)  Si cum mi-era dor sa mai pun ceva pe blog, am gasit un mic filmulet despre stereotipurile ce caracterizeaza femeile si barbatii. Din nou se bate moneda pe aceleasi "trasaturi", dar e funny. Si cum e weekend, funny si lejer e tot ce ne trebuie!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P1ferw30pUo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. "&lt;i&gt;La multi ani!&lt;/i&gt;" celor care isi sarbatoresc pe 21 mai ziua de nume!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2022427867306670825?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2022427867306670825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/fost-si-ziua-mea-de-nume-cam-trecuta-cu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2022427867306670825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2022427867306670825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/fost-si-ziua-mea-de-nume-cam-trecuta-cu.html' title='Man vs woman'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/P1ferw30pUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8837036021643711102</id><published>2011-05-20T18:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T19:29:13.890+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportul in comun, un microunivers fascinant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zNXd0et924/TdaV6l3ZokI/AAAAAAAABXE/PI85sZUEwoc/s1600/rffrr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zNXd0et924/TdaV6l3ZokI/AAAAAAAABXE/PI85sZUEwoc/s400/rffrr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608835219765961282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine vara, bine-mi pare... transpiratie prin tramvaie.. cahhh! Odiseea transportului in comun e o nesfarsita sursa de inspiratie pentru multi cetateni care utilizeaza mijloacele comune de mutat indivizii dintr-un loc al orasului in altul! Si apropo de transpiratia ce ne va parfuma autobuzele si tramvaiele in acest anotimp calduros, se pare ca RATB va face si un concurs pe aceasta tema: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesnewroman.ro/life-death/4600-ratb-organizeaza-concurs-de-tricouri-ude-de-la-transpiratie"&gt;"Concursul de tricouri ude de transpiratie"&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Cred ca va fi de un real succes! :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si acum sa va povestesc niste intamplari "haioase" (zic asa ca sa dea bine), ce mi-au "inseninat" minutele petrecute in compania mai multor ieseni, inghesuita intr-un maxi-taxi/autobuz! Prima e cu suspans si aventura.. si s-a petrecut la bordul unui maxi-taxi ce rula cu viteza intr-un cartier agitat. Abia am apucat sa-mi compostez regulamentar biletul, ca a si trebuit sa ma infasor zdravan de bara masinii, caci soferul a facut un mini-viraj ametitor, acompaniat de o frana spectaculoasa. Acesta a bajbait in lateralul scaunului, a scos o ranga de fier si a coborat entuziasmat din masina. In apropiere se afla si un tramvai oprit in statie, in care soferul maxi-taxi-ului a plonjat, impartind cu darnicie lovituri de ranga, unor baieti (doi la numar), care se pare ca il impresionasera in mod negativ cu ceva timp in urma! Toate astea se intamplau in timp ce noi, calatorii din masina lui, stateam cu ochii cat cepele si cu o vaga moaca stupefiata! A revenit plin de naduf, bodoganind vrute si nevrute, conducand dintr-o statie in alta intr-un mod in care politistii cu siguranta nu recomanda! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A doua e mai pasnica, insa m-a lasat putintel confuza. Sa va explic! Tot intr-un maxi-taxi ma aflam, soferul parea normal, doar ca la un moment dat, animat fiind de viteza crescanda cu care rula pe strazi, a inceput sa schimbe constant vitezele, facand un gest larg cu mana, ca si cum ar fi dirijat orchestra nationala de stat. O miscare ampla care pornea avand mana pozitionata pe schimbator, ca mai apoi sa descrie un S imens in aer, de jos in sus. Toti din masina se hilizeau, insa soferul nestingherit era in lumea lui. Confuzia vine din faptul ca nu am pricept daca omul facea asa de nervi (trafic aglomerat), sau fredona in minte cine stie ce arie celebra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar ultima, si cea mai draguta s-a petrecut azi, intr-un autobuz plin de omuleti. Urcand in autobuz exact cand acesta isi incepea traseul, ma plantasem relaxata pe un scaun confortabil. Cateva statii mai incolo, imi mut privirea de la peisajul urban si vad aproape de mine un batranel simpatic, inalt si uscativ, cu muuulti ani in buletin. Imbracat decent, cu o geanta agatata de umar, batranelul parea ferm pe pozitie, proptit bine in picioare, insa constiinta mi-a facut vant de pe scaun, si l-am invitat zambitoare sa ia loc. Ce credeti ca mi-a raspuns?! "&lt;i&gt;Nu, multumesc! Ia tu loc!". &lt;/i&gt;M-am uitat un pic anapoda la el, ca ma ridicasem degeaba, dar dupa cateva secunde, imi zambeste si imi spune &lt;i&gt;"Eu sunt cavaler!" &lt;/i&gt;Eiii... ce spuneti?! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8837036021643711102?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8837036021643711102/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/transportul-in-comun-un-microunivers.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8837036021643711102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8837036021643711102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/transportul-in-comun-un-microunivers.html' title='Transportul in comun, un microunivers fascinant!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8zNXd0et924/TdaV6l3ZokI/AAAAAAAABXE/PI85sZUEwoc/s72-c/rffrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-357457523402748877</id><published>2011-05-19T21:05:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:15:33.388+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata degetelelor</title><content type='html'>Am o presimtire ca daca as comenta ceva despre degete, ar suna cam aiurea.. spre obscen :)) asa ca ma limitez doar in a pune cateva poze haioase:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9i32WhdlM6o/TdVdgIORdhI/AAAAAAAABW8/zGWRxzcnJe4/s1600/21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9i32WhdlM6o/TdVdgIORdhI/AAAAAAAABW8/zGWRxzcnJe4/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608491717504366098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsEyHfjm4dI/TdVdI7bhhnI/AAAAAAAABW0/6HNUsSsw8pk/s1600/20.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsEyHfjm4dI/TdVdI7bhhnI/AAAAAAAABW0/6HNUsSsw8pk/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608491318933292658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KecjxnGJXVo/TdVdImrydCI/AAAAAAAABWs/ifo1dazvHno/s1600/19.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXzrEpV9lGg/TdVdIEsNV3I/AAAAAAAABWU/HKWNE-6yq1A/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608491304239322994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hacLDEBwjU4/TdVc_THLIgI/AAAAAAAABWM/R6Z9PCCx9zA/s1600/15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hacLDEBwjU4/TdVc_THLIgI/AAAAAAAABWM/R6Z9PCCx9zA/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608491153491698178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoNyAf--tT0/TdVc_KOkkJI/AAAAAAAABWE/nP4uPxEuuLM/s1600/14.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-owJA1ddFxIg/TdVcr6vlKXI/AAAAAAAABU0/2JK7ZgvsCkU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490820532775282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72A7UPhOog0/TdVcrm4tkXI/AAAAAAAABUs/oJgdoGTTZU0/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-72A7UPhOog0/TdVcrm4tkXI/AAAAAAAABUs/oJgdoGTTZU0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490815202365810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWrD9F_-TOs/TdVcrQL3c1I/AAAAAAAABUk/ulcw0xLRqSU/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWrD9F_-TOs/TdVcrQL3c1I/AAAAAAAABUk/ulcw0xLRqSU/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490809108689746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJGNBlBLoc/TdVcrPyD17I/AAAAAAAABUc/uEdfLJSntD4/s1600/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJGNBlBLoc/TdVcrPyD17I/AAAAAAAABUc/uEdfLJSntD4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608490809000449970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[&lt;a href="http://izismile.com/2009/05/18/life_of_your_fingers_21_pics.html"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-357457523402748877?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/357457523402748877/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/viata-degetelelor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/357457523402748877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/357457523402748877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/viata-degetelelor.html' title='Viata degetelelor'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-9i32WhdlM6o/TdVdgIORdhI/AAAAAAAABW8/zGWRxzcnJe4/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-343291301582298188</id><published>2011-05-18T16:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:48:00.