<?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-2689244459609253369</id><updated>2011-11-07T05:16:25.197+02:00</updated><category term='Sublime Waiting for my Ruca Doin&apos; time'/><title type='text'>Departe de casa</title><subtitle type='html'>sau despre cum am inceput sa zbor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5075217776362410341</id><published>2011-10-31T22:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:45:49.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>7 miliarde</title><content type='html'>Astăzi am alfat că populaţia globului a ajuns la imensul număr de 7 miliarde. Mă bucur enorm pentru noul sufleţel ajuns pe această planetă, mă bucur că ONU îi va asigura o bursă din câte am  înţeles destul de consistentă. &lt;div&gt;Dar în schimb mă sperie faptul că am ajuns la 7 milarde. Ştiam că sutem 6, mai mult sau mai puţin. Nu am ştiut că ne apropiem vertiginos de numărul 7! Şi mă sperie acest lucru pentru ştiu că Pământul nu este suficient de mare, ştiu ca sunt oraşe aglomerate ce aduc numai frustrări, ştiu că sunt oameni politici care conduc "Lumea" şi vor să ne împuţineze prin toate mijloacele posibile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Într-un fel îi înţeleg, într-un fel înteleg legea chinezilor de a nu face mai mult de 1-2 copii (dar ei sunt 1 miliard!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi se pare că pe lumea asta sunt oameni iresponsabili care aduc muuulte vieţi pe planetă, care poate distrug acele vieţi si le micşorează şansele la  o viaţă normală şi prosperă......sau poate doar asa trebuie să se învârtă roata!!! Cine ştie!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 miliarde sunt mulţi oameni!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vă las cu 2 articole despre copilaşul cu faimosul număr şi impactul social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adevarul.ro/actualitate/Azi_se_naste_pamanteanul_cu_numarul_7_miliarde_0_581942182.html"&gt;http://www.adevarul.ro/actualitate/Azi_se_naste_pamanteanul_cu_numarul_7_miliarde_0_581942182.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessmagazin.ro/special/ziua-7-miliarde-ce-efecte-are-cresterea-populatiei-lumii-8913210"&gt;http://www.businessmagazin.ro/special/ziua-7-miliarde-ce-efecte-are-cresterea-populatiei-lumii-8913210&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi ce părere aveţi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later edit: incă un link interesant tot de la business magazin. Citiţi si comentariile de sub poze. Extrem de interesant si de şocant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessmagazin.ro/galerie-foto/actualitate/cat-ne-mai-suporta-planeta-galerie-foto-8901576/slide-1"&gt;http://www.businessmagazin.ro/galerie-foto/actualitate/cat-ne-mai-suporta-planeta-galerie-foto-8901576/slide-1&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/2689244459609253369-5075217776362410341?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5075217776362410341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-miliarde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5075217776362410341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5075217776362410341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/7-miliarde.html' title='7 miliarde'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-2958355546852799003</id><published>2011-10-28T13:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:34:49.465+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The song of &amp;nbsp;the week!&lt;br /&gt;La începutul săptămânii am ascultat o melodie care m-a înnebunit pe loc! Nu numai ca instrumentalul este draguţ, versurile sunt cele mai drăgălaşe de pe lumea asta, dar şi clipul lor este demenţial.&lt;br /&gt;Am ascultat-o de câteva ori pe zi de 4 zile încoace! E &amp;nbsp;foarte catchy, e superba!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi pe deasupra au facut si versiunea în engleză si versiunea pentru femei!&lt;br /&gt;Am sa postez toate clipurile, adică vreo 3-4. &amp;nbsp;Răzvan şi Dani de la Antena au facut o parodie la clip de nu am mai putut de râs!!&lt;br /&gt;Merită să ascultaţi melodia celor de la TAXI inclusiv varianta în engleză pentru că sună binişor şi aşa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să aveţi un weekend superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/J0BkdKGPTxw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0BkdKGPTxw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0BkdKGPTxw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varianta cu copii.....supercute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/zBnGJRWTbPE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBnGJRWTbPE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBnGJRWTbPE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English version!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/JzElsOVgAr8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzElsOVgAr8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JzElsOVgAr8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the description of the clip they have a link to their special website, where you can record your own song....jost for your girlfriend! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varianta Razvan si Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/46uVaOwkMbY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46uVaOwkMbY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46uVaOwkMbY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2689244459609253369-2958355546852799003?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2958355546852799003/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2958355546852799003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2958355546852799003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-9036233760538393560</id><published>2011-10-24T21:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:25:08.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Târg de studii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Am descoperit un eveniment destul de important pentru tinerii din Cluj. Nu neaparat pentru stundeţi, cred ca este util pentru orice tânăr din Cluj, fie ca este student anul 1 sau angajat!&lt;br /&gt;Este vorba de un târg de universităţi internaţionale ce vin cu ofertele lor de studii. Iar tu poţi doar să te interesezi de ofertele lor de studii sau să mergi la un mini interviu, sau să participii la workshopuri şi ce o mai fi pe acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare destul de interesant şi de complex acest târg. Se numeşte RIUF si are loc mâine de la 10.00 până la 18.00. Sper să fie de folos, de pe site-ul lor nu mi-am dat seama dacă implică toate domeniile sau nu. Dar &amp;nbsp;mi &amp;nbsp;s-a părut ca indiferent de domeniu merită vizitat acest târg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aici aveţi şi un link către site-ul lor pliiiin de informaţii&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.riuf.ro/index.php"&gt;http://www.riuf.ro/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and think smart! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-9036233760538393560?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/9036233760538393560/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/targ-de-studii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/9036233760538393560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/9036233760538393560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/targ-de-studii.html' title='Târg de studii'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1673715472632060901</id><published>2011-10-22T17:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T17:05:46.737+03:00</updated><title type='text'>new stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;ok, long time no see!&lt;br /&gt;dar de ceva vreme încerc să-mi reorganizez blogul iar cei de la blogspot nu mă lasă....sau eu sunt chiar atât de pastă în ale bloggingului încât nu reuşesc. E posibilă şi a doua variantă! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, new stuff &amp;nbsp;on the block!&lt;br /&gt;Luni va fi ziua micilor povestioare şi a ştirilor....dacă am imaginaţie va fi o povestioară, dacă nu...o ştire interesantă din Cluj&lt;br /&gt;Miercuri- handcraft and cooking....va depinde de starea mea de spirit, sau dacă am gătit ceva de care sunt mândră sau cine ştie ce.....&lt;br /&gt;Vineri- song of the week, adică melodia care m-a obsedat săptămâna cu pricina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus un nou blog cu tema &amp;nbsp;medicinei. Îl voi anunţa în momentul în care va &amp;nbsp;fi gata, până atunci doar atît.....va fi strict medicină!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi cam atît cu noile modificări...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day :)&lt;br /&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/2689244459609253369-1673715472632060901?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1673715472632060901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1673715472632060901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1673715472632060901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-stuff.html' title='new stuff'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-2522296799938253567</id><published>2011-06-28T22:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:50:59.728+03:00</updated><title type='text'>kokomo</title><content type='html'>I had a song ringing in my ears for weeks! And i couldn't remember the words or the song or anything. All i had was the tune and a lyric :)) "pretty mama"  hihihi...that didn't help me at all!&lt;br /&gt;Any way, i tried for a few times to "sing" it to some of my friends ( i really can't sing...i don't have a singing voice, i am allways off key etc.). But no one could remember the name!&lt;br /&gt;and today was my lucky day. I was talking to my mom on the telephone and we were talking about Acapulco, that reminded me of the song...because i know it was a summer beach song about some famous beach....anyway....i sang the song through the telephone and because my mom doesn't have a singing voice....she actualy understood what i was singing..and said  it was something about Bahamas....&lt;br /&gt;So...Youyube is a very good friend of mine.....somehow i found the song.....it was Kokomo by Beach Boys (sooo obvious!) hihihi....&lt;br /&gt;so here it is: &lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9ChADh1zt5I" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sorry for my gramatical mistakes (is that right?) i am trying to level up my english from kinda begginer to intermediate....and that means practice ......in time i will get it all right!&lt;br /&gt;kisses and sleep tight....and have all the wonderful dreams in the world!! &amp;gt;:D&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-2522296799938253567?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2522296799938253567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/kokomo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2522296799938253567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2522296799938253567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/kokomo.html' title='kokomo'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9ChADh1zt5I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1626454604288864058</id><published>2011-06-24T20:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:48:06.981+03:00</updated><title type='text'>kitty song</title><content type='html'>Am dat azi de o melodie geniala!!! &lt;div&gt;scurt pe doi, un tip face o melodie pentru pisica lui care e o pisica oarecare! dar pentru el e aparta!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he thinks it's evil! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he's wrong.....all cats are evil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.....here it is.....the cutest  kitty song that i've heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have fuuuuun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qit3ALTelOo" 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/2689244459609253369-1626454604288864058?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1626454604288864058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/kitty-song.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1626454604288864058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1626454604288864058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/kitty-song.html' title='kitty song'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Qit3ALTelOo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-6741435292962523540</id><published>2011-06-23T23:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:53:03.609+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FOrever loving Beatles</title><content type='html'>In incercarea mea de a invata la Neuro si de a-mi face unghiile in acelasi timp (asta pt ca nu am chef de invatat) am pus si ceva muzica de pe youtube sa se auda pe fundal....&lt;div&gt;Si tot navingand prin minunata lume a clipurilor pe net am dat de ceva documentar in spaniola despre hippioti. Am lasat sa mearga, nu eram eu foarte curioasa...dar la un momentdat se aud pe fundal niste note pe care le iubesc. Imediat imi dau seama ca e vorba de Norwegian wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am avut o perioada acum 2 ani in care am ascultat aceasta melodie non stop! Si nu exagerez. Tot drumul de la Balea lac pana in Brasov eu si Blondu ascultam Norwegian Wood si nu mai puteam de dragul melodiei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca.....impart cu voi aceste note minunate ce-mi alinta urechile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N3cUejOltsA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: singurul defect e ca e PREA SCURTA!!! :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-6741435292962523540?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6741435292962523540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/forever-loving-beatles.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/6741435292962523540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/6741435292962523540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/forever-loving-beatles.html' title='FOrever loving Beatles'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N3cUejOltsA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-9072219403641624870</id><published>2011-06-23T21:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:41:15.418+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese music</title><content type='html'>Acum cativa ani am inceput  sa fac o pasiune penru cultura chineza.&lt;div&gt;Am inceput sa ma interesez de una de alta, sa citesc despre cultura lor, si am si invatat un pic de chineza timp de cateva luni. Atat a durat cursul de chineza. Eu sunt absolut sigura ca o sa revin la acel curs si pana la sfarsitul acestei vieti o sa vorbesc chineza fluent. E mult prea frumoasa ca sa nu fac acest lucru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fie.....tot interesandu-ma de China asta "mica" am dat de un clip pe youtube.Asa de mult imi place melodia si asa de tare ma relaxeaza ca am puso in playlistul de muzica pentru invatzat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2B7_pDP2xS4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: cateodata cand invatz....imi place sa ma joc cu bilele chinezesti....soooo relaxing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-9072219403641624870?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/9072219403641624870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/chinese-music.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/9072219403641624870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/9072219403641624870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/chinese-music.html' title='Chinese music'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2B7_pDP2xS4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1273413129885941897</id><published>2011-06-22T11:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:47:04.568+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop me know</title><content type='html'>Am observat ca melodia asta imi da o viata si o energie si o incredere in sine incredibila!! Asa ca e una din melodiile pe care le ascult inainte de examen pentru ca trebuie sa fiu invincibila. Si sunt invincibila la examene!!&lt;div&gt;Asa ca ma pregatesc intens de cele 2 examene ale mele.....si pe voi va las cu niste adevarati clasici si maestrii ai rockului!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HgzGwKwLmgM" 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/2689244459609253369-1273413129885941897?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1273413129885941897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-stop-me-know.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1273413129885941897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1273413129885941897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/dont-stop-me-know.html' title='Don&apos;t stop me know'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HgzGwKwLmgM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5857080952446938596</id><published>2011-06-21T22:34:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:43:07.695+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the hippies!</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca doar ce am revenit la my old self, am revenit si la anii 60 si 70! &lt;div&gt;De fapt la miscarea hippie si la muzica lor absolut minunata si plina de vibratii benefice ( apropo....mi am amintit de good vibration si acuma nu pot sa mi-o scot din cap! hihi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa...propun deci o melodie din perioada respectiva ce a fost cantata si la magicul festival Woodstock '69!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu daca va amintit de jefferson Airplane dar melodia e posibil sa o recunoasteti pentru ca e meeega cunoscuta (cel putin in cercul meu de prieteni). Iar solista..pe care iar am uitat cum o cheama! e superba! E foarte frumoasa si are o voce de innebunesti! O ador pur si simplu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oricum...puteti sa ascultati si white rabbit sau good shepard care sunt iara superbe....si muuulte altele de la ei daca va place acest stil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somn usor sa aveti...eu mai am de invatat...pentru ca maine am 2 examene una dupa alta~!!! ieeeeeeeei.....:)):))......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's gonna be OK~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OXKEMnDnQ4c" 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/2689244459609253369-5857080952446938596?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5857080952446938596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-hippies.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5857080952446938596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5857080952446938596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-hippies.html' title='Back to the hippies!'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OXKEMnDnQ4c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1454012788693685596</id><published>2011-06-21T15:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:15:58.641+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my blooooogg!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqSGIRpk4YQ/TgCZiULd9pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YjtpYCwJmXo/s1600/IMG_7137.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqSGIRpk4YQ/TgCZiULd9pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YjtpYCwJmXo/s200/IMG_7137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620661149769791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28lHsFIp3CA/TgCYQvSX9II/AAAAAAAAAQY/z2Vw6ekzyRk/s1600/IMG_7135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-28lHsFIp3CA/TgCYQvSX9II/AAAAAAAAAQY/z2Vw6ekzyRk/s200/IMG_7135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620659748297241730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeii.......uite ca imi rup din timpul de invatat k sa scriu!! :))&lt;div&gt;Nu credeam ca o sa fac vreo-data asa ceva....dar sunt super mega ultra binedispusa si fericita si aaaaaaa :)) de toate!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaaa...ok. Sunt atat de bine dispusa pentru ca am descoperit o persoana foarte frumoasa. Nu o cunosc personal, nici nu cred ca o sa am vreodata oportunitatea. E o tipa ce are un channel pe youtube si...are si niste bloguri...si...de fapt e make up artist(ca de la asta a pornit tot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am descoperit-o cautand tutoriale despre diferse "transformari" in personaje disney, din filme sau orice altceva!! Fie...si ma uit la ceva tutoriale de ale ei si vad ca e o tipa like..super mega optimista si mereu zambitoare si  foarte draguta. Si nu in ultimul rand....mega funny!!! facuse machiajul de la poison ivy si vorbea intr-una ciudat, sau era The Queen of Hearts si zicea intr-una replici din film!! Genial!! oricum m-am tot uitat la o mie de clipuri de ale ei.....si mereu ma faceau fericita. Nush ce e cu ele dar constant era fericita dupa ce le vizionam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum....m-a facut sa imi revin (pentru ca eram mega stresata ca am 2 examene intr-o zi si ca nu am invatat suficient..bla bla bla....same old story) si am revenit la starea mea de super happy...si mereu zambitoare si pusa pe shotii si......everything!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bine poate ca au avut un pic de efect si noii mei pantofi pentru nunta lui varu-miu...hihi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am inceput sa dezvolt o pasiune a incaltamintei (ca nu sunt numai pantofi...sunt bocancii, tenesii, slapii etc) si nu stiu cat e de bine din punct de vedere financiar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar nu vreau sa ma abtin si va arat si voua (oricare ati fi  (cu 1 sau cu 2 de i? am uitat!) !!) cele 2 perechi de pantofi!! Una e absolut geniala...si a fost si relativ scumpa....adica scumpa din pct meu de vedere(un pic peste 200 de lei) dar sunt supeeeeeeeeerbi si foarte eleganti! A doua pereche am luat o pentru ca mi s-au parut foarte draguti si m-am gandit ca merg cu bluza mov pe care nu am purtat-o oricum niciodata.....dar au costat 50 de lei!! Cum sa nu-i iau????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pana una alta......v-am lasat ca trebuie sa fug la curs...si sa mi invat la biochimie in timpul cursului =))=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaa...sa nu uit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;link la blogul lui kandee johnson....e o scumpa!! ar putea tine cu siguranta speachuri motivationale!! o ador!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kandeej.com/"&gt;http://kandeej.com/&lt;/a&gt;     acesta e blogul oarecum destinat make-up-ului si fashion-ului.....cred...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kandeelandkandeeland.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kandeelandkandeeland.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;   iar asta e blogul mai personal, apar de foarte multe ori copii ei (are 4) si mno.....e o scumpa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; o gasiti pe youtube.....si e mult mai evidenta personalitatea ei acolo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V-am lasat si o zi superba sa aveti!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revin diseara cu o melodie....reiau proiectul! ;)&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/2689244459609253369-1454012788693685596?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1454012788693685596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-my-blooooogg.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1454012788693685596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1454012788693685596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-to-my-blooooogg.html' title='Back to my blooooogg!!'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gqSGIRpk4YQ/TgCZiULd9pI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YjtpYCwJmXo/s72-c/IMG_7137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-7736859205199447588</id><published>2011-06-01T20:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:13:34.248+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sublime Waiting for my Ruca Doin&apos; time'/><title type='text'>Sublime</title><content type='html'>Sublime e o trupa din SUA cred ca....nu stiu multe despre ei si sincer nici nu ma intereseaza. &lt;div&gt;Ei oricum sunt tari......dar imi place ceva in mod deosebit la ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stii cum e sa iti auzi numele intr-o melodie? Mai ales pentru tipe chestia asta este a totaly turn on!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu cand am auzit melodia ce urmeaza am ramas masca! Nu pentru ca mi-am auzit numele....pentru ca numele meu se gaseste numai la romani (fir-ar sa fie!) si din cate stiu eu nici un muzician autohton nu a cantat vre-o melodie pentru Ruxandre! Daca  nu am dreptate va rog sa ma contraziceti si sa mi demonstrati!! Voi fi mai mult decat fericita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci......tipii astia de la Sublime au scos ei o melodie acu cativa ani foarte ciudata. Adica nu e comerciala si nici foarte usor de digerat, e ciudata pur si simplu! Desi versurile sunt simple si clare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melodia se numeste "Waiting for my Ruca". Ehh....cum sa nu te umlfii in pene cand niste unii s-au apucat ei sa foloseasca cuvantul Ruca cu o anumita semnificatie ( cica girlfriend) avand in vedere ca e un cuvant extrem de rar folosit (am mai intalnit o tipa cu porecla asta, este un personaj de desene prin Spania sau pe nush unde si mai este nush ce sat uitat de lume...sau o chestie de genu asta). Pai cum sa nu-i iubesc pe cei de la Sublime cand imi compun ei melodii!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I8fhyBbkzOg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-ar putea sa ii stiti dupa Doin' time. here it is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HgpnbQVCIvY" 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/2689244459609253369-7736859205199447588?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7736859205199447588/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/sublime.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7736859205199447588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7736859205199447588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/06/sublime.html' title='Sublime'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I8fhyBbkzOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-7005875156548062762</id><published>2011-05-31T18:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:57:43.402+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zilele Clujului</title><content type='html'>Saptamana aceasta e mare festival, si anume Zilele Clujului. Nu stiu daca intamplator sau nu dar precede un si mai mare festival...si anume TIFF-ul.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De dimineata, cam pe la 10 asa, ma indreptam eu grabita spre scoala. Si am avut inspiratia divina sa traversez pentru ca nu venea nici o masina si pentru ca mi-am dat seama ca asta e ocazia mea sa fug de a traversa 3 strazi (in loc de una). Dupa ce ajung fericita pe partea celalalta pentru ca nu am fost amenintata de nici o masina, urc dealul privind prin ochelarii mei roz un ..nene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acest nene imi parea extrem de cunoscut! Din nefericire purta si el ochelari si nu eram sigura daca este el sau nu! Ca sa vad mai bine imi ridic ochelarii si ma uit insistent la el si cu privirea usor incruntata(cred ca asteptam o confirmare).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand imi dau seama ca sunt chiar nesimtita ca ma uit insistent si incruntat, am zis ca macar sa zambesc! SI incerc eu acolo un zambet timid, pentru ca eram sigura ca el este si pentru ca nu stiam cum sa l abordez! Tare mi-as fi dorit sa i spun ca este absolut genial, ca ii ador muzica si ca eu si prietenul meu ne-am indragostit pe muzica lui si a celorlalti de la Pasarea Colibri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era cu siguranta Mircea Vintila, iar in seara asta are concert in Piata Unirii cu multi altii. Aici aveti link pentru mai multe detalii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://folkblog.ro/2011/05/05/muzica-varstei-tale-zilele-clujului/"&gt;http://folkblog.ro/2011/05/05/muzica-varstei-tale-zilele-clujului/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar melodia zilei..este de la Vintila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CKjSLkwx3Ec" 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/2689244459609253369-7005875156548062762?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7005875156548062762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/zilele-clujului.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7005875156548062762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7005875156548062762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/zilele-clujului.html' title='Zilele Clujului'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CKjSLkwx3Ec/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-6209263868909648134</id><published>2011-05-29T19:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:05:46.239+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Usoara perversitate</title><content type='html'>Cred ca am auzit o prima oara in Vama, eram la Stuf. In luna lui august, intr-o fusta lunga cu un maieu cam mulat, desculta si evident deja ametita de alcool (doar e Vama!). &lt;div&gt;Dansam de nu stiu cate ore si din cand in cand mai mergeam la masa sa mai iau o gura de bere sau de cuba libre( nu mai stiu ce aveam la masa). Si la un momentdat incep Kings of Leon. Iar melodia asta are o perversitate in ea.......e oricum despre sex!! adica....obvious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar tot timpul cand o ascult nu pot sa nu mi imaginez 2 trupuri goale, transpirate, rostogolindu-se  intr-o imbratisare poate prea stransa, muscand din trup, cu parul nestatornic  si mereu incurcat in degetele lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totul e plin de pasiune si de dorinta, ca si cum abia acum s-au regasit dupa muuulti ani de cautare disperata. O atmosfera incinsa, tensionata si foarte foarte porn-like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clipul lor este cu o delicata tenta de....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum melodia asta cred ca este special compusa sa turn on every chick alive! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RF0HhrwIwp0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2689244459609253369-6209263868909648134?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6209263868909648134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/usoara-perversitate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/6209263868909648134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/6209263868909648134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/usoara-perversitate.html' title='Usoara perversitate'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RF0HhrwIwp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-8470889342293460574</id><published>2011-05-28T22:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:52:29.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>queen</title><content type='html'>e prea faina melodia ca sa aiba nevoie de descriere&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xtrEN-YKLBM" 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/2689244459609253369-8470889342293460574?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8470889342293460574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/queen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/8470889342293460574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/8470889342293460574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/queen.html' title='queen'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xtrEN-YKLBM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1725237737938586728</id><published>2011-05-27T12:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T12:46:40.470+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Queensryche</title><content type='html'>Veneam de la scoala in amiaza asta, cu castile in urechi si cu mintea in alte lumi. Si incep sa dau skip, skip, skip pt ca melodiile ce au urmat erau prea......lente.&lt;div&gt;Si dau de o melodie care imi place la nebunie. De ce? Pentru ca are acel tip de versuri care te inalta, iti dau putere, incredere, siguranta de sine. Ce mai......iti dau aripi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincer nu stiu cat e de cunoscuta trupa pentru ca eu nu ii prea ascult, oricum nu in mod regular ( cum fac cu Pink Floydu sau cu Beatles). Dar din cate am inteles de la un prieten foarte bun(care mi-a si facut cunostinta cu muzica lor) cand au venit in Romania a fost ceva lume la concertul ala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E foarte fain sa mergi cu "Some people fly"  in ureche prin Parcul central, prin caldura, traversand raul, cu vantul prin par gandindu-te cat de bun medic o sa fii peste 2 ani :)):))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i2-yUz3xLwY" 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/2689244459609253369-1725237737938586728?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1725237737938586728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/queensryche.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1725237737938586728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1725237737938586728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/queensryche.html' title='Queensryche'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i2-yUz3xLwY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-373426708958332681</id><published>2011-05-26T15:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:50:58.139+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda bicicletelor.</title><content type='html'>In ultimul an  de zile am observat o invazie a bicicletelor. &lt;div&gt;La orice ora din zi  vezi biciclisti pe strada. Fie cu bicicletele proprii fie inchiriate de la Student O'Bike fie de la I love Velo.  Am observat ca aceasta moda a atins in mod special sexul feminin (ca sa vezi! ). Din ce in ce mai multe fete apar pe biciclete, fie spre scoala fie in oras. Mai ales cand se duc in oras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se imbraca frumos, cu fustita si tocuri....sau oricum o incaltaminte feminina (nu toate poarta tocuri) eventual cu o palariora, urcate pe o bicicleta de oras cu ghidon inalt astfel ca au o pozitie cat mai dreapta. Pedaleaza fie pe trotuar fie pe banda de biciclete (cele mai curajoase) mandre ca au bicicleta lor. O leaga cu un lant oarecare si urca in bar pline de gingasie si delicatete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ma deranjeaza acest lucru, doar am constat un trend boho chic sau french girl cu o bicicleta atasata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astfel am reusit sa ma urc si eu pe bicicleta mea veche de 10 ani, sa o aduc cumva in Cluj si sa incep sa ma plimb prin oras. Desi nu ma incadrez in tipar pt ca eu am un MountainBike veeeechi si roz siclam :)):))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incepe sa imi semene a o tentativa de Olanda. Macar suntem ECO, facem un pic de miscare in fiecare zi si incercam sa nu poluam mai mult decat este deja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incurajez  mersul pe bicicleta si tot ce e frumos in asta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o cunostinta a scris si ea de curand despre aceeasi lucru, doar alta abordare....mai fashion :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittenhood.wordpress.com/2011/05/26/girls-with-bikes/"&gt;http://kittenhood.wordpress.com/2011/05/26/girls-with-bikes/&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/2689244459609253369-373426708958332681?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/373426708958332681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/moda-bicicletelor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/373426708958332681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/373426708958332681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/moda-bicicletelor.html' title='Moda bicicletelor.'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5619089582367167935</id><published>2011-05-26T11:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:48:06.440+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On a different note...</title><content type='html'>Cateodata e asa de greu sa te trezesti dimineata incat indiferent de cat este de insistenta pisica, de cat de mult iti suna alarma la telefon, de faptul ca fratele tau te trezeste sa l ajuti cu ceva, tu te intorci in pat cu corpul greoi, cu pleoapele gata inchise si cu picioarele fara vlaga pregatita sa adormi imediat. &lt;div&gt;Si uite asa nu mai ajungi la scoala (noroc ca am avut numai cursuri) si te trezesti aproape de amiaza constienta ca nu ai facut nimic si ca ai pierdut o dimineata frumoasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Asa ca am pornit inca un episod de LOST care devine iar interesant, si mananc si eu de dimineatza etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am pus sa "faisbucuiesc" un pic si am ascultat o melodie postata de un amic. Nu e chiar stilul meu dar nu era rea. Oricum, m-a dus cu gandul la alta melodie din acelasi gen si culmea, pe care o stiu tot de la tipul asta. Iar versurile sunt......sublime! Un mesaj atat de puternic si un instrumental care se imbina perfect. Reteta de tripat, de hipnotizat, de "zburat".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va las cu FloBots si "no handlebars" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/waRtcBy_GMI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, look at me&lt;br /&gt;hands in the air like it's good to be&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;and I'm a famous rapper&lt;br /&gt;even when the paths're all crookedy&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how to do-si-do&lt;br /&gt;I can show you how to scratch a record&lt;br /&gt;I can take apart the remote control&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost put it back together&lt;br /&gt;I can tie a knot in a cherry stem&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you about Leif Ericson&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to "De Colores"&lt;br /&gt;And "I'm Proud to be an American"&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend saw a platypus&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend made a comic book&lt;br /&gt;And guess how long it took&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything that I want cuz, look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep rhythm with no metronome&lt;br /&gt;No metronome&lt;br /&gt;No metronome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see your face on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone&lt;br /&gt;On the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Just called to say that it's good to be&lt;br /&gt;ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;In such a small world&lt;br /&gt;I'm all curled up with a book to read&lt;br /&gt;I can make money open up a thrift store&lt;br /&gt;I can make a living off a magazine&lt;br /&gt;I can design an engine sixty four&lt;br /&gt;Miles to a gallon of gasoline&lt;br /&gt;I can make new antibiotics&lt;br /&gt;I can make computers survive aquatic conditions&lt;br /&gt;I know how to run a business&lt;br /&gt;I can make you wanna buy a product&lt;br /&gt;Movers shakers and producers&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends understand the future&lt;br /&gt;I see the strings that control the systems&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no assistance&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can lead a nation with a microphone&lt;br /&gt;With a microphone&lt;br /&gt;With a microphone&lt;br /&gt;And I can split the atom of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;Of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;Of a molecule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Driving and I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good to be&lt;br /&gt;Alive and on top&lt;br /&gt;My reach is global&lt;br /&gt;My tower secure&lt;br /&gt;My cause is noble&lt;br /&gt;My power is pure&lt;br /&gt;I can hand out a million vaccinations&lt;br /&gt;Or let'em all die in exasperation&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all healed of their lacerations&lt;br /&gt;Have'em all killed by assassination&lt;br /&gt;I can make anybody go to prison&lt;br /&gt;Just because I don't like'em and&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with no permission&lt;br /&gt;I have it all under my command&lt;br /&gt;Because I can guide a missile by satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;By satellite&lt;br /&gt;And I can hit a target through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;Through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;And I can end the planet in a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;In a holocaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ride my bike with no handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;br /&gt;No handlebars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-5619089582367167935?