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minte-ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hA_la6gdZYk/TdQSFDW-bpI/AAAAAAAABUU/2_RoScgTfvo/s1600/weddd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hA_la6gdZYk/TdQSFDW-bpI/AAAAAAAABUU/2_RoScgTfvo/s400/weddd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608127313993428626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da, minte-ma daca ai tupeu! Am absolvit cursul intensiv de identificare si recunoastere a minciunii, in fata laptopului, urmarind serialul "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1235099/"&gt;Lie to me&lt;/a&gt;" :)) Ma uit la tine, incerc sa-ti recunosc microexpresiile care te-ar da de gol, si nu e o asa mare filosofie! Acum pe bune, cred ca, mai ales in cazul persoanelor care ne sunt foarte apropiate si carora le stim deja comportamentul standard, nu ne este atat de greu sa le observam minciunile!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incep sa se incurce in detalii, versiunile ajung dupa un timp sa fie contradictorii; in incercarea de a te convinge iti dau detalii nesemnificative (carora in mod normal nu le-ar da atentie), vocea le devine mai nervoasa sau exagerat de calma, incearca sa schimbe cat mai rapid subiectul (si cand reusesc se simte usurare in vocea lor), iti evita privirea, au tendinta de a-si atinge fata... etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aici vine dilema mea, de ce trebuie sa mintim?! Ma refer la relatiile sanatoase dezvoltate intre doi oameni normali si rationali! Si nu ma gandesc la miciunile mici si stupide de genul "Da, iubito, iti sta minunat cu noua tunsoare!", ci la restul.. Ce caracter bolnav poate avea un om, din moment ce ii ies pe gura cu atata naturalete minciunile? Nu isi pune acea persoana niciodata un semn de intrebare? Probabil ca nu, probabil ca este si foarte multumita de propria persoana, ca a reusit atat de bine sa minta, ca este "la putere", si ii merge "smecheria"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E atat de greu oare sa exersam adevarul? Sa nu mai fim lasi, si sa nu ne mai ascundem dupa pretexte de genul "ai fi reactionat prost!", "mai bine sa nu afli, ca nu e important", "am si uitat ce s-a intamplat!". Pentru mine, nu! Nu sunt curata si neprihanita si nu-mi ies doar trandafiri pe gura, dar mi se pare penibil, si ca ma mint in primul rand pe mine, in momentul in care nu spun adevarul. E o dovada de maturitate sa iti asumi faptele sau gandurile si sa le recunosti atunci cand e nevoie! In plus, adevarul, intr-un fel sau altul, mai devreme sau mai tarziu, iese la suprafata! Credeti-ma, e testata si ras-verificata aceasta afirmatie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu asociez minciunile cu o mocirla, in care intri si din care murdaresti si pe cel pe care il minti! Viata trebuie traita cat mai simplu, cat mai frumos, cat mai clar! Nu trebuie sa ne complicam! Si nu trebuie sa ne complacem in tot felul de situatii, gasindu-ne apoi scuze pentru lipsa de adevar din relatiile noastre (de orice natura)! Cum poti sa te uiti in ochii cuiva drag si sa iti bati joc de acel om, spunand nu stiu ce aberatii, sau "omitand" detalii "nesemnificative", doar ca sa nu mai fii tu apoi deranjat de faptul ca trebuie sa dai inca o explicatie?! Chiar si in situatiile care nu sunt atat de importante.. Nu iti place sa iti asumi faptele si sa spui adevarul despre ce faci, atunci accepta-ti stadiul de retardat emotional, si pune stop "jocurilor" cu adultii, pentru ca locul tau nu e aici, intre oameni maturi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-343291301582298188?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/343291301582298188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/minte-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/343291301582298188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/343291301582298188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/minte-ma.html' title='Minte-ma!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-hA_la6gdZYk/TdQSFDW-bpI/AAAAAAAABUU/2_RoScgTfvo/s72-c/weddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-5932564174429401635</id><published>2011-05-16T20:55:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:05:46.694+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartierul meu prafuit</title><content type='html'>Mi-e cald si rece! De partea cu "cald" se ocupa laptopul meu, care desi se afla din nou intr-o stare destul de buna, continua sa se supraincalzeasca, iar de partea racoroasa are grija geamul deschis al camerei, care lasa inauntru aerul fresh de-afara. E liniste, si urechea mea percepe asta ca si o situatie ciudata, o anomalie, ceva greu de recunoscut. Asta pentru ca mai mereu se intampla ca pe-aici sa se auda bufnituri, ciocanituri.. si tot felul de sunete din aceasta arie. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand vin acasa, din departare, uitandu-ma la zona in care locuiesc, mi se pare mereu ca se lasa ceata, din cauza norului semi-permanent de praf! Cand merg cu masina pe-aici, am surpriza neplacuta de a descoperi de fiecare data cate o groapa noua! Tocurile mele se stramba si se revolta zi de zi impotriva molozului si a asfaltului deformat! Ochii imi lacrimeaza (si nu de emotie), in momentul in care adie un pic vantul, din cauza prafului ce se ridica..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai nou, nici gatul nu mai coopereaza cu mine! De cateva zile ma chinuie, ma pune sa tusesc o data, si inca o data, si tot asa... pana simt ca muschii stomacului stau mereu crispati de atata solicitare! Dau pe gat zeci de mililitri de sirop de tuse (fara folos!), iar mai nou i-am facut si doctoritei o vizita, si acum astept nerabdatoare sa-mi iau pastilutele, siropul, ceaiul din coji de ceapa si albastrul de metil bagat pe gat! Vina o poarta: o raceala? o alergie? zona "oxigenata" in care locuiesc? Inca e un mister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceea ce e clar insa e ca macaralele inca se invart, cladirile se inalta, iar imaginea cerului si a Palatului Culturii devine din ce in ce mai incompleta! Cu toate astea, inca ador zona in care stau, si cu siguranta dupa terminarea &lt;a href="http://www.palasiasi.ro/"&gt;imensului santier Palas&lt;/a&gt;, probabil ca va fi un loc si mai interesant, doar ca imi lipseste dealul ala mare si verde din spatele blocului, cerul care se intindea nestingherit in fata mea si coltisorul frumos de Palat pe care-l spionam de la geam! :) &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aaa.. plus aerul curat si linistea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; De 2 ore astept sa se incarce un filmulet aici, pe blog! Nicio sansa! Voiam sa va arat cam cum va arata cica zona asta, la finalizarea lucrarilor de pe santier. Va las link cu turul virtual, nu mai am rabdare sa mai astept inca 2 ore: &lt;a href="http://www.palasiasi.ro/tur-virtual/"&gt;http://www.palasiasi.ro/tur-virtual/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-5932564174429401635?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/5932564174429401635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartierul-meu-prafuit.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5932564174429401635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/5932564174429401635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/cartierul-meu-prafuit.html' title='Cartierul meu prafuit'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-7987284362416034644</id><published>2011-05-15T19:35:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:50:26.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantezii cu Guliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sa ne intelegem, nu e vorba de mine! Si mie-mi plac barbatii care sa fie mai mari/inalti decat mine, sa iti ofere macar fizic senzatia de protectie, dar in cazul de fata cred ca e cam exagerat! &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ea: juma' de buletin, el: descendentul lui Guliver (cel putin in comparatie cu ea). Dumnezeu insa a fost generos, si a zis sa se echilibreze balanta, asa ca i-a dat domnitei un fund cat casa, ca macar pe lat sa fie egalitate :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; Daca nu o recunoasteti, e vorba de &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Kardashian"&gt;Kim Kardashian&lt;/a&gt; si iubitul ei &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kris_Humphries"&gt;Kris Humphries&lt;/a&gt; (jucator profesionist de baschet.. logic!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nhQpHll5_k/TdACYJ_xnnI/AAAAAAAABUM/pxJFpEjTZMs/s1600/kim-kardashian-12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nhQpHll5_k/TdACYJ_xnnI/AAAAAAAABUM/pxJFpEjTZMs/s400/kim-kardashian-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606984150099795570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhpKnqX4oKc/TdACX8qY9OI/AAAAAAAABUE/pNDFJfebST8/s1600/kim-kardashian-101.