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5619089582367167935/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-different-note.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5619089582367167935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5619089582367167935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-different-note.html' title='On a different note...'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/waRtcBy_GMI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5726819800321673076</id><published>2011-05-25T19:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:25:25.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'>atat de?</title><content type='html'>Pentru astazi propun un artist. &lt;div&gt;Ieri dupa ce am ascultat Vasile Mardare intr-una, tot clickuind pe youtube am dat de o piesa pe care nu am mai ascultat-o de ceva vreme. E cantata de Alina Manole, care este tot folkista (as putea spune) iar tipa e super talentata din punctul meu de vedere. Melodia e meeega draguta si simpatica si amuzanta, iar duetul cu Daniel Fat este absolut minunat. Fac un cuplu genial si nu ma pot satura de cantecul lor odata ce ii dau play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CnWvcr5roXY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cea de-a doua melodie de la acelasi artist (pentru ca am 2 melodii indragite de la ea) mi-a sunat in cap toata ziua si  l-am fredonat aproape non stop. Am ascultat-o aseara de vreo 20 de ori pana sa ajung la un oarecare grad de saturatie. Si ca orice om indragostit nebuneste adora melodiile romantice. Aceasta este una dintre ele si are un refren ce nu te lasa sa-l uiti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3krUoq-deC4" 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/2689244459609253369-5726819800321673076?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5726819800321673076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/atat-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5726819800321673076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5726819800321673076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/atat-de.html' title='atat de?'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CnWvcr5roXY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-2047126690296329126</id><published>2011-05-24T21:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:27:12.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantecul nr 2</title><content type='html'>M-am tot gandit azi ce melodie sa recomand pt ziua numarul 2. Si m-am tot gandit eu si parca nici una nu mi placea. Ori erau prea cunoscute, ori nu eram asa e frumoase, ori ori ori.....&lt;div&gt;Am avut o idee la un momendat foarte buna pe care o uitasem pana in momentul aceasta ( acum in timp ce scriam mi-am amintit de ea :)) ).&lt;br /&gt;Ma hotarasc sa dechid Youtoube-ul sa dau drumul la muzica in timp ce invatz la Radio, si vad la sugestii o meldie pe care nu am mai ascultat-o de mult si este cumplit de frumoasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cantata (nu stiu daca si compusa) de Vasile Mardare, printre cei mai buni folkisti ai nostrii as putea spune. Am facut cunostinta cu muzica lui acum 3 ani (deja?! ) de la un amic Geo ce canta la chitara "Nici o carte". Ulterior am dat de melodie "Iarna in Ardeal" care m-a uns la suflet, m-a inmuiat, m-a emotionat pana la lacrimi. Atunci m-am indragostit complet de muzica lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru seara asta am varianta din concert a cantecului "Nici o carte" . Auditie placuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eU5fH6JPCqQ" 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/2689244459609253369-2047126690296329126?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2047126690296329126/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/cantecul-nr-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2047126690296329126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2047126690296329126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/cantecul-nr-2.html' title='Cantecul nr 2'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eU5fH6JPCqQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1841986126031074754</id><published>2011-05-23T21:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:38:52.551+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A song a day</title><content type='html'>M-am hotarat eu azi asa....sa incep o noua chestie care sa tina timp de o luna. Apoi incep sesiunea si chiar o sa iau eu o pauza.&lt;div&gt;Proiect nou? Dap. Proiectul meu consta in a posta o melodie pe zi care imi place mie mult, sau care am descoperit o recent, sau care ma binedispune pe mine in ziua respectiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pt seara asta am o melodie tare draguta. E cantata de niste britanici, e unpluged (cred :) ) si are un fel de aer de Beatles dar nu chiar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adica are asa o puritate si o inocenta tare draguta care apare in cateva din melodiile beatleshilor (hihi) si imi da o stare atat de placuta si de romantica.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am primit link cu melodia asta acum .....jumatate de an cred, de la prietenul meu. Asa ca maaare semnificatie sentimentala are :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bine, lasand vorba deoparte dau drumul la boxe si ascult &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AfI_dcH1d9U" 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/2689244459609253369-1841986126031074754?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1841986126031074754/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1841986126031074754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1841986126031074754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-day.html' title='A song a day'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AfI_dcH1d9U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-4346752318207609784</id><published>2011-02-25T22:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:34:00.883+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ro    Botzi</title><content type='html'>In fiecare joi seara, pe magnificul Youtube apare un nou episod din mega, megnifica, excelenta serie "youtubista" ROBOTZI!&lt;br /&gt;Baietii astia de la Creative Monkeys chiar au talent. Mini serialul are un aer de Machinarium ( cum sa nu ii iubesti daca baga faze machinarium? yaammyyyy) dar cu spirit 100% romanesc. Cand sigla este banana si cheia franceza, cand ai doi robotzi ratati iar limba selectata romana......este aproape sigur ca razi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca va las sa va delectati cu ultimul episod aparut aseara tarzzziiiuuuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;Nu este cel  mai bun, dar are cateva replici epice si pline de substanta romaneasca. Recomand a fi vizioanate episodul pilod, vin si prieten........cele mai bune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6eII9UAJt5U" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iertati  greselile....comp-ul lui tata, nu is obisnuita.....mi scuzi mi scuzi&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later edit: se pare ca linkul  din februarie nu mai merge...asa ca pun un link direct la ultimul episod de pe site-ul celor de la creative monkeys  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativemonkeyz.com/roboti/robotzi-s01-ep18-control/"&gt;http://creativemonkeyz.com/roboti/robotzi-s01-ep18-control/&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/2689244459609253369-4346752318207609784?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4346752318207609784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/ro-botzi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/4346752318207609784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/4346752318207609784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/ro-botzi.html' title='Ro    Botzi'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6eII9UAJt5U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-7884102974752225212</id><published>2011-02-24T20:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:58:41.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Handmade</title><content type='html'>Toata povestea mea cu brosele de fetru, cu tehnica servetelului, cu tentativele de decor au pornit de la simpla nevoie da a ma exprima.  Pentru ca niciodata nu am avut voce de cantat (doar de vorbit), niciodata nu am avut talent la desen, sau un talent in general, am simtit ca nu pot impartasii cu lumea ceea ce simt! Iar eu simt si traiesc totul foarte intens, pana la lacrimi doar pentru ca cei doi catei atat de draguti s-au ajutat unul pe celalalt intr-un mod extraordinar. Am incercat sa imi exprim trairile prin fotografie, dar cu timpul toti cei din jurul meu erau pasionati de fotografie, aveau aparate semi-profi si faceau cursuri si se laudau care mai de care face poze mai frumoase. Am simtit ca efectiv mi-au furat "chestia".....acea originalitatea a mea. AStfel m-am lasat eu incet incet de arta fotografica! (inca incerc sa fac poze de bun simt si cat mai artistice, dar nu ma mai consider deosebita...nimic mai mult)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ajutorul unui site minunat am descoperit un fel de arta prin care pot sa ma exprim, pot sa imi las imaginatia sa zboare si toate cele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.breslo.ro/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunt foarte draguti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tre sa plec....vin prietenii pentru o seara friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BRESLO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-7884102974752225212?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7884102974752225212/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/handmade.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7884102974752225212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7884102974752225212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/handmade.html' title='Handmade'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3661563766561926061</id><published>2011-02-23T16:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:43:00.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oer5w5QN2UU/TWUc6gqVESI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BpykcYVN4Zk/s1600/P2170106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oer5w5QN2UU/TWUc6gqVESI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BpykcYVN4Zk/s200/P2170106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576895505093693730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUaHst9PTOI/TWUc6KSkHXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fwu3LV7rxrI/s1600/P2170099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUaHst9PTOI/TWUc6KSkHXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fwu3LV7rxrI/s200/P2170099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576895499088436594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_BgorqRXX0/TWUc5-nbX7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/wiIHToq0dwA/s1600/P2170098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_BgorqRXX0/TWUc5-nbX7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/wiIHToq0dwA/s200/P2170098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576895495954718642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vz0p0N0gNiM/TWUc5twDJPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xn5FKs0v_1U/s1600/P2170091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vz0p0N0gNiM/TWUc5twDJPI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xn5FKs0v_1U/s200/P2170091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576895491427476722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHmm.....m-am tot gandit ce sa zic azi.....si cam nimic nu mi-a venit in cap.&lt;div&gt;Ieri...nu am postat pentru ca.....efectiv nu am avut timp.....drumul spre casa......discutiile cu ai mei.....apoi in oras la niste bere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trebuie sa recunosc ca e fenomenal sa ai niste prietenii cu care razi intr-una. Si pentru ei postez cateva poze! Le inchin lor intregul topic pentru ziua de ieri, pentru ca efectiv "they made my day!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru azi......hhmm...,nu pot sa zic decat ca abia astept sa ma duc  la o piesa de teatru! Vineri se va juca " Fanteziile sexuale ale sotului meu m-au innebunit" , piesa care este grozav de haioasa, o comedie foarte bine jucata (sau cel putin asa au spus prietenii mei ce au vazut piesa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's it for today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3661563766561926061?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3661563766561926061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3661563766561926061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3661563766561926061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oer5w5QN2UU/TWUc6gqVESI/AAAAAAAAAOc/BpykcYVN4Zk/s72-c/P2170106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3694582443921017974</id><published>2011-02-21T21:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:56:25.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aoTeWFFonE/TWLDXeEwLQI/AAAAAAAAANs/UQgPxBbV41I/s1600/IMG_7045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aoTeWFFonE/TWLDXeEwLQI/AAAAAAAAANs/UQgPxBbV41I/s200/IMG_7045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576234096615501058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZc_PB_nuXU/TWLDXJCdx1I/AAAAAAAAANk/MNFL0E2hmJQ/s1600/numauita_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FZc_PB_nuXU/TWLDXJCdx1I/AAAAAAAAANk/MNFL0E2hmJQ/s200/numauita_tn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576234090968762194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnQigExDrY/TWLDWyyMflI/AAAAAAAAANc/wXs6ULNONhM/s1600/IMG_7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnQigExDrY/TWLDWyyMflI/AAAAAAAAANc/wXs6ULNONhM/s200/IMG_7054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576234084994940498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva vreme  eu m-am apucat de ceva supranumit de mine homemade stuff. Adica m-am hotarat sa mi fac propriile bijuterii, sa fac cadourile pentru ceilati etc.&lt;div&gt;Asa ca am transformat o camee din pandativ in brosa si -am apucat de lucrat in fetru. Am postat acum cateva zile o brosa floarea soarelui pe care o port cu mandrie la fularul meu rosu in asteptarea primaverii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi ofer o camee delicata, fragila, plina de feminitate, ce abia asteapta sa fie protejata pe pieptul unei domnisoare frumoase.( adica eu! nu va ganditi ca e de vanzare!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si o mica floare de "nu ma uita" prinsa de haina gri, trista si acoperita de zapada. Floare ce va aduce un pic de primavara si te va face sa nu uiti ca mereu vine soarele  pe strada ta.&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/2689244459609253369-3694582443921017974?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3694582443921017974/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3694582443921017974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3694582443921017974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aoTeWFFonE/TWLDXeEwLQI/AAAAAAAAANs/UQgPxBbV41I/s72-c/IMG_7045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-414470042896998275</id><published>2011-02-21T08:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:12:39.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>daa..stiu am sarit peste zilele respective/.....&lt;div&gt;dar asta doar pentru ca am avut examen, apoi somnul bine meritat si curatenia generala post-sesiune!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dar  acuma ma revansez, si propun 1 clip pentru ziua 3. Eu si cativa colegi de ai mei(buni prieteni de altfel)  tot cantam o melodie tampita! Melodia nu are nimic interesant, nici un mesaj, nimic atractiv! Cu  o exceptie...din cand in cand apare versul "Barbara Streisand" asa din neant! E absolut hilar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cei de la Booha College au facut un cover/parodie dupa originala. Iar noi cum merem destul de des sa bem in Booha le facem publicitate! (poate primim si noi bere gratis haha!!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca.......pentru Stela Popescu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZA9Ad9CE7-I" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pentru ziua 4 propun tot un clip, dar mai cu substrat! Acum ca s-a terminat sesiunea si am o saptamana vacanta, ma duc acasa pentru ca m-au chemat parintii!.....Bine, nu e chiar asta motivul, ideea e ca ma intorc in Brasov pentru vreo 5 zile, nu mai mult. Si in weekendul ce urmeaza o sa fie un mic fest. Un bar destul de ok din Brasov s-a dezvoltat foarte tare in ultima perioada. COncerte peste concerte, mini fest-uri de weekend si de toate! Eu sunt super mega fericita sa vad ca ceva misca si in orasul ala amarat! Nu e chiar amarat dar in ceea ce priveste muzica rock si industria muzicala e cam.......lent! Asa ca in prima zi a festivalului o sa ma duc si eu, pentru ca o sa cante niste prieteni veeeeechi de ai mei care au trupa de vreo 3 ani de zile si eu nu am apucat nici un concert de-al lor! So......Rockstadt fest  ( stiati deja de el nu? hihi) in 25-26 februarie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8RsBtiRdQrI" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si inca un lucru. Tot in Brasov va fi un targ de carte international la care imi place sa particip(adica ma duc si vad ce carti gasesc) atunci cand se intampla sa il nimeresc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun:  &lt;a href="http://www.iubescbrasovul.ro/evenimente/targ/targul-international-de-carte-si-muzica-brasov-2011.htm"&gt;http://www.iubescbrasovul.ro/evenimente/targ/targul-international-de-carte-si-muzica-brasov-2011.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revin pe seara cu ceva pentru ziua de azi! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-414470042896998275?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/414470042896998275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-and-4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/414470042896998275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/414470042896998275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-and-4.html' title='Day 3 and 4'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZA9Ad9CE7-I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-480036689667641745</id><published>2011-02-18T22:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:59:26.