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhpKnqX4oKc/TdACX8qY9OI/AAAAAAAABUE/pNDFJfebST8/s400/kim-kardashian-101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606984146520437986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSmVM7iY0s0/TdACXov5X1I/AAAAAAAABT8/yn0mZCfnHkk/s1600/kim-kardashian-32.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pSmVM7iY0s0/TdACXov5X1I/AAAAAAAABT8/yn0mZCfnHkk/s400/kim-kardashian-32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606984141174824786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgMSdCXJ1OE/TdACXbkiBUI/AAAAAAAABT0/p4WuNJ-6xdA/s1600/kim-kardashian-13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgMSdCXJ1OE/TdACXbkiBUI/AAAAAAAABT0/p4WuNJ-6xdA/s400/kim-kardashian-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606984137637496130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7987284362416034644?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7987284362416034644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantezii-cu-guliver.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7987284362416034644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7987284362416034644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantezii-cu-guliver.html' title='Fantezii cu Guliver'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2nhQpHll5_k/TdACYJ_xnnI/AAAAAAAABUM/pxJFpEjTZMs/s72-c/kim-kardashian-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1004295590384823330</id><published>2011-05-14T12:38:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:26:18.179+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zi de sambata (ecologizez + sirop de tuse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ES9vzfsARjQ/Tc5wQGYLYAI/AAAAAAAABTs/M6sARqRIOZI/s1600/afis_ajuta.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ES9vzfsARjQ/Tc5wQGYLYAI/AAAAAAAABTs/M6sARqRIOZI/s320/afis_ajuta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606542008015085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am fost sabotata, asta e clar! Blogger-ul a fost indisponibil de-ajuns de mult timp, incat sa nu public pe blog indemnul la ecologizare (voiam sa postez joi noapte)! Actiunea (strangerea deseurilor din zona Padurii Sorogari) s-a petrecut azi, in cadrul &lt;a href="http://360.uaic.ro/9-%E2%80%93-15-mai-zilele-voluntariatului-la-uaic/" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Zilelor Voluntariatului&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(afisul de mai sus), organizate de &lt;b&gt;Universitatea "Al. I. Cuza"&lt;/b&gt;. Eu am aflat de pe facebook, de la &lt;a href="http://lucicx.com/2011/05/09/sunt-blogger-ecologhez/"&gt;LucicX&lt;/a&gt;, si cum am vazut ca si bloggerii sunt indemnati la participare, mi-am pus si eu frumusel ceasul sa sune le 8.30 si peste o ora eram deja in Copou cu chef de munca! De cunoscut.. nu cunosteam eu lume, doar pe &lt;a href="http://lucicx.com/"&gt;LucicX &lt;/a&gt;(proaspat intalnit la o alta adunare a bloggerilor), care mi-a spus ca va fi pe-acolo impreuna cu un prieten, &lt;a href="http://razvanpascal.wordpress.com/"&gt;Razvan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand am ajuns noi la baza partiei de ski, unde era locul de intalnire, lumea deja era adunata si inarmata cu saci si manusi. Pe un sac am pus mana, dar manusile s-au cam lasat asteptate (cu siguranta nu s-au pregatit pentru atatia participanti). Pana la urma am facut rost si de manusi, si destul de rapid ne-am pus pe curatat locul in care fusese aruncat un morman de gresie, adus acolo cel mai probabil de un iesean "responsabil", pus pe redecorat! Cum ne-a cam intarziat un pic si lipsa manusilor si adunatul gresiei, cand ne-am pus pe colindat dealul, deja mai trecusera persoane pe-acolo, asa ca nu a mai fost mare lucru de facut, zona fiind destul de curata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa a fost asigurata de organizatori, dar cum erau prezenti pe-acolo (cu un fel de stand inprovizat) si reprezentantii undei marci de bere, noi deja eram cu zambetul pe buze cu gandul la berea rece care ne va fi oferita la final. Da' de unde!!! Oamenii erau prezenti acolo pentru a da bere celor care vin la gratar in acea zona. Ce am inteles eu de aici? Daca vii si faci treaba si cureti padurea, nu meriti nimic! In schimb, daca vii cu paturica, micii si stai cu burta la soare, tabarasc astia cu berea si cu aparatul de fotografiat pe tine! Ok.. weekend-ul viitor stiu ce fac :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atmosfera a fost faina, treaba s-a facut, vreme buna a fost, in concluzie toate bune si frumoase! Sa vad poate gasesc si vreo poza, sa documentez mai bine evenimentul! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In rest... nervi! Ca m-a luat o tuse de vreo doua zile, care vad ca devine tot mai enervanta. Fara alte simptome, doar asa... sa ma sufoce pe mine! Azi nu am mai rezistat si m-am dus si mi-am luat un sirop de tuse (&lt;i&gt;Rofedex &lt;/i&gt;- 5 lei). Cand ma uitam eu curioasa pe prospect sa vad ce doza sa iau, mi-am amintit o stire mai veche cu drogatii cu sirop de tuse. Cum era? Ca marijuana (ca si efecte): "&lt;i&gt;euforie de intensitate medie, dezinhibitie, o senzatie asemanatoare betiei". &lt;/i&gt;Hmm.. deci la noapte ma duc sa ma distrez in club, cu sticla de sirop de tuse in geanta! Da, fataaaa! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jmhfmjOHQFw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gata cu povestitul pe blog, eu ma duc sa-mi administrez medicamentul, ca ma streseaza tusea asta. Eeee.. acum daca in loc de 10 ml o sa imi tremure mana si o sa curga 50, nu-i bai :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum pe bune: in ce hal trebuie sa ajungi, ca sa te droghezi cu sirop de tuse?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1004295590384823330?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1004295590384823330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/zi-de-sambata-ecologizez-sirop-de-tuse.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1004295590384823330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1004295590384823330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/zi-de-sambata-ecologizez-sirop-de-tuse.html' title='Zi de sambata (ecologizez + sirop de tuse)'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ES9vzfsARjQ/Tc5wQGYLYAI/AAAAAAAABTs/M6sARqRIOZI/s72-c/afis_ajuta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-1789951826483654304</id><published>2011-05-11T18:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:24:09.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Draga eu la 16 ani!</title><content type='html'>Am vazut clipul intr-o sambata, si am vrut imediat sa il pun pe blog. M-am abtinut, "e sambata", mi-am spus, si mai bine sa ne relaxam fara gandul la bau-bau! L-am lasat, si acum i-a venit randul! Fara explicatii, povesti si comentarii, dati play si poate va ramane ceva in minte!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_4jgUcxMezM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-acum s-o luam incetisor: pe mine campaniile nu ma prea impresioneaza, impactul e puternic pe moment, apoi, ca orice alt om cu gandul in 7 mii de parti, uit! Ce e important? Ca atunci cand sunteti impresionati si influentati de ceva, sa va faceti un memento mental, pentru a putea realiza intr-adevar ceea ce va propuneti in acel moment! Eu stiu ca trebuie sa dau o fuga la dermatolog si sa-mi programez si un test Papanicolau! Sunt pe lista mea de actiuni imediate. Stiu sigur ca o sa le mai aman, ca o sa imi gasesc altceva "mai important", dar stiu ca in scurt timp le voi face. Pentru ca nu vreau sa am acea senzatie de lovitura direct in moalele capului si sa plang mai tarziu, cu gandul "de ce eu?!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revenind la abordarea cu mesajul catre "eu la 16 ani", chiar ma gandeam ce as spune eu, acum, Madalinei de 16 ani! I-as spune sa fie mai relaxata, sa se aprecieze mai mult (vesnica problema a adolescentilor!) si sa nu dea prea mare atentie oricarei persoane cu figuri in cap! In rest.. go girl! :D Si.. crema de protectie solara, caci nu e niciodata prea devreme sa ai grija de pielea ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Concluzie&lt;/i&gt;: nu mai evitati crema de protectie (trebuie sa ajunga o rutina vara) si planificati-va o vizita la dermatolog, sa stiti pe unde va situati cu starea pielii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-1789951826483654304?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/1789951826483654304/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/draga-eu-la-16-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1789951826483654304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/1789951826483654304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/draga-eu-la-16-ani.html' title='Draga eu la 16 ani!