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>Azi postez foarte foarte tarziu pentru ca maine am examen, deci....am fost un pic stresata si cu gandul in alta parte!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar de cateva ori m-am gandit la ce o sa postez azi si mi-am amintit de campania de la radio Zu impotriva etnobotanicelor. O initiativa foarte buna avand in vedere multitudinea de cazuri de  intoxicatie cu etnobotanice in randul tinerilor! Recunosc ca am incercat si eu data, curiozitatea e mare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar durerea de cap de dupa si starea de mahmureala acuta ce a durat aproximativ 3-4 zile nu merita acele 2 ore de "high" (daca au fost 2 ore, mie mi s-a parut si mai mult, dar cred ca a fost mult redus!). Oricum a fost o experienta pe care nu am vrut sa o repet. Prefer sa beau un Cuba libre si sa ma simt bine intreaga seara, decat sa fumez o planta sintetica pentru 30 de minute de delir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideea e ca proiectul impotriva etnobotanicelor initiat in Iasi, a ajuns si la Boc. S-a discutat in Parlament si au ajuns la o concluzie...sa faca ceva! Momentan vor doar sa limiteze comercializarea lor! Eu sincer....sper sa o limiteze de tot!!! Sa dispara din tara aceste "satanobotanice" (expresie utilizata de cei de la ZU).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paginamedicala.ro/stiri-medicale/Plan-concret-impotriva-etnobotanicelor_-aprobat-de-Guvern_11273/"&gt;http://www.paginamedicala.ro/stiri-medicale/Plan-concret-impotriva-etnobotanicelor_-aprobat-de-Guvern_11273/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;mic reportaj despre&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-hZvzd2SGQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-hZvzd2SGQ&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; si despre radio ZU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-480036689667641745?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/480036689667641745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/480036689667641745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/480036689667641745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-6800070031089220629</id><published>2011-02-17T13:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:36:53.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuWpTadCNw8/TV0ITo-zrVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6powYKckJZg/s1600/IMG_7058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuWpTadCNw8/TV0ITo-zrVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6powYKckJZg/s200/IMG_7058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574621047265930578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am observat la cateva bloguri pe care le urmaresc, ca in luna februarie au facut un lucru interesant.&lt;div&gt;Au pornit un fel de proiect, sa-i zicem proiect, numit "Thing a day" in care posteaza ceva in fiecare zi! Eu sunt o intarziata ca de obicei.....dar mno....promit ca o sa tina mai mult decat doar luna februarie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru azi m-am gandit ca ar fi frumos sa impartasesc noua mea pasiune...sau my new thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ceva vreme cochetez cu ideea de homemade, si incet incet se contureaza cate ceva! Nu vrea sa incep o afacere, sau prostii de genu asta, doar de amuzament, de selfsuficient, si pentru cadouri. Am descoperit ca imi place foarte mult sa lucrez cu fetru. E extrem de simplu, foarte maleabil, si greselile par dragalase, nu urate! Oricum, am incercat cateva chestii....iar ultima "creatie" este o brosa floarea soarelui, pe care am sa o port cu mandrie in frigul sfartului de iarna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o poza cu mica mea floricica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-6800070031089220629?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/6800070031089220629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/thing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/6800070031089220629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/6800070031089220629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/02/thing-day.html' title='Thing a day'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BuWpTadCNw8/TV0ITo-zrVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6powYKckJZg/s72-c/IMG_7058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5590687833516033308</id><published>2011-01-31T19:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:07:46.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicala</title><content type='html'>O noua zi de scoala ce ma asteptam sa fie ca toate celelalte.&lt;div&gt;A inceput la fel! Trezirea cu intarziere de 20 de minute decat imi planificasem, dusul de dimineatza, uscatul parului, intarzierea la scoala cu aproximativ 30 de minute. E o zi obisnuita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar, azi am schimbat asistentul de grupa! L-am sunat din timp pe Radu sa-l intreb cu cine facem de azi inainte si mi-a spus un nume.....initial nu am facut nici o legatura intre numele respectiv si ganduri si pareri din capul meu(pentru ca nu erau ganduri sau pareri legate de acel nume! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ma grabeam spre scoala, si incep si ma intreb.....oare nu e vorba de medicul despre care vorbea Mihaela la inceputul stagiului? Despre ea era vorba sau incurc eu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIE! Ajung la scoala, ma schimb, dau de colegi....ii intreb daca stiu unde o gasim....."Ok, sus la etaj"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Adina, unde esti? Sus? Unde am fost la pneumonii? Cu Paul si PROFA???"VENIM!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ne-am intalnit si cu minunata doamna doctor care va fi asistent de grupa pt urmatoarele 2 saptamani!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN  SFARSIT am facut scoala! Am profitat de aproape toate cele 3 ore de stagiu! Am ramas cu multe din stagiul acesta! Macar o gandire cat de cat de internist, de diagnostic diferentiat! Atatea luni de scoala irosite pe holurile spitalurilor, tocind carti si idei aruncate de medici spre noi, fara a da o explicatie logica si clara! Ei...nu toti au fost asa! Dar nici unul ca aceasta minunata Doamna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In sfarsit, multumita de stilul pedagogic, si sper sa profit cat mai mult de aceasta "Asista".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu drag, un student de rand al Medicinei&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/2689244459609253369-5590687833516033308?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5590687833516033308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/01/medicala.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5590687833516033308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5590687833516033308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/01/medicala.html' title='Medicala'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3767507072942144064</id><published>2011-01-23T23:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:28:45.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>hhmm.....de unde sa incep? de la faptul ca o buna parte din timp am fost multumita de mine, de cat am crescut, de cum am crescut....fara sa mai fac vreo introspectie, macar de 1 minut!&lt;div&gt;Si a venit ziua mea, care m-a dat peste cap(ca in fiecare an de altfel) pentru ca am implinit 24 de ani. Si ma asteptam ca pana la varsta asta sa realizez si eu mai multe! Sa fac, sa dreg, sa stiu, sa cunosc, sa am o reputatie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de facut nu am facut nimic special in afara de eterna facultate(care nu e cine stie ce...pentru ca toti in jurul meu o fac), nu am dres nimic....nici macar notele de la scoala, de stiut poate stiu ceva mai multe decat anul trecut, de cunoscut nu am cunoscut mai multe, cu atat mai putin in ceea ce priveste "strainatatea", iar reputatia......e aceeasi....de o aiurita lenesa care nu se tine de cuvant decat rareori!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca,.....de ziua mea mi-am zis ca tre sa fac ceva in privinta asta! Mai am de crescut mult si bine! Cu acordul mamei profit de ea si de nasa mea si la vara plec in Grecia cu "babele".......macar mai vad si eu ce mai e pe lumea asta......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ssiiii......cel mai important.....incerc sa ma tin de cuvant si sa ma mobilizez! Iar daca reusesc asta pana anul viitor...in decembrie.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inseamna ca am mai crescut un pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;macar......anul asta sunt iubita si iubesc :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3767507072942144064?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3767507072942144064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/01/none.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3767507072942144064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3767507072942144064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2011/01/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1700453057320105471</id><published>2010-12-17T19:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T19:42:11.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fel de nostalgie...</title><content type='html'>Dupa o zi plina de facut curatenie in casa, de facut cadourile de Craciun, de mangaiat pisica bolnava si indurerata, m-am hotarat ca e momentul sa aduc hainele in casa!&lt;div&gt;Mai ales pt ca sunt -15 grade afara si cu siguranta nu  o sa se usuce la temperatura asta. Aduc suportul de haine...sau cum s-o numii chestia aia mare si enervanta pe care iti pui hainele la uscat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma chinui sa trec cu el de  usa de la intrare si atunci aud haine cum trosnesc! Pun mana pe ele, sunt bocna! Inghetate! Si mi am amitit de minunatul sunet din copilarie care ma facea sa mi dau seama cat ii de frig afara cand inghetau blugii pe mine!  Sau cand adunam hainele de pe balconul de servici si ma chinuiam sa le indoi pe umarul meu ca sa fie mai usor de carat in casa! Dintr-o data mi s a facut dor de iernile din Brasov cand eram mica si ningea ca in povesti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2689244459609253369-1700453057320105471?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1700453057320105471/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-fel-de-nostalgie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1700453057320105471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1700453057320105471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-fel-de-nostalgie.html' title='Un fel de nostalgie...'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5052908612427004074</id><published>2010-12-06T12:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:27:54.048+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Great escape!</title><content type='html'>Sambata am gatat sesiunea! Ultimul examen, cel de oncologie, a fost .........a fost! Nu am cuvinte sa l descriu.....pentru ca nu pot zice ca a fost prea usor...dar nici greu....de fapt/.......imi era semi-indiferent! Fie.....am scos-o la capat cu examenul ala.....si eram mega fericita ca e gata sesiunea~!!! si pentru un pic peste 24 de ore nu mai am nici un stres! nici o obligatie! era LIBERA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma intalnesc cu iubitul meu si incepem sa ne gandim ce facem diseara....ca doar trebe sa petrecem! O sun pe Anaida, la dracu! e in brasov! Toti colegii de faculta care imi sunt si prieteni aveau alte planuri! Naspa treaba.....O sun pe Ana pentru ca imi era dor de ea si deja eram depresiva ca nu putem sa ne distram ca lumea! Adica pot sa ies numa eu cu McGuiver.....dar ........avem nevoie si de alti oameni ca sa ne distram hardcore din cand in cand! Si Ana imi spune ca in Brasov ninge de zor, cu fulgi mari, de poveste! La naiba.....frustrarea creste, ia amploare, si incepe sa aiba putere! I hate it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoi urmeaza momentul genial care fura toata puterea frustrarii! HAI LA BRASOV!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa cateva minute in care McGuiver m-a convins sa mergem, am hotarat sa luam masina! Fuck the money!Let's go!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am plecat spre Brasov,ne-a prins ploaia pe drum, dar ne-am descurcat! Am luat si niste prunci ce faceau stopu pana in Tg Mures, dar a fost ok!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu cat ne apropiam mai mult de Brasov, cu atat nu mai aveam rabdare! Amortisem pe scaunu ala, vroiam sa vad zapada, si in jurul meu era numai ploaie! Intr-un final intram in judet, nu mai e mult!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa x ore, ajungem si la Brasov!!!! Nebunie~!!! Inca ningea, totul era inzapezit! Copacii erau aplecatii de atata zapada grea si coplesitoare! Era minunat!!! Atata zapada in jurul meu ma facea sa tremur de bucurie!! Am ajuns acasa, am stat cu mami un pic, am mancat un pic.....si apoi....LA ZAPADA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In drum spre centru sa ne intalnim cu diversi sa bem, ne-am bulgarit, ne-am sapunit, ne-am alergat!! A fost minunat! Totul era alb, zapada scartaia sub bocanci, mainile dureau de la frig, iar caciula tot cadea de pe cap! Am ajuns in bar plini de zapada! Ne-am opritin fata barului, ne-am scuturat caciulile, manusile, fularele si gecile de zapada! Parul meu era ud cu bucati enorme de zapada in el!! O minunatie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa muuuulte ore de vorbit si de baut....si de baut....am plecat si noi spre casa!  Atunci McGuiver si Bik au inceput sa arunce cu bulgari dupa masini, eu nu mai eram in stare sa fac un bulgar! Si tot drumul ne-am bulgarit cumva cumva......Mcguiver m-a dat cu capul de pereti....la propriu! de ce?? Din greseala! :)) Noroc ca nu m-am invinetit tare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum...am ajuns acasa....am dormit...si a 2 a zi am plecat la Cluj! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fost o escapada grozava! Mi-am incarcat bateriile si am putere acum sa incep noul modul! Sa fac fata programului supraincarcat si tot! uuff......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abia astept sa ajunga zapada si la Cluj! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-5052908612427004074?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5052908612427004074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-escape.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5052908612427004074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5052908612427004074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-escape.html' title='Great escape!'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3231403685989740752</id><published>2010-11-24T23:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:09:23.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>portocaliu~~~~</title><content type='html'>Doamne ce face o sesiune enervanta si o melodie potrivita!!&lt;div&gt;Cu creionul meu portocaliu m am reapucat de scris!!! si nimic nu ma face mai fericita decat sa vad cum imi alinta degetele portocaliul si le face sa zburde pe foaie in timp ce in urechi imi suna "beat cu sufletul plin am vrut sa mai beau o sticla de vin!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yESfLEHI04?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7yESfLEHI04?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3231403685989740752?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3225064375851660753</id><published>2010-10-19T17:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:00:05.458+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bare necessities</title><content type='html'>O frumoasa melodie interpretata de un om minunat.&lt;div&gt;Acum am descoperit-o si imi da viata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXwEBp3cKfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXwEBp3cKfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" 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type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/10/bare-necessities.html' title='Bare necessities'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1923039075119263908</id><published>2010-10-19T10:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T17:14:32.404+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arad-Cluj via Deva</title><content type='html'>M-am hotarat sa scriu un pic despre drumurile romanesti....&lt;div&gt;Nu de dragul de a-i injura pe retardatii care nu stiu sa faca un drum normal, sa termine autostrazile la timp, si sa faca un asfalt bun.........ci de dragul celor care vor citii .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca pleaca la drum si aleg unul din traseele strabatute de mine sa stie la ce sa se astepte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am plecat din Arad....mergand pe centura  ca am zis ca nu are rost sa ne bagam prin oras. Drumul bun, relativ liber....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toate au fost frumoase pana la Deva, asfaltul destul de ok, semitrafic semiliber....(era duminica dupa-amiaza). In momentul in care am intrat in Deva au inceput problemele....In Deva se lucreaza cam de jumate de an( adica de atata timp stiu eu)  si peste tot se mere cam pe o singura banda. Trafic enorm, aglomerat, plin de denivelari. Plus......indicatoarele puse ca dracu! Noi stiam ca trebuie sa o luam spre Simeria, Sebes, ALba......iar indicatoarele  chiar la iesirea din Deva ne trimiteau inapoi in oras!!!! Like......WTF???? dar de acolo venim....ce plm aveti cu noi????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am tras intr-o parcare de la un hyper market si am intrebat acolo pe unde.....Oamenii ne-au confirmat ca spre Simeria e bine....si ne-am relaxat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bun.......de acolo drumul a fost asa si asa...nici excelent nici prost...tipic romanesc. Indicatoarele erau toate de localitatile apropiate.....gen simeria si sebes.....punct......Bine ca stim cat de cat geografie  :)):))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mda.........dupa ce am prins un pic blocaj la Sebes....ca altfel nu se poate in zona respectiva.....mereu e blocaj.....dupa ce pe traseu am dat de zone cu semafoare, totul in constructii....dar macar vor sa para ca se face ceva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am intrat in sebes...si acolo am dat de un indicator foarte frumos...care iti zice ca trebuie sa ocolesti prin sibiu daca vrei sa meri la alba.....apoi la cluj.Noi ne-am enervat teribil ca de ce s-au tampit si ne baga noua texte de genul asta.......prin oras...ne pica fisa ...sigur e vb de tiruri! Chiar inainte de intersectia de unde incepea ruta de ocolire......s-au hotarat sa puna semn ca numai masinele peste 7,5 tone! No binie ma............oricum nu am fi ocolit pt ca asa zic ei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inainte de alba podul este in reparatii majore! astfel au facut un mic pod de pontoane chiar langa cel mare. Si se sta la coada la semafor la intrare/iesire din alba,  coborand un deal in panta.....plin de hartoape. Cand prinzi verde se da drumul la vreo 50-60 de masini odata.....Dar se sta linistit juma de ora....daca nu chiar mai bine....depinde de trafic (noi am ajuns undeva duminica pe la ora 19 in alba)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De la alba incolo...nu am avut nici o problema....drumul era tipic romanesc...nici bun nici rau....o singura banda de mers prin turda.....iar pe feleac in sus........drumul e tzutz! nu stiu cum pe feleac au reusit sa l faca asa de bun...iar in rest isi bat joc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am sa revin cu inca un drum facut .....Roman-Cluj.....dar asta cand mi-l amintesc.....ca au fost zone cu probleme majore......dar promit ca il bag.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2689244459609253369-1923039075119263908?