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/_4jgUcxMezM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2099462351545915726</id><published>2011-05-09T20:34:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:55:08.379+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Videochat "prietenos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CUnRghOHA/TcgzCKbp3XI/AAAAAAAABTQ/L8tkCjAbyzg/s1600/4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CUnRghOHA/TcgzCKbp3XI/AAAAAAAABTQ/L8tkCjAbyzg/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604785848515681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu in urma cu mult timp, imi cautam job, si mereu, mai in gluma, mai in serios eram calmata cu replica: "&lt;i&gt;Doar la videochat mai gasesti&lt;/i&gt;!". Industria infloreste, angajarile se fac pe banda rulanta, iar fete dornice de "afirmare" vor fi mereu, mai ales intr-un oras de provincie! Nu mi-am incercat "norocul" inca, dar cu asemenea anunturi mieroase cam gasesti prin ziar, mai ca-ti vine sa crezi ca e jobul de vis!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu chiar mi-am petrecut ceva timp pe site-ul unei firme de gen, din Iasi, pornind de la un &lt;a href="http://www.iasi4u.ro/2011-interviu-cu-erika-de-la-video-chat-fetelenorocoase/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;interviu cu o fata angajata la videochat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, pe care l-am gasit pe &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iasi4u.ro/"&gt;www.iasi4u.ro&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt; Fata pare entuziasmata de jobul ei, spune ca e numita "fata usoara" doar din cauza invidiei, pentru ca ea castiga in jur de 50 milioane pe luna, si dupa cum spune chiar ea: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;daca ar sti cat de usor imi castig banii… ohh my god!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Am intrat pe site-ul firmei &lt;a href="http://www.fetelenorocoase.ro/"&gt;www.fetelenorocoase.ro&lt;/a&gt; si dupa ce am frunzarit cam fiecare pagina de pe-acolo, nu am putut sa nu apreciez abordarea ingenioasa a patroanei. Pe ce se bazeaza doamna? Pe &lt;b&gt;empatie&lt;/b&gt;! Si nu o face deloc rau! Prin tot ce descrie ea pe-acolo te duce cu gandul ca te intelege perfect (caci si ea a lucrat in domeniu inainte), ca si ei ii era rusine si frica sa nu o vada cineva dintre rude, ca ofera respect, intimitate, discretie, poti bloca vizualizarea profilului tau pe tarile in care lucreaza cunoscutii tai (Italia, Spania, Grecia), e la alegerea ta daca folosesti jucarii sexuale sau cat de "departe" mergi, salariul zilnic (pentru a te motiva sa iei la finalul zilei mai mult), bonusuri, mediu placut, camere colorate si care te inspira, iti face cadou o sedinta de infrumusetare sa devii gagica sexy peste noapte, cazare in sediul firmei cu acces la toate utilitatile, program flexibil etc   Marseaza pe faptul ca e si ea femeie, a trecut prin aceste experiente, deci vei fi inteleasa si ajutata de ea! Sincer, mai ca-mi vine sa-mi dau demisia, sa lucrez si eu in camerele alea colorate :))  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu comentez in niciun fel meseria, site-ul sau firma respectiva pozitiv sau negativ, doar observ! De curiozitate, am intrat si pe blogul lor si am gasit doar articole cu elogii la adresa altor colege. Ca "x"-uleasca m-a ajutat mult sa invat trucuri sa am mai multi clienti fideli, ca teamleader-ul (au cate un teamleader pe fiecare tura, 3 la numar!) le-a venit in ajutor cu nu stiu ce problema cu clientul, ca alta a invatat-o sa castige mai multi bani, aratandu-i ca poate face in asa fel incat sa stea in private mai mult (cu bani) si in freechat mai putin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In concluzie, am observat ca se ambaleaza de-acum mult mai &lt;i&gt;profi &lt;/i&gt;oferta de a lucra intr-un videochat. Ca nu ma ajunge "&lt;i&gt;Daca esti tanara si prezentabila, vino la noi sa castigi multi bani!&lt;/i&gt;", ci au inceput tehnicile de recrutare, oferte de locuri de munca din ce in ce mai atractive, laptele si mierea curg in valuri si fetele care lucreaza in domeniu vor fi cele mai norocoase si pline de bani!  Per total, e de bine, daca prin toate astea se imbunatatesc si conditiile lor de munca, nu are de ce sa fie o schimbare negativa! Toata smecheria e ca fetele astea sa fie constiente de toate aspectele jobului, nu doar ametite cu texte frumoase si poze colorate, iar mai apoi, sa fie capabile sa-si asume jobul si sa nu o mai dea cotita cu invidia si "societatea in care traim"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum ai intoarce-o, e un mediu  de lucru cam obscur, si nu stiu cate fete pot spune sincer ca au ales din mai multe oferte bune de munca, exact videochatul, asa.. din dorinta lor expresa! Decat de voie, cred ca predomina mai mult... de nevoie! Plus usurinta cu care castigi banii, fara proiecte, deadline-uri si prea mult invatat! Fiecare cu alegerea lui si vorba aia: "&lt;i&gt;cum iti asterni, asa dormi&lt;/i&gt;"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2099462351545915726?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2099462351545915726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/videochat-prietenos_09.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2099462351545915726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2099462351545915726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/videochat-prietenos_09.html' title='Videochat &quot;prietenos&quot;'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9CUnRghOHA/TcgzCKbp3XI/AAAAAAAABTQ/L8tkCjAbyzg/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3763519365992293305</id><published>2011-05-07T11:16:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:28:03.101+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iluzii optice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-AkSl-MWrU/TcUrOTJ0aVI/AAAAAAAABTI/ILenfILnYok/s1600/life.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laptopul meeeu! [si aici vine un tipat ascutit si enervant] Cu o mana tin ecranul (sa nu se mai vada dungile albe), si cu alta tastez. Asa ca e foarte probabil sa termin ceea ce am eu de scris aici luni! Offff... sper sa il repar cat mai curand (sa se poata repara!), si sa nu ma falimenteze!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revenind la ideile mele, azi am gasit pe un site niste chestii interesante, cu iluzii optice! Ma uitam cand eram mica prin manualul de psihologie (parca) al surorii mele, la imaginile cu vaza/profiluri, cu scari... si tare ma mai miram cum vedeam eu o data ceva si alta data o noua imagine! In fine, fara prea multa "vorbareala" sa trecem la partea &lt;i&gt;fun!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceste "buburuze" arata ca si cum s-ar misca in continuu, cand de fapt, este o imagine statica! Uitati-va doar la o singura "buburuza" si veti vedea ca nu se mai "misca"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjrXH2nY4l4/TcUDkuSSzjI/AAAAAAAABTA/yIcQgf6AyVs/s1600/bugs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjrXH2nY4l4/TcUDkuSSzjI/AAAAAAAABTA/yIcQgf6AyVs/s400/bugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603889240767385138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aceasta imagine arata tendinta creierului de a "umple" spatiile goale cu forme. Vedeti o serie de mingi albe intre liniile negre? In realitate ele nu exista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0tVFHIvLRE/TcUDkR3Q9RI/AAAAAAAABS4/I8hQHKXN3eU/s1600/illusion_circles.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X0tVFHIvLRE/TcUDkR3Q9RI/AAAAAAAABS4/I8hQHKXN3eU/s400/illusion_circles.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603889233137825042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gardul aceste este sticat pe margine. Uitati-va foarte atent doar in centrul imaginii si veti observa cum marginile gardului se vor "repara"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bkSc62t4pc/TcUDkWOC9_I/AAAAAAAABSw/1dYhBbLEG04/s1600/grid-optical-illusion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7bkSc62t4pc/TcUDkWOC9_I/AAAAAAAABSw/1dYhBbLEG04/s400/grid-optical-illusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603889234307119090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ultima, e cu "life". Viata-i grea si cam anapoda, nu? Hmm.. in cazul asta e cat se poate de dreapta.. Literele nu sunt inclinate, ci foarte drepte!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-AkSl-MWrU/TcUrOTJ0aVI/AAAAAAAABTI/ILenfILnYok/s400/life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603932835992070482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                       [&lt;a href="http://games.yahoo.com/braingames/brain-teasers"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3763519365992293305?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3763519365992293305/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/daca-va-spun-ca-vi-se-pare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3763519365992293305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3763519365992293305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/daca-va-spun-ca-vi-se-pare.html' title='Iluzii optice'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MjrXH2nY4l4/TcUDkuSSzjI/AAAAAAAABTA/yIcQgf6AyVs/s72-c/bugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7500034237067303831</id><published>2011-05-05T16:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:45:22.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziua barbatului</title><content type='html'>Nu o sa incep acum sa spun ca nu e ok, ca e promovarea si marketingul unei marci de bere, de fapt... bla bla bla! Nu ma intereseaza prea tare! Pentru mine e un prilej de a scoate o zi din anonimat si de a-i da un plus de savoare, asa ca eu am sa o sarbatoresc cu o mica "atentie" inedita! Have fun! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faina surpriza tipei pentru iubitul ei: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aOH5UBFpKzQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7500034237067303831?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7500034237067303831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/ziua-barbatului.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7500034237067303831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7500034237067303831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/ziua-barbatului.html' title='Ziua barbatului'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/aOH5UBFpKzQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2671050974612516551</id><published>2011-05-03T22:53:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:21:33.378+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desktopul unui blogger</title><content type='html'>Ehh.. asa se cheama leapsa, chiar daca suna titlul cam pompos :) Am ajuns eu in vizita pe la blogul lui &lt;a href="http://prietenimaginar.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iuli &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;si am vazut ca tocmai a onorat o &lt;a href="http://prietenimaginar.wordpress.com/2011/05/03/leapsa/"&gt;leapsa &lt;/a&gt;primita de la un prieten, in care i se cerea sa puna un print screen cu imaginea de pe desktop.  Si cum voiam sa ma laud cat de &lt;i&gt;cool &lt;/i&gt;e imaginea de pe desktopul meu, si cat de ordonat si "aerisit" il tin, am facut si eu un print si l-am trantit pe blog! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ke-fjQ70ggo/TcBfPr589-I/AAAAAAAABSY/vd61F4sq-3w/s1600/desktop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ke-fjQ70ggo/TcBfPr589-I/AAAAAAAABSY/vd61F4sq-3w/s400/desktop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602582659537369058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apropo de imaginile care poposesc pe desktopul laptopului meu "hot" (la propriu :)) eu trec prin faze! Cea mai deasa e cea cu marea. Valuri, plaje, doar apa.. orice care sa imi aminteasca de senzatia superba pe care mi-o da marea, atunci cand o vizitez! Uffff.. ce dor mi-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mda... sa-mi revin, beau vreo &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://videonews.antena3.ro/action/viewvideo/57646/Adolescentii-romani-se-drogheaza-cu-sirop-de-tuse/"&gt;3 sticle de sirop de tuse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (e legal, si costa doar 5 lei!!!),  ma arunc in cada si am rezolvat si cu dorul de mare :)) Depasind subiectul, si revenind la fixatiile mele de pe desktop, ultima a fost cu spatiul, planetele si stelele.. Habar nu am de ce, nu sunt extrem de pasionata, doar ca am luat vreo 2 pack-uri cu poze de gen si mi-au placut! Apoi am mai trecut prin faza cu roz, cu flori, cu texte si imagini motivationale, cu moaca mea in ipostaze &lt;i&gt;trendy, &lt;/i&gt;cu tipi sexy... da sexy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaa.. ce spuneam? :)) Asa, imagini: cu chestii de inspiratie rock, cu Linkin Park, cu cladiri interesante de prin lume, chestii ciudate si abstracte, peisaje din tari diverse, cu gagici emo (in fazele mele mai de proasta dispozitie :)) cu personaje din desene animate, tematice (Paste, Craciun etc)  Faza comica e ca iarna pun poze cu plaje insorite, si vara pun poze cu munti si copaci inzapeziti :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam atat, ca deja am scris cam mult pentru un subiect atat de banal! Ba nu! Voiam sa mai spun ca eu nu-i inteleg pe cei care-si trantesc pe desktop zeci de shortcut-uri, poze, foldere etc.. de-ti vine sa-ti iei campii cand deschizi calculatorul ala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leapsa.. merge la &lt;a href="http://2muraturi.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Radu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;si la cine mai doreste, daca cineva e milostiv si o preia :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va pup.. ca-s in dispozitie buna, ma gandesc la mare si la...  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2671050974612516551?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2671050974612516551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/desktopul-unui-blogger.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2671050974612516551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2671050974612516551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/desktopul-unui-blogger.html' title='Desktopul unui blogger'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-ke-fjQ70ggo/TcBfPr589-I/AAAAAAAABSY/vd61F4sq-3w/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3026977503232132510</id><published>2011-05-03T00:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:16:29.361+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De pe bloguri adunate</title><content type='html'>Pisica batausa (cu ea)! [&lt;a href="http://www.piticu.ro/pisica-care-se-bate-singura.html"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tctY8ntGx_M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papagal vesel :))  [&lt;a href="http://fulgerica.com/2011/04/29/links-28-04-2011/"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p3M8RGVreBM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evil girl [&lt;a href="http://www.neuronu.ro/cool-advertising/born-to-create-drama/"&gt;sursa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1qLe9OKCxTQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3026977503232132510?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3026977503232132510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-pe-bloguri-adunate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3026977503232132510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3026977503232132510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-pe-bloguri-adunate.html' title='De pe bloguri adunate'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://img.youtube.com/vi/tctY8ntGx_M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-8552405991134916090</id><published>2011-05-01T16:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:31:09.039+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa fii printesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWcsRE7PwDg/Tb1iqBjVxtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/a0RMLxLhqTQ/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWcsRE7PwDg/Tb1iqBjVxtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/a0RMLxLhqTQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601741985629456082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2ylh0T_Hys/Tb1ip5oSVYI/AAAAAAAABSI/pB3GcDZxEwA/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2ylh0T_Hys/Tb1ip5oSVYI/AAAAAAAABSI/pB3GcDZxEwA/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601741983502718338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da dom'le, eu-s mai sentimentala asa, si nunta astora doi pe mine chiar m-a emotionat! E ca un basm cu printi si printese, dar real! Cu siguranta si eu mi-am imaginat in copilarie ca ma voi marita cu un print, pana la urma nu pe ideea asta se baza cam orice poveste citita de prin cartile pentru copii? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am crescut si mi-am mai ajustat dorintele! Acum nu mai visez printi care sa ma ia pe sus si sa ma duca in castelul lor, acum stiu ca poti sa te simti ca o printesa si fara titluri regale sau sange albastru! E de ajuns un om care sa iti fie alaturi, care sa te rasfete, si care sa te iubeasca ca pe cea mai frumoasa si dorita printesa din lume! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In universul nostru personal, basmul poate prinde viata mai frumos ca cel visat in copilarie! Sunt de ajuns doua inimi pline de dragoste una langa cealalta, si asa printul cu printesa s-au intalnit, si "&lt;i&gt;vor trai fericiti pana la adanci batraneti"!  