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1923039075119263908/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/10/arad-cluj-via-deva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1923039075119263908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1923039075119263908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/10/arad-cluj-via-deva.html' title='Arad-Cluj via Deva'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5789449679626091520</id><published>2010-10-16T15:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:25:33.969+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover band</title><content type='html'>Oras: Arad&lt;div&gt;Locatie: NERV(in spate la McDonalds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trupa: The Cover Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aseara am iesit in oras, la o bere, la o maslina cu niste prieteni mai vechi din Arad. Ii luam de pe drum.....merem in Nerv. Si-a schimbat locatia, acum e in spate la McDonalds, undeva pe centru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot timpul a fost pe centru da acu parca e altfel. Ma rog....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intru in Nerv, totul pare classy, stilat, cu un aer total diferit de ceea ce a reprezentat pana acum. Unde sunt picturile nebune de pe pereti? Unde e fumul ala de il taiai cu cutzitul? Si unde e muzica aia satanista? ...eeehh.....exagerez acu......e ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La un momendat vine tipa si ne intreaba daca noi am platit biletul......si ca e 8 lei.....Nu prea mi-a convenit mie sa dau 8 lei pentru o trupa de care nu am auzit.....chiar daca e claparu de la cargo, si altii de la blazzaj and so on........nu ii stiu si gata!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa ce s-au lasat asteptati o ora, eu nu aveam rabdare.....si imi venea sa ii bat pt ca mi-au mancat 8 lei pe ceva ce nu aveam chef....incepe concertul!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincer.....nu am mai fost de foarte mult timp la un concert atat de bun! Ce vocal!!! Ce instrumentisti!!!! Pacat ca a fost asa de putina lume, iar banii....i-au meritat pana la ultimul leut!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au cantat de la Dire Straits, la Demis Roussous, la Pheonix.......ce mai.......un SHOW PE CINSTE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In seara asta e repriza a 2-a si ma duc ....alti 8 lei.....dar ii merita baietii din plin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceeasi locatie, aceeasi trupa......de la ora 22.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: aseara a fost primul lor concert.....sper pe viitor sa vina mai multa lume la concertele lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar detalii ......si poze....la urmatorul link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=6359&amp;amp;id=100001661651548"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=6359&amp;amp;id=100001661651548&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/2689244459609253369-5789449679626091520?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5789449679626091520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/10/cover-band.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5789449679626091520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5789449679626091520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/10/cover-band.html' title='Cover band'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-2713573369786595631</id><published>2010-09-05T12:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:39:09.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampitzel si shoarecul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TINlLIDRuQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gAeBmTfQbJc/s1600/IMG_6648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TINlLIDRuQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gAeBmTfQbJc/s200/IMG_6648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513361610645813506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TINlKtURb0I/AAAAAAAAAME/PIztA-7MxLc/s1600/IMG_6709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TINlKtURb0I/AAAAAAAAAME/PIztA-7MxLc/s200/IMG_6709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513361603469340482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisica mea neagra, Zaraza,  a fatat acum 2 luni. Are 3 puiti frumosi foc ce au crescut mari si devin din ce in ce mai agitati.&lt;div&gt; Acum o luna cand inca erau micuti( sau sa fie 5 saptamani....nu mai tin minte exact) imi era extrem de mila de unul dintre ei. Era cel mai mic, cel mai prapadit, iar Zaza din cand in cand il mai dadea la o parte de la tata. Imi era tare frica sa nu moara, astfel m-am hotarat sa il hranesc artificial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am luat o seringa de 5, niste lapte de vaca si l-am hranit. Era disperat dupa lapte!! Venea intr-una la mine miunand...tipand!...ca el vrea lapte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atunci a demonstrat ce pisic precoce e. Cand a gasit cescuta cu lapte nu mai astepta sa iau eu in seringa sa i dau.........direct cu botul manca laptele! Nu stia sa bea, sa linga laptele, el musca din lapte ca un bezmetic disperat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cel mai scump puiut. Astfel el a fost primul care a mancat mancare de pisici, atat umeda cat si uscata. E primul care a papat soricel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I-am dat drumul afara lui Zaraza, prea ma mieuna la geam. Se intoarce dupa vre-o ora cu un soarec in gura(iara???). Il pune pe jos in mijlocul camerei si incepe sa joace cu el. Ea se distra! Eu disperam sa nu scape soarecele, sa nu fuga, sa nu cumva sa se ascunda pe dupa dulap sau cine stie unde......mai stii ce  microbi aduc si soarecii astia?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pisica mea relaxata.....ii dadea o laba....il lasa sa fuga...il lua in gura....in invartea pe sus...il mieuna...il mirosea......si nimic altceva! Tiptil vin puiutii...pisoiasii curiosi cu ce se joaca mama lor. Iar Tampitzel ( puiutul meu  iubit.....cel mai precoce) se baga in seama....asa direct.....Zaza miauna....iar el......fuuusshhhtt!!! ii fura soricelul de sub nas. Prostanaca a ramas tablou. Se uita in stanga, in dreapta...miroase covorul! Unde a disparut soricelul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Tapitzel a si fugit cu el pe hol, fiind fericit de captura lui. Grasul alb( cel mai frumos pui, de un gri deschis cu urechile si labele negre)  vine repede si el pe hol, poate poate se joaca cu soricelul. Tampitel incepe si maraie, respira puternic pe nas, maraie, cu urechile pe spate si in pozitie de atac isi apara captura! Zaraza simte soricelul si vine agale......."sunt ma-sa! tre sa mi dea soarecele!" Eh na! S-o crezi tu! Al meu fuge cu soarecul in gura prin hol tot maraind si cu urechile pe spate! "Nu va atingeti de el! E al meu acum si am sa ma joc si am sa l pap mai tarziu!"  Dupa cateva dezbateri de mieuneli si maraieturi, Grasul alb adoarme pe hol in preajma lui frati-su, Zaraza vine la mine, la fica-sa, se linge, papa....isi vede de viata nefiind curioasa acum de soricel. Tampitzel il joaca pe soarec de nu se vede! Ba in sus, ba in jos, ba sub masa, ba pe hol, ba in gura, ba intre labe. Eu m-am plictisit sa l tot privesc si sa l tot filmez. Dupa ce m-am asigurat ca e mort si nu mai misca mi-am vazut de treaba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa 30 de minute de joaca, se hotaraste sa-l pape! Hiuh......sunt linistita....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macar nu mi l-a lasat mort pe undeva..sa zaca in putrefactie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pisicul meu......e o adevarata felina!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-2713573369786595631?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2713573369786595631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/09/tampitzel-si-shoarecul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2713573369786595631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2713573369786595631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/09/tampitzel-si-shoarecul.html' title='Tampitzel si shoarecul'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TINlLIDRuQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/gAeBmTfQbJc/s72-c/IMG_6648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1147974853493340710</id><published>2010-09-03T21:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:25:34.838+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre timp (discutie libera)</title><content type='html'>Azi ma uitam la televizor. De fapt butonam telecomanda cautand ceva ce sa nu mi distraga atentia prea tare de la invatat dar sa fie zgomot de fundal. E o chestie mai ciudata si nu chiar potrivita a mea.&lt;div&gt;Si ajung la un program de divertisment, sau un program de mondenitati sau ce dumnezeu era....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discutii  despre cum isi planuieste o tipa nunta...si cum se imparte intre munca( ea fiind medic pediatru) si nunta. O tipa bine, nu excesiv de aranjata, cu sot chirurg estetic.......si tot asa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-a marcat o replica.....spunea...ca.....impartindu-se intre spital si organizarea nuntii nu mai are timp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma gandeam..cum sa nu mai ai timp? Doar pentru ca il folosesti cu folos la maxim inseamna ca nu mai ai? Nu la asta aspiram cu totii? Sa ne folosim de timp ca de cel mai pretios lucru al nostru, sa profitam de el la maxim. Aceasta tanara doctorita americana se folosea de intergul ei timp......de toate cele 24 de ore....pt ca arata imagini de cum merge la spital, la sala ..pentru a se intretine pt .nunta, sa arate bine ......o filmau in timpul asta.....avea si momente cand era numa ea cu moderatorul.....deci timp liber folosit pentru diversele lucruri......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand spui ca nu ai timp...imi imaginez o persoana care lucreaza 14 din 24 si ii raman cateva ore de somn, dus si mancare.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fara a avea timp de sala, de discutii.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu de exemplu in loc sa folosesc timpul asta pt invatat acum...i lfolosesc pt a scrie niste tampenii.....eu nu il consider timp pierdut...si folosit. Altii  poate ca il considera timp pierdut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana la urma urmeii e vorba de perspectiva....de ce intelegi prin timp si de cum vrei sa l folosesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timpul este acelasi, intotdeauna a fost......doar ca noi traim anuminte momente mai intens si timpul se "scurteaza" iar altele parca dureaza o vesnicie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parerea mea ca omul trebuie sa simta ca s-a folosit de toate orele din viata lui.....iar expresia "nu mai am timp" ar trebui sa dispara......inlocuita....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate vorbesc prostii..........posibil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-1147974853493340710?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1147974853493340710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/09/despre-timp-discutie-libera.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1147974853493340710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1147974853493340710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/09/despre-timp-discutie-libera.html' title='Despre timp (discutie libera)'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1140538274339162357</id><published>2010-09-02T15:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T15:41:43.853+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><content type='html'>Dupa doua luni de absenteism dorit si nedorit am revenit.&lt;div&gt;Mai mult sau mia putin dorit chiar in acest moment.Dar am prostul obicei de a scrie cand nu am inspiratie, sau cand nu am gandurile asezate frumos in ordine, pentru ca mereu am prea multe de zis si nu pot sa le zic pe toate deodata....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca nu isi au locul deodata.......sunt subiecte total diferite cu revelatii total diferite!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultima revelatie a fost gen "trieste fiecare clipa ca si cum ar fi ultima"......sau ami clasic"Carpe diem!" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce s-a ntamplat de fapt......un lucru foarte simplu, usor neinsemnat, o zi tipica poate pentru unii care lucreaza in acest domeniu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am avut prima mea garda pe ambulanta. Abia am ajuns, usor dezorientata ca nu stiam unde sa ma schimb, ce sa fac prima oara, de unde sa incep, ce, cum , unde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E normal de altfel. Suna alarma, mergem la caz, UPU, inapoi, facem ambulanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suna iara alarma, mergem la caz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu iau monitorul intr-o mana( initial am crezut ca nu pot sa-l tin, asa de greu mi-o parut la inceput, dar la ce adrenalina am avut nu mai conta.) si balonul in celalta mana. Ajungem in apartamen....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era un tanar, un pic mai mic ca mine la ani, ce a murit. Gasit de un prieten in apartamen. Nu consuma nimic, nici macar alcool cica. Parea un om sanatos, era zdravan... si intr-o seara dintr-o data a murt. De ce? Noi nu am putut sa aflam, doar am constatat decesul, am chemat politia si apoi am plecat inapoi la sediu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar faptul ca a murit asa sec, aparent fara motiv......mi-a dat de gandit. Intr-adevar timpul nu e de pierdut, e de folosit!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar eu sunt olimpica la pierdut timpul!!! cea mai buna in acest domeniu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si parintii il cautau de vreo 2-3 ore...incercau sa dea de el si el nu raspundea. Eu mereu ziceam ca mama e paranoia, ca se sperie cand nu raspund la telefon si ea insista si isi face tot felul de filme negative si horor. Dar acum o inteleg!!!! Acum inteleg de ce se stresa mereu!!! Nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc ce o fi in capul parintilor acelui copil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un caz cu adevarat trist si din care ar trebui sa invatz ceva...Acum..eu stiu? :-??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorba aia "practica ne omoara".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CARPE DIEM......cu cap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-1140538274339162357?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1140538274339162357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-in-black.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1140538274339162357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1140538274339162357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1488936756231873920</id><published>2010-06-23T15:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:38:17.896+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesiune(schita-proiect-nu e gata)</title><content type='html'>Stare de moarte.&lt;div&gt;Neuronii au disparut in substanta alba. Neuronii s-au ascuns, se camufleaza, refuza sa revina la activitate, refuza sa lucreze!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trantita pe un scaun, cu capul spre geamul ud si deschis, privesc ploaia. Picurii de ploaie se transforma in neuroni si patrund incet incet in creier si parca schiteaza ceva activitate. Clipesc pentru cateva secunde, apoi noii neuroni se ascund in substanta alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai stiu sa reactionez, sa ma misc, sa respir! Aerul proaspat de afara e inutil, nu imi stimuleaza nici respiratia nici creierul.Numai inima stie ce sa mai faca. Ea bate in neant incercand sa le aminteasca neuronilor ce treaba au!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Degeaba! Ei fac greva! Refuza sa ii suprasolicit, sa ii mai pun sa alerge dintr-o parte intr-alta a creierului, sa incearce sa tina minte fiecare cuvant, fiecare idee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neuronii mei s-au ascuns de mine! Creierul meu e o substanta alba, si nimic in plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt un corp, trantit pe un scaun de biroul, cu capul spre geam, ce respira din ce in ce mai rar.&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/2689244459609253369-1488936756231873920?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1488936756231873920/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/06/sesiune.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1488936756231873920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1488936756231873920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/06/sesiune.html' title='Sesiune(schita-proiect-nu e gata)'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-391428283108371800</id><published>2010-06-21T23:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:20:37.053+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toate-s noi si vechi sunt toate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XVW7SOlI/AAAAAAAAALg/meswKcekYis/s1600/sambata+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XVW7SOlI/AAAAAAAAALg/meswKcekYis/s200/sambata+283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485339633092016722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XU9qcIBI/AAAAAAAAALY/30tNIxfpAEk/s1600/sambata+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XU9qcIBI/AAAAAAAAALY/30tNIxfpAEk/s200/sambata+203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485339626310475794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XUMcaCkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OL4CZCtK4Rs/s1600/IMAG0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XUMcaCkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OL4CZCtK4Rs/s200/IMAG0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485339613098281538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XTZFi4xI/AAAAAAAAALI/UuqOLNext1c/s1600/IMAG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XTZFi4xI/AAAAAAAAALI/UuqOLNext1c/s200/IMAG0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485339599312184082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WuzYfwAI/AAAAAAAAALA/p34e5WU75-4/s1600/sambata+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WuzYfwAI/AAAAAAAAALA/p34e5WU75-4/s200/sambata+203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485338970715832322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WukbUGDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TVI3LZb_Z2w/s1600/IMAG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WukbUGDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TVI3LZb_Z2w/s200/IMAG0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485338966701119538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WuVk87gI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uI74SJA1Er0/s1600/CIMG2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WuVk87gI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uI74SJA1Er0/s200/CIMG2195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485338962715012610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WuBClfYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tMXxH1HRIgg/s1600/CIMG2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_WuBClfYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tMXxH1HRIgg/s200/CIMG2100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485338957202161026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_Wt4A9WnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz93MXL8Y3A/s1600/CIMG2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_Wt4A9WnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mz93MXL8Y3A/s200/CIMG2060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485338954779417202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti mai aduci aminte de cand eram copile? &lt;div&gt;De vremea cand pierdeam timpul in apartamentul inchiriat, unde baietii nu faceau curat si aveau mancare odata la 2 saptamani?