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="Sun player" width="576" height="324" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/swf/vidobj/sunplayer.swf?embedCode=gzbDdmMjpn0xVqn5MabL_5QjUT_SE8Yw&amp;amp;version=2&amp;amp;xmlDir=http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/swf/vidobj/xml/sun&amp;amp;links=http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/video/news/royals/3555023/Kate-arrives-at-the-Abbey.html&amp;amp;share=true"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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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/-IWcsRE7PwDg/Tb1iqBjVxtI/AAAAAAAABSQ/a0RMLxLhqTQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6683802426039897427</id><published>2011-05-01T12:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:29:24.411+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1mai</title><content type='html'>Pe repeat: despre &lt;a href="http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-mai.html"&gt;1 mai, aici&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;a href="http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-mai.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6683802426039897427?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6683802426039897427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/1mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6683802426039897427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6683802426039897427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/05/1mai.html' title='1mai'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-7836627952419753387</id><published>2011-04-29T00:28:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T01:04:00.671+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balonul roz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPWuJ2RFqrU/TbnfjCN1vGI/AAAAAAAABSA/WnhkBymTS14/s1600/sadv.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPWuJ2RFqrU/TbnfjCN1vGI/AAAAAAAABSA/WnhkBymTS14/s400/sadv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600753404595256418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cum era chestia aia de la &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/35181/Coelho-Paulo-Alchimistul"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cohelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, din &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/35181/Coelho-Paulo-Alchimistul"&gt;Alchimistul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? "&lt;i&gt;Daca iti doresti cu adevarat ceva, tot Universul va conspira la realizarea dorintei tale"&lt;/i&gt;! Foarte posibil! Se vede treaba ca inca eu nu mi-am dorit foarte multe lucruri "cu adevarat"...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoi mai e cealalta metoda, cea cu balonul roz. Cum, nu stiati?! E cam asa: stai cumintel in pat, relaxat si cu gandul la campii cu flori si soare stralucitor, si incerci sa vizualizezi ce anume iti doresti tu sa se realizeze. Apoi iti imaginezi ca invelesti toata "scena" intr-un balon mare si roz, si ca ii dai drumul sa se duca in Univres. Acolo tot saracul Univers va lucra la realizarea actiunii din balonul roz :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum ai spune-o si oricum ai intoarce-o, ideea e ca trebuie sa iti doresti mult sa ti se indeplineasca ceea ce-ti propui, sa incerci sa si vizualizezi (pentru a crea senzatia de realitate iminenta) si sa iti orientezi toate eforurile spre a-ti realiza planul! Plus un strop de realism, pentru a nu pica din pom debusolat, in cazul in care nu ies lucrurile cum ti-ai dori!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gata, in pat cu mine, ca m-asteapta baloanele roz, sa le fac lansarea oficiala in marele Univers :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7836627952419753387?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7836627952419753387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/balonul-roz.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7836627952419753387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7836627952419753387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/balonul-roz.html' title='Balonul roz'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-TPWuJ2RFqrU/TbnfjCN1vGI/AAAAAAAABSA/WnhkBymTS14/s72-c/sadv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-6497894046311820402</id><published>2011-04-27T22:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:15:13.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuaH32XLvz4/Tbhq56wHz_I/AAAAAAAABR4/gH1__GjcdhA/s1600/164124_128858657180976_110392025694306_173078_5749587_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PuaH32XLvz4/Tbhq56wHz_I/AAAAAAAABR4/gH1__GjcdhA/s400/164124_128858657180976_110392025694306_173078_5749587_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600343679891394546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuvintele? Sunt in plus! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-6497894046311820402?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/6497894046311820402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6497894046311820402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/6497894046311820402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-PuaH32XLvz4/Tbhq56wHz_I/AAAAAAAABR4/gH1__GjcdhA/s72-c/164124_128858657180976_110392025694306_173078_5749587_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3768093861821629954</id><published>2011-04-26T22:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:54:36.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce au nevoie femeile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Textul e vechi, adica de prin 2007 din cate am vazut eu, e scris de Tudor Chirila (&lt;a href="http://tudorchirila.blogspot.com/2007/08/femeile-au-nevoie-deatentie-continut.html"&gt;pe blogul lui&lt;/a&gt;), si rezuma cateva adevaruri bine exprimate! Asa ca il pun si eu pe-aici, poate cuiva o sa i se mai para interesant. Dati-mi de stire daca aveti pareri, opinii, comentarii..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;“Femeile au nevoie de protectie, tandrete si p..a. Barbatii stiu asta dar sunt convinsi ca p..a le poate inlocui pe primele doua. Ei nu stiu ca p..a este in multe cazuri primul lucru de care femeia s-ar dispensa in cautarea fericirii. Barbatii uita mereu de tandrete si protectie. Uita pentru ca sunt suficienti, invingatori, virili si lipsiti de nuante.Astfel ca prima intrebare care vine in mintea barbatului inselat este: O fi mai bun la pat ca mine? Apoi invariabil: Are p..a mai mare? Nici prin cap nu-i trece barbatului suficient, invingator si viril ca adversarul care tocmai i-a luat urma prin asternuturile iubitei a pus intrebari nerostite demult, a mangaiat, a avut rabdare si a ascultat atent cu blandete in privire. Ce are cheliosul ala cu burta in plus fata de mine? Ala e barbat? Ce dracu are ala in plus? O p..a mai mare?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Nu, frate, are mai multi bani! vine invariabil etrnul raspuns. Asa e, de multe ori,zicem si noi. Dar nu despre acele femei si barbati vorbim noi. Nimanui nu-i trece prin cap ca barbatul cu chelie si burta intelege sa pretuiasca femeia de langa el cu disperarea celui care poate pierde ultimul tren. Trecut prin multe, cu cicatrice in suflet si dezvantajat fizic, trecut de prima tinerete el stie ca unica sansa este sa mangaie, sa asculte, sa inteleaga, sa fie atent sa deschida usa inainte ca ea sa sune. Si mangaie, asculta, intelege. Desavarseste un ritual al gesturilor care conteaza este mereu prezent gata oricand sa intinda un brat nu foarte puternic dar mereu oportun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Mai presus de orice nu cere nimic in schimb, cel putin nu in mod evident pentru ca, sa nu uitam, si el e barbat, vanator experimentat.Cu lacrimi in ochi varsate pe ascuns cand masina ruleaza monoton si ea priveste absent peisajul de pe scaunul din dreapta, femeia va decide sa renunte la p..a care ii da fiori de multe ori pe saptamana – nu e de ajuns…El, tinar carierist si stresat, conduce si nu intelege ce dracu ar mai trebui sa faca pentru linistea cuplului.Ca doar depune toate eforturile.Trage masina pe dreapta si se usureaza in plin camp. Se urca inapoi fara sa-si aduca aminte ca ea l-a rugat sa-i aduca puloverul din portbagaj.Vor ajunge in curand la munte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Undeva la acelasi hotel se vor intalni cu un barbat jovial trecut de prima tinerete dar cu zambet irezistibil si povesti fantastice. Femeile au nevoie de protectie si tandrete. &lt;strong style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Femeile renunta cel mai usor la p..a. Barbatii renunta la tandrete si protectie.