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti mai aduci aminte de chefurile pe care le trageam pe vremea cand tu nu erai inca in ultimul an iar eu nici macar la faculta nu plecasem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce mici si prostute eram! Ce naive am fost pe vremea aceea, cand eram cu blonzii nostrii care nu-si gasisera sensul in viata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eram aproximativ fara griji! Traiam doar cu grijile de acasa, acel etern conflict intre parinti si copii.Poate de aceea ne exilam mereu la baieti in apartament! Unde de fel traiam in naivitate! Nu a fost asa bordel...cum poate isi imaginau unii si altii! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iti mai aduci aminte cheful la care i-am cunoscut mai bine pe ei? Pe vremea cand inca mai aveam par roz, iar tu te agatai de un prostovan!Pe vremea cand Bick se stergea pe cap cu mata neagra iar Codrez avea planuri sa ma lipeasca pe mine de Blondu! Cat am putut sa rad cand am aflat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai tii minte ce radeam pe vremea aia! SI acuma radem....dar doar cand ne intalnim....ceea ce se intampla din ce in ce mai rar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maii tii minte Sambata? Cand am plecat cu Baba si cu celelalte 2 masini la drum, de pasam bata dintr-o masina intr-alta, de ma loveam si eu si Bebe de boxele Blondului din spate! Boxe  ce erau mult prea mari pentru Baba! Mai tii minte ce innocenta eram ca nu-mi venea sa cred ca oamenii sunt asa de rai cu o fiinta.Mai tii minte cum puteai sa tremuri de frig si erai cu caciula si cu toate cele!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe vremea aceea noi credeam ca iubirea rezista o viata!Mai ales cea pe care o avem noi! Cine se gandea pe atunci ca relatiile mor la un simplu"nu te mai iubesc", ca mor doar la o bere bauta in plus, ca mor pur si simplu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe vremea aceea cine credea ca certurile cu parintii pot dura la nesfarsit, ca acele probleme le avem si azi. Macar stiam ca vom aveam probleme in plus, probleme de facturi, de facultati, de joburi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macar stiam ca noi doua  vom rezista vremii si distantei si ca nici un barbat nu va intervenii intre noi! Stiam ca suntem predestinate unei prietenii mult prea frumoase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiam ca ne vom mai intalnii la un festival de Sighisoara apoi o balaceala la Tg Mures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiam ca 2 prostovani de baieti se vor tine dupa noi!:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toate s-au schimbat si totusi parca suntem tot acolo, noi am mai crescut un pic dar nu cat sa uitam de ceea ce eram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate ne mai trebuie un Fest Sex,drugs and rock'n roll ca sa iesim din cotidianul clasei muncitoare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru Dug in mod special, pentru Bebe, Bick si Blondu cu dor de departe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUSXZAtCaRQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jUSXZAtCaRQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some old pics.......well not too old :))&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/2689244459609253369-391428283108371800?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/391428283108371800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/06/toate-s-noi-si-vechi-sunt-toate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/391428283108371800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/391428283108371800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/06/toate-s-noi-si-vechi-sunt-toate.html' title='Toate-s noi si vechi sunt toate'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/TB_XVW7SOlI/AAAAAAAAALg/meswKcekYis/s72-c/sambata+283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-495273436916535096</id><published>2010-04-19T19:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:29:48.487+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The last hippie standing....</title><content type='html'>Hipiotii stiau ei ceva...din punctul  meu de vedere.Si sunt pe vibratiile lor de cativa ani si cred in multe convingeri de ale lor.&lt;div&gt;Si pentru o perioada am crezut ca am gasit niste urmasi ai hipiotilor...acestia fiind cei ce asculta goa trance....sau cum se numeste acel stil de muzica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimic nu m-a facut mai fericita decat sa stiu ca mai exista grupuri de oameni din Romania (nu de alta dar undeva pe langa Viena am auzit ca este o comunitate de hipioti ce traiesc la corturi in padure :&gt; ) care cred in acea intelegere absoluta si sunt puternic legati de Mama Natura si de energiile Cosmice.Gasisem acel loc in care toti sunt draguti cu tine si ambientul e cel mai cel, si tot ce te inconjoara e psihedelic iar simtul olfactiv iti este placut stimulat. In acel loc se creeaza libelule din sarme si cine stie ce alte vietati frumoase! Si imi era sufletul plin de ganduri bune si de faptul ca pot impartii cu ei ideile si convingerile mele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toate astea pana cand o parte din prietenii mei incep sa mi spuna ca e vorba numa de drugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar imi e imposibil sa cred asa ceva! Imi e imposibil sa cred ca ei sunt megaprietenosi si blanzi pentru ca au bagat un cui, imi e imposibil sa cred ca ei sunt conectati pt ca au bagat lsd sau cine stie ce....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi e imposibil sa cred ca nu mai sunt oameni care simt vibratiile Universului si se aduna sa impartaseasca aceasta vibratie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cateodata tind sa cred ca ceilalti au crescut prea brusc si prea mult si si-au rupt radacinile, imi e frica sa nu mi rup si eu radacinile cand o sa cresc de tot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desi vreau sa cresc de tot dar fara sa mi pierd inocenta si legatura cu Universul de acum....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhpoOexjT-M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhpoOexjT-M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: clipu nu e relevant....doar melodia...din nefericire nu am gasit clipul original care sa imi permita sa dau embeed ...c'est la vie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-495273436916535096?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/495273436916535096/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-hippie-standing.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/495273436916535096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/495273436916535096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-hippie-standing.html' title='The last hippie standing....'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-7159425309699904339</id><published>2010-03-30T22:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:21:19.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/Shenn/blog/Psychedelic_by_DudeInEmerica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 440px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/Shenn/blog/Psychedelic_by_DudeInEmerica.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Am ras cand mi s-a povestit de locatie, am zis ca nu e posibil sa avem asa ceva in Romania!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Desi aveam acel "unagi" al nostru, nu mi venea sa cred ce imi povestea Anadi si aveam un ras nevrotic in timp ce mergeam printre gradinile pline de primavara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Am ajuns, la dreapta e intrarea" mi-a zis.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Auzeam vag o muzica psihedelica, intru si dau sosetele jos pentru a simti podeaua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;M-a vrajit din prima clipa cu acele culori placute si penetrante, cu valuri si voaluri ce imi atingeau corpul. O aroma placuta simteam in nas, patrundea adanc si ramanea intiparita.......Acel parfum al camerei te vrajea din primul moment. Ne-am dus in prima camera. Ne-am asezat pe jos, pe perne, intinzandu-ne picioarele obosite si desculte. Degetele se bucurau la atingerea covorului sau al podelei, de parca ar fi fost rupte de Pamant de ani de zile......vibrau la fiecare miscare a aerului!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Doua ceaiuri si o narghilea aromata......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mirosul ceaiului a intrat in mine, m-a hipnotizat.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Gustul aromat al plantelor medicinale m-a uimit! Ce contine acest ceai si mie de ce nu imi iese asa??? Care e ingredientul secret??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Blonda picteaza peretele cu pantalonii rupti. Fascinanta femeie......plina de sexualitate si debordeaza o energie extrem de ciudata......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Totul ma incarca, ma reconecta cu Pamantul, cu Spiritul...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Fumul iesea ca la un dragon chinezesc..........puternic si bun, imbietor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parca eram la al 3-lea joint dar eu doar ma conectam. Pluteam prin jur, eram fara corp, fara material. O simpla existenta energetica ce se imbina cu alte energii vibrand intr-o sfera aromata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Pictez peretele?&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/2689244459609253369-7159425309699904339?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7159425309699904339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-of-mind_30.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7159425309699904339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7159425309699904339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2010/03/trip-of-mind_30.html' title='A trip of mind'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1280957679773661969</id><published>2009-11-21T22:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:30:13.312+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what....</title><content type='html'>Totul a inceput de la un episod de Simpsons in care apare N*Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-am amintit de vremea cand aveam 10-14 ani si ascultam boysbandurile ce erau pe val in anii 90.Erau cool, erau duri si sensibili, era cate unul pentru fiecare tipar, erau cei pentru care am simtit pentru prima oara obsesia de "celebritati".&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate putine au rezistat mai mult de 3 ani, din prea putine au mers mai departe cate unul cu cariera solo.&lt;br /&gt;Va mai amintiti de Backstreet Boys?Acum ma pufneste rasul cand ma gandesc ce versuri aveau...dar pe vremea aia mi se pareau perfecte! Pe vremea aia fiecare prietena de a mea era indragostita de unul din ei si evident ca nu se suprapuneau niciodata "gusturile". Ne visam cu cate unul din ei si ce ar fi daca ar fi.&lt;br /&gt;Asta e unul din clipurile care mi-a placut la vremea aia. Tre sa recunosc ca e extrem de amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7Ia7Og-jPY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7Ia7Og-jPY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca am mai ascultat si foarte mult 5IVE. Sunt un pic mai "funk" dupa cum zic ei, parerea mea mult mai reusiti decat BSB. Si acum ii ascult cu placere, cu mult mai multa placere decat pe BSB...dar e irelevant. Din pacate 5IVE a avut viata mai scurta, numa cativa ani si nici unul din ei nu a continuat cariera solo, poate au compus....dar nu din cate stiu eu. In schimb m-am interesat de Scott Robinson, era pasiunea mea din adolescenta, care a facut ceva actorie, radio si televiziune.Si-a vazut de viata omul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdoVWX3JPeI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TdoVWX3JPeI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that au fost printre cei mai buni! Nu cred ca poate sa conteste cineva ca ei nu erau buni? Robby Williams si-a continuat cariera solo ajungand destul de departe. Gary Barlow (era vocea principala) a continuat sa compuna muzica devenind unul dintre cei mai de succes din anii '90 (conform wikipedia :)) ).&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate nu am gasit un clip pe youtube care sa aiba o calitate buna sunetului si videoclipul original al acestei melodii.....dar va amintiti voi cat de bine tre sa sune!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a placut foarte mult cum e realizat clipul, dansul unuia dintre ei....care din cate imi amintesc e fost balerin....iar printre melodiile lor bune mai e si how deep is your love (care a fost obsedanta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b960CyRtoyM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b960CyRtoyM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana sa ajung la ultima formatie pentru care o sa prezint un clip (fiind boysbandul care m-a obsedat in seara asta)  vreau sa reamintesc east 17, boyz II men, new kids on the block,  Hanson,&lt;br /&gt;westlife,  vanilla ice , LFO and many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special guests are Boyzone...Pentru ca au o melodie absolut geniala, care si acuma ma face sa vibrez. Au avut ceva succes, nu asa de mare printre copilitele de 14 ani precum BSB sau *nsync dar au stiut sa se faca respectati.&lt;br /&gt;Ronan Keating si-a continuat cariera muzicala solo, tre sa recunosc ca are un timbru interesant si foarte placut. Din pacate anul acesta in octombrie  ne-a parasit Steaphen Gately, avea 33 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;In memoriam dedic urmatorul clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Tmbu7T2Xso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Tmbu7T2Xso&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceste formatii mi-au colorat copilaria si adolescenta petrecuta intr-un nuc, sau in spatele blocului citind Bravo sau Popcorn. Aceste formatii mi-au hranit apetitul pentru muzica (dupa educatia data de parinti cu Beatles,Queen si altii de acest gen). Aceste formatii m-au ajutat sa plang cand baiatul pe care il placeam vorbea cu alta. Aceste formatii m-au facut sa dansez la aniversari sau chefurile de sfarsit de an scolar. Le ador pentru adolescenta colorata in note muzicale si pentru ce m-au invatzat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they tell us&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they teach us&lt;br /&gt;What we believe is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they call us&lt;br /&gt;However they attack&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they take us&lt;br /&gt;We'll find our own way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll love forever&lt;br /&gt;I know, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only tears were laughter&lt;br /&gt;If only night was day&lt;br /&gt;If only prayers were answered&lt;br /&gt;Then we would hear God say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep you safe and strong&lt;br /&gt;And shelter from the storm&lt;br /&gt;No matter where it's barren&lt;br /&gt;A dream is being born&lt;br /&gt;No matter who they follow&lt;br /&gt;No matter where they lead&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they judge us&lt;br /&gt;I'll be everyone you need&lt;br /&gt;No matter if the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;Or if the skies are blue&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the end is&lt;br /&gt;My life began with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny what I believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't be what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know this love's forever&lt;br /&gt;That's all that matters now &lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-1280957679773661969?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1280957679773661969/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-matter-what.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1280957679773661969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1280957679773661969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-matter-what.html' title='No matter what....'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-8072602013367449286</id><published>2009-11-18T09:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:32:08.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>scurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SwOozExHtPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xv7hVNa5UVQ/s1600/ARP_7083500_235-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SwOozExHtPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xv7hVNa5UVQ/s320/ARP_7083500_235-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405349573181289714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treceam prin parc...dupa scoala...iar universul mi-a aratat pentru a mia oara cat ii de frumos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printre copaci era un batran imbracat sters,sec, fad, aton. Avea un sevalet in fata si carbuni diferiti in maini pe care ii tot freca de panza innegrita partial. Se uita la panza, la copaci, la panza....lua carbunele.....aseza o liniuta pe panza.Se uita la panza,la carbune,la panza, la copaci....la panza...aseza o liniuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb!mi-era dor de un pictor in plina creatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later edit: a doua zi......in parc era acelasi batran cu aceeasi panza dar cu un personaj langa el discutand si dezbatand arta in timpul creatiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Veniti, sa va aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii&lt;br /&gt;Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii!&lt;br /&gt;Iar canturile voastre-&lt;br /&gt;Canturi cu care azi cersiti  o paine-&lt;br /&gt;Sa le-ncunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de maine!..."&lt;br /&gt;I Minulescu    Romanta noului venit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later edit 2:  era in parc singur, cu panza rasturnata la 45 de grade spre dreapta. Cred ca panza era noua pentru ca abia incepuse sa deseneze acelasi copac cu alt carbune..mult mai tare, lasand o urma gri pe panza de un alb rasturnat.....&lt;br /&gt;iar parcul sub lumina amiezii arata ca in basmul pictorului anonim.....&lt;br /&gt;oare zilele urmatoare cum va arata panza?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-8072602013367449286?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8072602013367449286/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/scurt.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/8072602013367449286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/8072602013367449286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/scurt.html' title='scurt!'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SwOozExHtPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xv7hVNa5UVQ/s72-c/ARP_7083500_235-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-2920181823383081726</id><published>2009-11-15T23:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:41:04.102+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a strange world inside....</title><content type='html'>am plecat de acasa cu bratele pline de revistele vechi ......umbrela mare era pe un brat.....iar ploua atat de fin incat nu iti trebuie umbrela dar atat de tare incat picurii iti biciue fata!...&lt;br /&gt;ma opresc in fata pubelei albastre "HARTIE" .....arunc revistele,ziarele si cursurile vechi pentru reciclare.....ce bine ma simt......trec prin parcul ud si prea folosit in seara asta...&lt;br /&gt;la naiba!!! am pierdut autobusul la secunde!!! ok....astept... ma uit in stanga pe strada uda si putin luminata.....asta e zizin..sunt acasa!...desi astept 25 sa merg in mall la cinema.......dar e statia de acasa...ce bine seamana cu ea!!! ce in brasov ma simt desi stiu ca nu sunt......DAR SUNT IN BRASOV!!....&lt;br /&gt;din lipsa de timp sa ma bucur de acest sentiment ciudat ma urc in taxi si plec....intarzii 10 minute si e prima intalnire......ppfff........el nu a ajuns inca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ora jumate mai tarziu.....&lt;br /&gt;suntem in 2019..........el s a nascut in 2000....ce ciudat.....parca acel 1900 si ceva e asa de vechi! si el atat de tanar!!.......suntem in 2019......