&lt;/strong&gt;Acest razboi surd al neintelegerii va da nastere profitorilor .Cine sunt ei? Pe termen scurt amantii. Pe termen lung cei intelepti si rabdatori.Pe drumul de intoarcere el este bucuros si usurat ca ea si-a revenit. E vorbareata si nu mai priveste absenta pe geam Si zambeste ca in prima zi.E prea neatent ca sa realizeze inceputul sfarsitului.Pe terasa hotelului barbatul jovial, trecut de prima tinerete savureaza un cognac…Pe buza paharului este zahar… “&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3768093861821629954?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3768093861821629954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-ce-au-nevoie-femeile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3768093861821629954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3768093861821629954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-ce-au-nevoie-femeile.html' title='De ce au nevoie femeile!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-3373429007621358901</id><published>2011-04-25T19:07:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:46:50.515+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy-paste esuat</title><content type='html'>Hai ca nici cu &lt;i&gt;copy paste &lt;/i&gt;nu mai merge! Am inceput sa scriu pe blog, sa povestesc despre ziua de azi, apoi am sters si am inceput sa scriu despre filmul vazut ieri seara (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1023114/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;),dar cum mi-au mai ramas inca 40 de minute de vazut (am adormit :|), nu cred ca sunt in masura sa fac o mini-recenzie. Asa ca am ajuns pe cateva site-uri cat de cat interesante, in incercarea de a fura ceva de pe-acolo. Nicio sansa, nu mi-a placut nimic! Asa ca dupa vreo doua texte sterse, revin la compozitie proprie :) Fac si eu ca atunci cand scriam ditamai e-mail-ul unei prietene bune, pentru a-i povesti de nu stiu ce tampenii (bineinteles importante pentru noi), si aporoape de final faceam ceva si din neatentie pierdeam textul. Asa ca rescriam e-mail-ul incepand cu "Ti-am povestit tot o data, s-a sters textul, nu mai  am chef de scris, uite ce s-a intamplat:". Apoi urmau maxim doua propozitii (ceea ce inainte scrisesem in 10 paragrafe) si gata! :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In concluzie: am fost in doua vizite scurte pe la niste rude, am fost la terasa de la Casa Vanatorului de prin Copou, am poftit la hamsii cu mujdei, dar mi-am pus pofta-n cui ca nu erau, am baut un suc, am fost in cateva magazine in cautare de paine si mici, si apoi home sweet home. Apropo.. sa ma duc sa intorc micii aia ca se ard :)) Mda... ideea era ca aveam un mare chef de un gratar si de stat pe o paturica la iarba, dar din diferite motive actiunea s-a amanat. Asa ca am dat iama in magazin si am zis macar mici sa facem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cata liniste e!!! Santierul e pustiu, macaralele stau cumintele, camioanele nu mai alearga pe strada! Wow.. i'm in heaven! Chiar ziceam sa mai escaladez zilele astea blocul si sa mai pozez un pic santierul. Sa pot pune apoi &lt;i&gt;before &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;after. &lt;/i&gt;Deja de la geamul meu, cerul devine din ce in ce mai mic, si mie imi vine sa le pun niste bombe "inofensive" pe la temelia santierului! Poate ma salta mascatii din casa, pentru planuire de acte teroriste :)) Faza e ca nu am nimic cu proiectul asta, daca iese bine.. cu atat mai bine pentru oras, doar ma enerveaza faptul ca imi afecteaza mie cartierul (noroi, praaaaaaf, gropi, zgomot, mai putin spatiu)! Dar asta e.. momentan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laptopul meu e din ce in ce mai mult intr-o stare critica! Am probleme cu bateria, cu supra-incalzirea, cu cablul de alimentare si cu niste dungi albe care-mi apar pe ecran (dispar cand il misc un pic). Doar atat! :)) Trebuie neaparat dus la "doctor", ca abia are 2 anisori, si e laptop bun! Dar pana atunci e stresant ca e destul de dificil de utilizat.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In seara asta mi-am propus sa vad &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1564367/"&gt;Just go with it&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt; si sper sa fie ok, sa nu-mi pierd doua ore degeaba. Oricum, stingerea se da mai devreme azi, ca din pacate maine din nou la munca. Si acum e destul de multa treaba, ca de o saptamana mai toate chestiile se amanau la modul "vorbim dupa Paste.. rezolvam atunci... facem dupa Paste..etc" Si cum suntem "&lt;i&gt;dupa Paste&lt;/i&gt;" am o banuiala ca o sa ajung destul de obosita maine acasa :| Asta e.. o sa solicit un masaj si va fi ok :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3373429007621358901?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3373429007621358901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/copy-paste-esuat.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3373429007621358901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3373429007621358901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/copy-paste-esuat.html' title='Copy-paste esuat'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-7771505923665874134</id><published>2011-04-24T21:55:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:59:04.259+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima zi de Paste</title><content type='html'>A trecut si ea, la fel de repede ca orice zi normala! Azi-noapte am fost la Inviere la biserica de langa mine, unde cu exceptia unor mici probleme cu sonorizarea, slujba si atmosfera a fost la fel de frumoasa ca in orice an. Ma mira insa oamenii care abia intra in curtea bisericii la 23:58 pentru ca la 00:02 sa fuga mancand pamantul spre case, cu o lumanare aprinsa! Nu o fac pe ipocrita, nici eu nu stau mult la slujba de Inviere, dar macar astept un pic sa se spuna "Hristos a inviat!". Ehh.. subiect greu asta cu biserica, religia si credinta, si nu e normal de fapt sa judecam, dar nu pot sa nu observ trendul anti-post, anti-spovedit, anti-biserica, anti-credinta... Sa fim &lt;i&gt;cool..:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prima zi de Paste a fost... calduroasa! Am avut un fel de &lt;i&gt;preview &lt;/i&gt;la ceea ce va urma in vara, cand hainele vor fi optionale :)) Asta pentru ca sarmalutele s-au incapatanat si au opus rezistenta, asa ca au trebuit torturate mai multe ore la foc mic, chiar si in aceasta dimineata! In consecinta, in casa era caldura mare, afara soare si cald, rezulta una bucata Mada lesinata de caldura! In rest.. somn pe la amiaza si o plimbarica prin oras + o inghetata delicioasa. Aaa.. si masa in familie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gata cu aberatiile, am vrut si eu sa consemnez constiincioasa prima zi de Paste.. :) Sper sa mi se aprobe cererea in seara asta, si sa vad si eu un film fain: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1023114/"&gt;The way back&lt;/a&gt;. Cronica.. sper ca maine (in cazul in care reusesc sa-l vad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-7771505923665874134?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/7771505923665874134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/prima-zi-de-paste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7771505923665874134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/7771505923665874134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/prima-zi-de-paste.html' title='Prima zi de Paste'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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-322321662961927065.post-8192134924363901389</id><published>2011-04-23T15:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:29:39.262+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce se mai intampla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQmuyM6mZD4/TbLUG6PhaDI/AAAAAAAABRY/1NOZyQDk7wQ/s1600/SDC12101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQmuyM6mZD4/TbLUG6PhaDI/AAAAAAAABRY/1NOZyQDk7wQ/s400/SDC12101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598770501953611826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai c-am rezolvat si cu net-ul pe laptop, asa ca acum pot sa stau si eu cumintica in pat si sa scriu pe blog. Ca de pe telefon mai greu cu bloguitul (nici nu stiu daca pot) sau cu facebook-ul. Si-asa m-am incurcat in conturi, in mesaje si nu am mai pus eu pe Facebook poza cu sarmalele buclucase :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum toata lumea se lauda: ce cozonaci frumosi am facut, ce oua rosii am vopsit, ce sarmalute delicioase am in cuptor! In plus, e partea cu urarile de Paste, care mai de care cu lumina, cu iepurasul.. toate transmise pana la urma dintr-o intentie frumoasa, dar transformate in ceva prea impersonal! Eu prefer fie sa pun mana pe telefon, sa sun persoana in cauza si sa-i urez in felul asta ceea ce vreau sa-i urez, fie scriu un mesaj frumos si la obiect, fara impopotonari inutile! Dar.. fiecare cu stilul lui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sunt ok si la capitolul cozonaci, oua sau sarmalute, asa ca acum ma gandesc la felul in care o sa imi petrec zilele de sarbatoare! Din pacate nu am apucat sa plec nicaieri, asa ca cel mai probabil in una dintre aceste doua zile (duminica sau luni) voi iesi la un gratar.. ca tot romanu'.. Sau o sa dorm mult, mult.. sa recuperez! Sau.. vad eu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vine si 1 mai, si iar nu ajung la mare.. An de an imi propun, dar nu am reusit "performanta" decat o singura data (atunci cand a coincis si cu Pastele). Am fost la slujba de Inviere pe plaja si a fost foarteeee frumos! In noaptea asta, cel mai probabil o sa ajung pe la biserica de langa mine, si apoi o sa ma cert cu vantul sa ma lase in pace, sa ajung cu "lumina" acasa! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e somn si perna imi face cu ochiul... Hai ca ma duc sa o incalzesc 20 de minute, ca nu-mi permit mai mult :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va urez si eu "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Paste fericit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" cu zile de odihna petrecute asa cum va doriti voi! Si sa va ganditi macar 5 minute la semnificatia sarbatorii!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-8192134924363901389?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/8192134924363901389/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/ce-se-mai-intampla.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8192134924363901389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/8192134924363901389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/ce-se-mai-intampla.html' title='Ce se mai intampla'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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/-MQmuyM6mZD4/TbLUG6PhaDI/AAAAAAAABRY/1NOZyQDk7wQ/s72-c/SDC12101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-4960017652636568627</id><published>2011-04-22T22:52:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:39:54.284+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tocurile si tortura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDPzU4mn4O0/TbHjwB923JI/AAAAAAAABRQ/WFI_txYl1Y4/s1600/toc.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDPzU4mn4O0/TbHjwB923JI/AAAAAAAABRQ/WFI_txYl1Y4/s400/toc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598506226099346578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Exerciţiu de echilibristică: pe tocuri de.. nu ştiu exact câţi centimetri (că nu mai am chef să mă duc acum să-mi măsor pantofii de la intrare), am balansat cu succes o sacoşă cu o varză murată (parfumată) de 3 kg şi ceva (mda... cererea de sarmale e mare), o sacoşă plină de verdeaţă, ouă, brânză şi vreo două reviste, plus o geantă pe umăr (ce depăşea ilegal limita maximă de kilograme permisă)! Circul Globus mă vrea :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mai pe scurt, că n-am chef prea mult de scris: tocurile sunt un instrument subtil de tortură a bietelor femei. Pe lângă "banalele" chestii de gen: smuls părul, machiaj zilnic, haine incomode dar sexy etc..  pentru a fi în "graţiile" masculilor (care oricum nu prea mai da doi bani pe tine după ceva timp.. şi nici tu pe el de altfel...), trebuie să te mai şi cocoti pe tocuri de &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt; centimetri, pentru a putea avea picioare lungi, dar pline de varici în câţiva ani! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Separat de "discursul" de mai sus, eu ador tocurile, mi se par sexy şi feminine, dar unele chiar se încăpăţânează să-ţi facă varză picioarele! Şi-mi dau o stare de iritabilitate, de-mi vine să iau cărămida s-o arunc în prima căpăţână ivită la orizont! Uff.. da' războinică mai sunt şi eu :))  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Toată ideea era că mă dor picioarele, şi am ieşit la "vânătoare" de masaj pentru tălpiţe  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-4960017652636568627?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/4960017652636568627/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/pe-tocuri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4960017652636568627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/4960017652636568627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/pe-tocuri.html' title='Tocurile si tortura'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDPzU4mn4O0/TbHjwB923JI/AAAAAAAABRQ/WFI_txYl1Y4/s72-c/toc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-2212115521958553748</id><published>2011-04-21T21:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:24:17.812+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curatenia lu' peste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6foWETom-I/TbB84tAxsBI/AAAAAAAABRI/YdEQLfrrsww/s1600/004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6foWETom-I/TbB84tAxsBI/AAAAAAAABRI/YdEQLfrrsww/s400/004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598111650418896914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uite ca si Iepurasul de Paste se pune pe curatenie... personala! In palatul meu, perdelele se uita intrebatoare la mine, gresia nespalata isi asteapta mopul in vizita, tavile se pregatesc pentru cozonaci, covoarele sunt cu gandul la aspirator, si eu ma uiti cu o spranceana ridicata la ele si le zic.. hai sictir! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ia spalati-va voi singure! Ca voi nu va duceti zilnic la serviciu, voi stati toata ziua in casa asteptand sa fiti spalate si aranjate! Da' de mine cine mai are grija? Ia sa stau si eu in pat si sa astept sa vina cineva sa-mi faca baie, sa ma pieptene, sa ma aranjeze! Vine? Nu vine nimeni! Asa ca eu de ce sa ma obosesc?!  Mda.. partea proasta e ca daca nu am grija, covoarele, perdelele, vasele.. toate pun la cale o rascoala (mirositoare si nu tocmai placuta), numai buna pentru a-mi strica mie zen-ul personal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inca ma uit cu jale la ele.... nu se nimereste prin zona nimeni cu fobia curateniei, care sa-mi frece podelele pana ramane fara degetele la manuta?! Eu il/o servesc cu un pahar de vin la final, oricum nu o sa aiba cu ce sa-l apuce!! Hahaha.. me baaaad :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-2212115521958553748?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/2212115521958553748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/curatenia-lu-peste.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2212115521958553748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/2212115521958553748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/curatenia-lu-peste.html' title='Curatenia lu&apos; peste!'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6foWETom-I/TbB84tAxsBI/AAAAAAAABRI/YdEQLfrrsww/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322321662961927065.post-3003655648930308303</id><published>2011-04-20T22:56:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:59:04.388+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Plictisita de tot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDnHSq1KAJM/Ta87Mx4L5xI/AAAAAAAABRA/qjRutL9hFQc/s1600/jk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDnHSq1KAJM/Ta87Mx4L5xI/AAAAAAAABRA/qjRutL9hFQc/s400/jk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597757952578283282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sincer m-am plictisit! De toti si toate! De fetele din jur, de vocile pitigaiate, de goana dupa target, nervi, sprancene ridicate, aglomeratie, muzica si informatii in exces, curve prefacute si libidinosi misogini, de oboseala, de durerea de picioare, de fuga dupa bani, prieteni prefacuti, de reclame, de mizerie, de agitatie nefondata, de lipsa multor chesii imateriale...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa stau sa ma odihnesc, sa-mi aud doar gandurile proprii, sa nu mai vad pe nimeni, sa nu ma mai deranjeze nimeni, sa nu ma mai deranjez pe nimeni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar normal ca iar e o faza, si ca maine imi lipesc un zambet pe fata, care ma tine pana imi pune cineva gand rau si mi-l sterge de pe moaca! Dar acum... shhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/322321662961927065-3003655648930308303?l=myyyj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/feeds/3003655648930308303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/plictisita-de-tot.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3003655648930308303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/322321662961927065/posts/default/3003655648930308303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyyj.blogspot.com/2011/04/plictisita-de-tot.html' title='Plictisita de tot'/><author><name>Madalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04080227439850265330</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDnHSq1KAJM/Ta87Mx4L5xI/AAAAAAAABRA/qjRutL9hFQc/s72-c/jk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