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciudata e viata asta din cand in cand....si e atat de interesanta si de misterioasa......si timpul.........parca ziceam ca e inventia noastra de controlfreak!.....si de  ce sunt atat de tulburata pe un lucru marunt?...ce inseamna anii?&lt;br /&gt;oare cum e in 2009?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-2920181823383081726?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/2920181823383081726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-strange-world-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2920181823383081726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/2920181823383081726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-strange-world-inside.html' title='it&apos;s a strange world inside....'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-4140190102787872830</id><published>2009-11-08T17:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:20:25.092+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SvbvniIU3hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BDUPDAY55is/s1600-h/IMG_5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SvbvniIU3hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BDUPDAY55is/s320/IMG_5737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401768265533152786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi plimbam corpul pe acelasi drum batatorit.Eram inconjurata de trunchiuri ce incep sa se dezbrace, sa isi arate maroul puternic uscat cu crapaturi de unde provin cele mai mari vibratii. Ma apropii de unul din ei....nu stiu de ce l am ales tocmai pe el,dar l am atins si m-a atins ca si cum necunosteam de o vesnicie.....isi lasa castanele sa cada pe pamantul mocirlos de zile intregi.&lt;br /&gt;Il privesc din toate partile...in sus...spre acea pasare ce scoate cele mai bizare sunete.....magaoaie?nuu.....aia era doar o fantezie..ciudata pasare ce isi face simtita prezenta ca si regina pasarilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la baza trunciului noduros.....prin noroi si rugina ochesc o castana.O iau in palma.....singura castana din toamna asta pe care am luat o de jos! O doamne cat de frumos se aseaza in palma ea. E facuta special pentru ea.....pentru fiecare cuta,fiecare indoitura,pentru fiecare deget ce trece peste ea!&lt;br /&gt;E castana mea....perfecta in forma ei si imprefecta in ciobitura din stanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inceput sa ninga cu rugina. Fulgi de rugina mici si mari se prind in parul tomnatic......acopera pamantul ud, fac patura de rugina deasupra baltii.  Mari fulgi ruginii cad lin din trunchiurile obosite de atata vara. I-as lua pe toti intr-o punga imensa de cadouri....iar cand ninsoarea se va oprii.......am sa fac cadou lumii a doua toamna de rugina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-4140190102787872830?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/4140190102787872830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/rugina.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/4140190102787872830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/4140190102787872830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/11/rugina.html' title='Rugina'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SvbvniIU3hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BDUPDAY55is/s72-c/IMG_5737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-7039144378836781945</id><published>2009-10-26T08:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:55:06.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive?</title><content type='html'>"Why do we have to bleed to proof we are alive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa sta situatia pentru toti. parca e un "trebuie" sa simti ceva foarte puternic ca sa te consideri in viata. E ceva din noi care ne zice asta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma lupt de un an de zile cu ideea asta si incerc sa mi demonstrez ca nu e asa....ca sunt in viata si cu mici trairi, simtiri de o noapte, energii de 5 minute culese din iarba rar atinsa, fluturi in stomac efemeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi sunt constienta ca nu este suficient....dar pana la urmatorul imi e de ajuns cat sa traiesc,cat sa nu mor, cat sa ramana patul cald pentru venirea lui. Dar tanjesc dupa acel sentiment enorm care te face sa sangerezi pana la ultima rasuflare. De ce? Nu stiu.......poate e acea cautare a "fat-frumosului" cu care am fost indoctrinate inca din fasa.&lt;br /&gt;Poate exista poate nu exista.......dar noi suntem educate sa l cauta si sa ne dam seama din prima ca el este! De parca nu ar fi si alta varianta, de parca nu ar putea exista intr-o persoana pe care nu ai agreat-o la inceput, sau intr-un prieten ce si-a schimbat "aerul" sau in cel mai respingator om din punct de vedere fizic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel de un an de zile caut neincetat mintindu-ma ca nu fac asta, mintindu-ma ca imi e de ajuns tipul de aseara, colegul nou, amantul, privirea de la biblioteca, strainul din decanat si tot asa.......&lt;br /&gt;Mintindu-ma ca imi sunt de ajuns prietenii, cartile, scoala, familia, simpsons si south park, ratele ce au ramas, frunzele, buburezele, libelulele, cainele zdrenturos si murdar, floarea udata suficient de rar, telefonul de la arad, intalnirea de pe CS, si miile de idei ce imi zboara fara incetare si sangerez ca nu reusesc sa le prind pe toate si sa le materializez.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si toate astea pana imi zice un prieten drag "stiu ca  il iubesti in felul tau si totusi in acelasi timp il cauti pe print..."......si imi dau seama ca ma minteam....si o sa ma mint in continuare.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still alive......in a way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CUAp2W008&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CUAp2W008&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-7039144378836781945?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7039144378836781945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/alive.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7039144378836781945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7039144378836781945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/alive.html' title='Alive?'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3510955824240194064</id><published>2009-10-25T16:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:30:30.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends will friends</title><content type='html'>De cand cu noul an universitar.....multe lucruri se schimba! Dar prieteniile se innoada mai strans... multumind celor care au intervenit intre noi....iar noi ca fete destepte ce suntem am hotarat ca nu ii vom lasa sa strice ce ne-am chinuit noi sa cladim in 3 ani de zile. Si stam cu ciocolata calda in mana, cu BSS-ul in gand, cu spaniola pe limba si cu sentimentul puternic ca anul acesta trebuie sa fie exceptional pentru ca in urmatorul ea va pleca......Asa ca strangem nodul ca sa reziste un an.....cand se va intoarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar celei mai cea dintre toate ii este frica de uitare.......ea oare nu stie cat inseamna pentru mine si nu stie ca indiferent  de cine vine-n viata noastra nu o voi indeparta?? Tot ea va ramane cea cu care am trait cruntul an 1, cu care m-am dansat in prea liberul an 2, cea la care m-am plans mereu de prietenul infidel si prea departe de mine, cea care ma cearta ca nu fac ceea ce trebuie cand trebuie!!Bine face....sa ma certe! pentru ca merit!&lt;br /&gt;3 ani de facultate s-au dus pe nesimtite iar noi ne intelegem din ce in ce mai bine.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends will be FRIENDS!!! no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuxS-9t3tnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuxS-9t3tnY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3510955824240194064?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3510955824240194064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-will-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3510955824240194064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3510955824240194064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-will-friends.html' title='Friends will friends'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3261539085940044030</id><published>2009-10-08T00:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:27:38.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Padurea  spanzuratilor</title><content type='html'>Ma intorc din bodega de rock a studentilor....cobor dealul si ma apropii incet de parc.&lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudat arata. Pare ca invaluit de ceata.Incet intru in parc,pe partea stanga e asa zisul lac. Deasupra lacului un val de ceata, printre copaci ceata....dar e o ceata fina, delicata, un val usor tesut impanzind aerul parcului. Ma simt ca intr-un film ciudat, creepy. Am castile in urechi si printre sunete de Dead can dance mi se aud pasii. Oare sunt ai mei? O castana se rostogoleste printre frunzele de toamna doborate de frig....cand am lovit-o?&lt;br /&gt;Ma cuprinde un sentiment ciudat...de parca nu as fi trebuit sa fiu aici, de parca acest fin val ascunde secretul vietii ce nu ar trebui sa-l aflu......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe aleea mica dintre copaci un cuplu se resfata in intuneric, ei stiu ca noaptea e de partea lor iar ceata complice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead can dance imi suna in urechi din ce in ce mai profund iar eu alunec pe nisipul aleei mari respirand ceata,simtind-o cum  ma ascunde in ea, facand parte din ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt ca in Padurea Spanzuratilor.........ma legand atarnand de un copac iar clopotele imi suna in urechi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CXjms2vIQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CXjms2vIQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3261539085940044030?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3261539085940044030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/padurea-spanzuratilor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3261539085940044030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3261539085940044030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/padurea-spanzuratilor.html' title='Padurea  spanzuratilor'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3279570204105629645</id><published>2009-10-04T22:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T22:59:52.225+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faculta again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj-rrh4I7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Db-XzychF20/s1600-h/100_2877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj8wxBAcEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hmhuGzh1ffg/s320/DSCF2304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388834868870279234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj8vuZJ1LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ikUOEKbAgKo/s1600-h/IMG_5426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj8vuZJ1LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ikUOEKbAgKo/s320/IMG_5426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388834850986382514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj8vFDD0fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zwvN6FzgwzM/s1600-h/IMG_5503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj8vFDD0fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/zwvN6FzgwzM/s320/IMG_5503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388834839887860210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite ca am ajuns iar in  orasul studentiei...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un drum lung, cu popas la frumoasa mansarda a mon cherului de unde nu mai vroiam sa plec nici eu nici ma amie....Am ajuns in faimosul oras al studentilor.&lt;br /&gt;Asta vara era asa de gol,de insingurat,pustiu si fara viata.&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de a intra in oras era bineinteles un trafic de neinteles, unde am asteptam si am urcat si coborat dealul cu 3 la ora....iar ma amie facea poze la copacii satui de merele neculese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt pe jumatate entuziasmata de anul care incepe, de ziua de maine din spital, de noii colegi si de caminul prietenei mele!:))&lt;br /&gt;Sunt obosita de un drum prea lung si prea obositor si incerc sa ma conving ca trebuie sa termin caietul de practica. Maine e ultima zi de predare. Nu trebuie sa repet istoria anilor anteriori cand mi am lasat credite stupide pe anii urmatori! Ce rost are? Inca 5 cazuri si e gata!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt trista ca am lasat in spate un prieten mai mult decat drag! E vorba de Garcon a mea a carei zi de nastere va fi peste 2 zile.....iar eu plec cand are mai mare nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt trista ca iar am lasat o pe mama singura...desi o vad intr o luna...si abia asteapta sa vina pe la mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt bucuroasa ca am Buletin nou cu adresa noua,sunt fericita ce sunt unde mi am dorit atatia ani.......si sunt fericita ca dupa  3 ani de distanta prietenii mei inca sunt langa mine si eu langa ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa acumulez tot ce s-a intamplat vara asta si sa inteleg.....a fost o vara plina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru voi, ai mei prieteni!! Cu un dor nespus si tristete ca iar sunt departe de voi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3279570204105629645?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3279570204105629645/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/faculta-again.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3279570204105629645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3279570204105629645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/10/faculta-again.html' title='Faculta again...'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/Ssj-rrh4I7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Db-XzychF20/s72-c/100_2877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-493690838970758322</id><published>2009-09-19T21:49:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:45:54.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'>13 km</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrVAkKPxsUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7OkwmNi25hI/s1600-h/P1040969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrVAkKPxsUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7OkwmNi25hI/s320/P1040969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383279919561290050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrVAj4b6ByI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZunV0THSiIU/s1600-h/P1040959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrVAj4b6ByI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZunV0THSiIU/s320/P1040959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383279914780329762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_YrzPKPI/AAAAAAAAADk/TxXDU36e4_M/s1600-h/P1040887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_YrzPKPI/AAAAAAAAADk/TxXDU36e4_M/s320/P1040887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383278622898333938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_YARXrjI/AAAAAAAAADc/C40-5tpUZs0/s1600-h/P1040862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_YARXrjI/AAAAAAAAADc/C40-5tpUZs0/s320/P1040862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383278611213561394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_XyUp1rI/AAAAAAAAADU/7ww5WzFnP7Q/s1600-h/P1040859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_XyUp1rI/AAAAAAAAADU/7ww5WzFnP7Q/s320/P1040859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383278607469237938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_XRGvj6I/AAAAAAAAADM/8g75cknkncI/s1600-h/P1040781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_XRGvj6I/AAAAAAAAADM/8g75cknkncI/s320/P1040781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383278598552522658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_W9W8vhI/AAAAAAAAADE/WLulGje-I58/s1600-h/P1040697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrU_W9W8vhI/AAAAAAAAADE/WLulGje-I58/s320/P1040697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383278593251786258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stau pe canapea cu laptopul in brate.Cartea e pe fotoliu,abia asteapta sa imi povesteasca sfarsitul, iar curiozitatea mea e flamanda!!&lt;br /&gt;Inca am sufletul plin de aventura de acum o saptamna. Abia asteptam sa plec undeva departe de casa,sa traiesc!!! Si aveam de ales intre un sfarsit de vama, o austrie in graba sau un transfagarasan.&lt;br /&gt;Acest transfagarasan era o promisiune fata de un prieten bun de al meu. Vorbisem cu cateva zile inainte si trebuia sa fim 4 prieteni. Vineri seara am ramas numa 2,eu si el. Ii trimit mesaj, cica:  vezi ca numa noi doi merem. Ma suna. Dragul de el a avut o idee exceptionala: Hai pe munte,daca tot merem pana acolo hai sa vedem pana unde putem urca! Asta am si facut.AM hotarat pe la 22.00 ca maine dimineata la 8 noi plecam pe Negoiu!!! Echipament? bocanci rucsac sac de dormit. Impermeabil? NIMIC! hai pe munte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am pornit pe la 8 jumate,cand eram la el.Il asteptam in masina,imi da sa pun patura in rucsacul meu.Dupa un mic incident cu o cafea prea fierbinte plecam la drum. Mergem prin Bran...de ce? nush...asa mi-a venit! ok....atunci hai la bran beetle meeting!! E ceva exceptional!  sa vezi atatea broscute la un loc ce stau la taifas,fara sa le pese de tine, si niste busuri mai dragute decat orice~!! imi venea sa iau toate masinile alea in brate daca as fi putut! A fost un inceput superb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la Vidraru la baraj nu a fost nimic interesant.Doar discutiile noastre dragute, Beatles pe fundal, si noi fascinanti de "viaductele" de pe transfagarasan.Este superb locul. La baraj ramanem fascinati, facem poze, luam harta si ne hotaram pe unde tre sa mergem spre Negoiu si facem schimb de sofer.Pai da.....ce numa eu sa conduc???:))  Pe drum  ne oprim si nu intelegem de ce? Toata lumea statea si nu intelgeam ce se intampla? Care e faza? Mon cher vede o mana ce arata spre dreapta...in padure.Ne uitam...si .....ursiiiiiiiii!!!!! Repede am luat aparatul sa facem poza!!!!! Erau simpatici,nu aveau nici un stres. Era un puiut si probabil mama.Desi mie mi s-a parut ca mama e cam mica la statura.....but who knows? Mon cher imi face poza cu ursii....din masina!!:)) Dupa ce ne-am minunat ca niste copii mici si ne bucuram enorm...am plecat mai departe! Aici a inceput aventura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lasat masina la Balea lac in parcare,nu in lac!De aici am inceput sa urcam pe banda albastra,traseu de legatura cu creasta.La un momentdat intram pe creasta adica pe banda rosie. Eu eram uimita decat munte poate sa fie! Cat vedeai cu ochii era munte...la orizont se vedea o alta noanta de albastru, un pic mai inchisa decat cerul dar mai deschisa decat ultimul munte vizibil, acea nuanta....tot munte era!! Mon cher nu avea nici o treaba,el a facut o parte din creasta Fagarasilor si era obisnuit. Dar tot admira maretia lui! Ajunsesem pe un platou,batea un vant puternic. Acolo am stat un pic la o discutie cu niste oameni intalniti pe traseu.....si cum e mai departe...e ok.......veniti de la caltun.......nu......e ok?...da....multumim,o zi buna sa aveti....ms la fel.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am imbracat si am plecat spre varful Laita pe care il ocolim.Mergem pe coasta varfului de fapt.Am mai dat de grohotis imens, de lanturi dragute, nimic greu,nimic solicitant.Totul era frumos si te puteai bucura din plin de toate minunatiile. Mon cher avea rabdare cu  mine, we enjoyed the ride! La un momendat am vazut vulturi! Uite-i mon cher....sus!!! sunt 2.......oaaa....sunt fascinanti! asa e.......Acolo era cea mai moale iarba pe care am calcat vreodata! Parca calcam pe un covor inalt de 5 cm,asa de tare ma scufundam in iarba. Si era o iarba creata usor uscata usor verde, pe un pamant afanat.Superba locatie.&lt;br /&gt;Cararea urca,cobora....prin grohotis, pe creasta printre stanci, pe muchii tinandu-te de lanturi. O placere!&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final ajungem pe varful Laitel. Iara ramanem fascinanti de ce vedem. in zare parca s-ar vedea si lacul Caltun. Mda....el e. Si Negoiu si Lespezi. Superb. Iar apusul........divin. Eram intr-o euforie inimaginala,netraita pana in momentul repectiv. Apusul avea niste nuante fantastice de rosu violet galben si portocaliu.Ramasesem fara respiratie pe acel varf. Mon cher imi zice la un momentdatcu un aer visator: as putea sa stau aici o vecie. Eu ii raspund neiesind total din lumea mea: eu am facut deja copii aici...si ferma si tot! Pe mon cher l-a bufnit rasul si ma ia in brate! Gest absolut normal in acele 3 zile petrecute pe munte. Noi nu faceam nimic altceva decat sa radem si sa ne luam in brate! Ce putea fi mai frumos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am coborat de pe Laitel pt ca mai aveam putin, soarele apunea si vroiam sa ajungem la lac. Cararea ducea in jos,printre pietre mari pierdute pe la baza varfului....usor dificila coborarea. Dar drumul a fost mai mutl decat fascinant. pentru ca in coborarea noastra am fost ajutati de o capra neagra.Era la cativa metri in fata noastra,un pic mai jos.  Mon cher incepuse sa mearga pe petece de iarba, sa nu faca prea mult zgomot. Ma iau dupa el....parca am fi incercat sa o prindem.Am admirat acea caprite minute intregi. Era asa de frumoasa! Mereu ii aratam unde e,cum e mai chior de felul lui...ma intreba mereu unde o vad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am ajuns la baza Varfului caprita noastra a iesit din carare si s-a dus in drumul ei,era deja intuneric si probabil vroia sa ajunga la culcusul ei. Fericiti,entuziasmati, fascinanti ne luam in brate din 3 in 3 minute!!! Nu ne venea sa credem ca am vazut-a asa de aproape!! Am zis ca e completa ziua! Ursi, vulturi si capra neagra! ce mai trebuie? Lupi?&lt;br /&gt;Pe intuneric ajungem si la refugiu, instalam cortul,ne sunam parintii. Ne bagam in cort cu capul afara sa admiram stelele.Hihi...faceam pe desteptii si incercam sa ne amintim constalatiile.Undeva pe la ora 23-24 se aud lupii urland! Unde sunt? SUntem in gol alpin,e plin de stancaraie pe aici, cum au putut sa ajunga? "Mon cher...nu-i asa ca sunt caini?" "mai....eu nu am auzit in viata mea caini urland cu atata jale" "aham..dar lupii nu ataca" " ba da....daca sunt in haita sau daca sunt turbati! stii ca lupii traiesc in general in haita?!" "aham.....dar auzi mai multi?" " pai mie asa mi se pare" "aham......."...mai rezist eu inca jumate de ora de urlete....apoi, din senin,in plica conversatie relaxanta : "mon cher....hai la somn" "da mie nu imi e somn" "bine...hai sa dormim" "ok....." Saracul, nu a stiut ce ma apucase.A doua zi i-am explicat ca mi se facuse prea frica,si ca sa rezist trebuia sa dorm! Lupii se linistisera la un momentdat,ca in mijlocul noptii sa inceapa din nou cantecul! S-a auzit si caini latrand! Unde erau?? Unde era stana aia?&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata ne trezim intr-un final, mancamn tocanita de ciuperci.Ne facem un rucsac de tura pe care il care el bineinteles. :)):))&lt;br /&gt;si plecam spre Negoiu.Vremea nu arata deloc bine,dar noi am plecat. Ne am intalnit cu lume pe drum,am intrebat de Struga Dracului si de Strunga Doamnei. Cand am ajuns la bifurcatia de drumuri incepuse sa picure. Ne-am hotarat sa mergem pe banda galbena, adica pe Strunga Doamnei. Nu avea rost sa riscam sa ne ploua pe Strunga Dracului. Traseul pe banda galbena e foarte accesibil.Strunga in sine nu e grea.O singura parte mi s-a parut fascinanta de-a dreptul. Am mers pt 2 secunde inconjurata de stanga,sus jos dreapta stanga sub mine deasupra mea! era si alta varianta evident,dar mie mi-a placut aia! Ma simteam ca si Ana captiva in perete dar facand natural parte din el!! Superb sentiment!&lt;br /&gt;Am ocolit varful un pic pe banda galbena....apoi am intrat iar pe banda rosie.Ploua......eram pe coasta muntelui si totul era inconjurat de negura.Nu vedeam varful in momentul acela. Mon cher zice "hai sa ne adapostim ca sa se mai aseze vremea si hotaram ce facem".Zis si facut. Ploaia s-a transformat in grindina mica, din grindina mica in grindina mare!!! Noi eram lipiti de o stanca si en gandeam ce sa facem! La un momentdat ne dezlipim de stanca si mergem pe carare mai incolo in ideea sa vedem ce ratam. "uite-l!" ii zic. .....unde? pai ala de acolo......cu semn!!......cum??asa aproape e??.........aaa..daaaa!!!!..........ai ma!!....da ma. ala e! .....pai.......hai sa ne gandim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apoi dintr-o data ne hotaram sa urcam! era chair in fata noastra! ne-am fi urat toata viata daca nu aveam curaj sa urcam acuma! si am plecat pe carare mai sus! Eu eram intr-o pelerina galbena,mai jos de genuchi.El avea o geaca buna si esarfa mea la gat!Grindina cadea in rafale! Aveam mainile inghetate, picioare ude si ambitie sa urcam pana in varf! Cand am ajuns acolo mon cher a inceput sa urle! Ce eliberare!!! eram la 2535 de m!!!!!!! Eu am ramas muta!!!! Era asa de frumos cu negura cu grindina si zapada cu parti de zare ce se lasau privite! Prea frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ne-am bucurat mult pentru ca incepuse sa tune! Si numa asta ne mai trebuia, fulgere pe creasta!Am coborat pe ninsoare, prima ninsoare din anul asta, daca se poate spune. Pe drum ne ziceam: cum am urcat noi pe aici? nu am fost zdraveni! Si incepeam sa radem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon cher imi zice "realizezi ca daca eram rational in mod normal nu as fi facut asa ceva" "da!"&lt;br /&gt;Drumul inapoi a fost dragut.Plin de zapada si cu noi profund emotionati.Am ajuns la refugiu. Am cunoscut 3 cehi, vroiau sa faca creasta! Bravo lor,ne am pus hainele la uscat in refugiu.Uscat impropriu spus. Cat m-am schimbat in cort mon cher a facut un ceai cald! Cum sa nu-ti fie drag?Cum sa nu-l iei in brate?&lt;br /&gt;Toata ziua am stat in cort si am facut basme.Ne-am inteles perfect. Aveam si scrumiera si bere si cafea. Mancarea a fost putin importanta. A venit noaptea fara lupi,am dormit binisor, cu dureri de spate si nas inghetat. Nu am vrut sa coboram in aceasi zi la Balea lac pentru ca era deja 4.Plecam undeva pe la ora 5, ajungeam pe noapte plus vremea nu se facuse mai blanda.Un vant cumplit batea din toate directiile,negura inca se ridica si am zis ca nu are rost sa ne incercem norocul de 2 ori in aceeasi zi. Poate a 2 a oara nu mai eram chiar asa de norocosi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultima zi, am mers relaxati spre Balea lac, am dat de multi turisti. Eram asa de fericiti,cu suflet plin si linistit. Incepuse sa ne cuprinda usor usor si intristarea pentru ca realizam ca ne intoarcem la civilizatie iar noi vroiam sa mai stam.La Balea am mancat o ciorba si am baut in ceai cald! Numa cat sa ne incalzim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am continuat drumul cu masina, am ascultat Norwegian wood pe repeat si am visat la volan.&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut de cascada Balea razand. Am ajuns la borna kilometrica de la care a pornit toata povestea. De data asta eram din directia opusa, Cartisoara 4 km. Am tras pe dreapta si am scos aparatul foto, ne-am dus pe partea cealalta de borna Cascada Balea 13 km. Trebuia sa ne pozam!&lt;br /&gt;Mon cher" de acum incepe aventura =))" . Ne-am tinut de promisiune si am facut cei 13 km pana la cascada plus ceva extra pentru sufletelul nostru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O parte din drum am fost insotiti de un superb curcubeu, simbolizand frumusetea celor 3 zile de neuitat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc mon cher pentru cele 1000 de imbratisari pe minut, pentru basme, pentru munte, pentru tot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-493690838970758322?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/493690838970758322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-km.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/493690838970758322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/493690838970758322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/13-km.html' title='13 km'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SrVAkKPxsUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7OkwmNi25hI/s72-c/P1040969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-7522750236296935091</id><published>2009-09-19T21:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:48:18.205+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Secolul vitezei</title><content type='html'>Totul incepe cu criza de timp. Ajung in oras, ma pun sa dorm si cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi dimineata, imi fac toaleta de dimineata plec prin oras sa rezolv treburile rapid, ma duc la biblioteca sa invat. Pe la 2 incepe sa ma roada stomacul...."ar trebui sa merg acasa sa pap,oricum biblioteca se inchide intr-o ora". Asta am si facut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc mananc,invat. A doua zi aveam examen si eu nu citisem absolut nimic pana in ziua respectiva!!! La dracu!! Trebuie sa invat sa iau examenul...altfel ramane credit transferabil si e mai de cacat asa! Bun.....INVAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;vine seara...merg la buda sa ma pis......dar imi vine sa fac si altceva...si eram si cam constipata....&lt;br /&gt;la naiba...da ce eu am timp sa ma chinui sa ma cac???!!! las ca ma cac maine ca acu tre sa invatz!!!&lt;br /&gt;vine dimineata, mai citesc ceva si ma pregatesc de examen cu morcovul in cur de 5 km!!! dimineatza pe buda acelasi eveniment de cu o seara inainte......da ce eu am timp sa ma chinui sa ma cac?? e 8.25 la 9 am examen!!! rapid trebuia sa plec!!! las cacatul pe alta data!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;termin examenul,ma intalnesc cu prietena mea sa bem un ceai dupa examene........ii zic:auzi...eu nu m am mai cacat de 2 zile ca nu am avut timp! asa de rau am ajuns mai!.....ea rade evident.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajung acasa,am deschis usa, merg la buda......ma cac......in sfarsit am avut timp!!! nu a durat mult deloc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-7522750236296935091?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/7522750236296935091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/secolul-vitezei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7522750236296935091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/7522750236296935091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/09/secolul-vitezei.html' title='Secolul vitezei'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-8694288080944282476</id><published>2009-08-31T15:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:15:41.053+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor de duca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SpvHPLx7GWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0hbxTjT_1k0/s1600-h/Studying-Boh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SpvHPLx7GWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0hbxTjT_1k0/s320/Studying-Boh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376109643870968162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa plec!! Sa urc pe un munte,pe o creasta, sa simt nesfarsita lume!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau la mare, vreau sa ma balacesc in apa,sa tremur de frig, sa ma intorc pe o plaja jegoasa,sa am alge in par si in chiloti.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa cant cu o mie de oameni pe care nu ii cunosc,vreau sa ma imbat ca ultimul om pana nu mai stiu de mie.Vreau sa vad rasaritul cu Bolero pe fundal...vreau sa vad cum 2 oameni fac sex pe plaja.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dansez pe "Start wearing purple" ca o nebuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dorm inghesuita intr-un cort si sa am filme.Sau pe un prici  fara izopren cu 3 bratze de oameni peste mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu mai ascult cantece de munte pe youtube.sa nu imi mai amorteasca fundul pe scaunul acesta cumplit de incomod, sa nu mai am o viatza virtuala si sa nu mai fiu legata de un laptop ori de ultimele mailuri in legatura cu restantele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fac acei 13 km continuandu-i cu cine stie cati!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa se duca odata restantele!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-8694288080944282476?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/8694288080944282476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor-de-duca.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/8694288080944282476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/8694288080944282476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor-de-duca.html' title='Dor de duca!'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SpvHPLx7GWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0hbxTjT_1k0/s72-c/Studying-Boh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-5262850595949655214</id><published>2009-08-25T11:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:28:49.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub un tavan de struguri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SpOdHUyTOcI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlmiJbwgGgA/s1600-h/IMG_5046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SpOdHUyTOcI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlmiJbwgGgA/s320/IMG_5046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373811529547463106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iata-ma ajunsa pentru a 2-a oara pe vara asta la poarta spre Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;E o Narnia a noastra, de unde nu vrem sa plecam niciodata si unde copilul din mine,din noi cei care locuim acolo, e omniprezent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momentul in care treci de poarta si ajungi in gradina din spate......si soarele de mangaie pe alocuri, cum poate sa ajunga si el la tine.....si scarile sunt pe jumatate cazute pe jumatate facute......&lt;br /&gt;iar garduletul te duce mereu cu gandul la cat de plictisita era cand l-a pictat.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa stiti ca nu eram numai noi....au venit si extraterestrii....o scurta vizita.Ne-au salutat intr-o dupa-amiaza,pe o bucata de hartie si printre creioana colorate si carti pentru fumatori incepatori si pentru farmacologie...Ne-au vizitat paianjeni de toate soiurile si bubureze negre. Pisicile au venit cu grija, au incercat sa fure ceva mancare de pe masa nestransa din cauza preaplinului stomac. Viespiile erau bete de la strugurii preacopti si neadunati. Noua nu ne trebuiau struguri, zmeura, gutui si alte minunatii ale Narniei noastre. Ne erau de ajuns baloanele de sapun, razele soarelui, Radio Romania Actualitati si cateva episoade de Toate panzele sus!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astel linistea si copilaria domnesc in casa cu x-uri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-5262850595949655214?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/5262850595949655214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/sub-un-tavan-de-struguri.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5262850595949655214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/5262850595949655214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/sub-un-tavan-de-struguri.html' title='Sub un tavan de struguri'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b08vv09EVRA/SpOdHUyTOcI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZlmiJbwgGgA/s72-c/IMG_5046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-1136292358851951194</id><published>2009-08-13T17:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:32:51.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima intalnire</title><content type='html'>Ieri m-am intalnit pentru prima oara cu Ea. Am mai auzit vorbindu-se despre existenta Ei, i-am vazut operele, mai simple sau mai complexe sau mai inspaimtatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am crezut ca ma voi intalnii asa devreme cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata cand asteptam autobuzul tremuram toata si aveam furnicaturi in tot corpul. Imi ziceam: ce mai am si azi? ce tot reactionez asa?Chiar inainte sa ajung la spital iar o luase razna coprul meu si aveam acel sentiment numit "unagi" ( numit de mine si de o prietena de a mea...cuvant descoperit intr-un serial devenit o obsesie! ) si m-am gandit atunci: " Azi se va intampla ceva extraordinar! Azi e o zi mare!". Eram foarte incantata si nu stiam ce avea sa vina,dar eram sigura ca va fi de bine si exceptional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intalnesc cu Tiago si Pawel si ne incepem in mod normal ziua vorbind aiurea si discutand despre balul lor mascat si tot in lumea noastra. Ne apucam in final de treaba dar nimic spectaculos.......&lt;br /&gt;Ea inca nu isi facuse aparitia sau cel putin eu nu o simteam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine vizita si incepem sa ne plimbam prin saloane. In salonul femeilor discutam diverse cazuri si o auzeam pe pacienta cum respira.Era imposibil sa nu te gandesti la saraca femeie cat  sufera. Se auzea continuu acea respiratie agonica si nu stiam ce sa facem sa isi revina. Stiam ca e in ultima faza.&lt;br /&gt;Cam atunci a aparut Ea.  Era deasupra femeii asteptand sa isi termine respiratiile. Cine stie de cat timp astepta dar nu a fost foarte lunga asteptarea. A fost destul de draguta sa ne dea de inteles ca e acolo si ca va pleca curand lasand mici indicii auditive si olfactive. Eram usor speriata pentru ca nu stiam cat sta si incercam sa refuz ca e acolo cu noi, incercam din rasputeri sa ma concentrez asupra celorlalti pacienti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La un momendat doamna doctor ridica masca de oxigen. Inca respira.&lt;br /&gt;Pune masca la loc. Un firicel de sange se scurge pe marginea dreapta a gurii alunecand usor pe pielea ingalbenita si lispita de viata. Asta a fost tot.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi Ea a plecat,incet , fara graba.Pacienta abia se misca fiind bolnava si stand atata timp la pat.Ea nu s-a grabit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi.....in acelasi pat,era alta pacienta. Salonul era linistit. Parca nici nu vizitase Moartea ieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu o sa  uit niciodata acea fata calma si rabdatoare si felul ciudat de a lucra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-1136292358851951194?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/1136292358851951194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/prima-intalnire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1136292358851951194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/1136292358851951194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/prima-intalnire.html' title='Prima intalnire'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-118734764935186009</id><published>2009-08-11T14:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:14:42.247+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Omagiu unei urme.</title><content type='html'>Why do we feel so empty...when we're all alone?&lt;br /&gt;It seems a god is pushing me to join the world...&lt;br /&gt;Why do we feel so low...when out of love?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we need a reason when we love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to feel?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end, it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to see?&lt;br /&gt;It's killing all my trust...&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to bleed to prove we are alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why cannot waste my days in your smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we...why do we&lt;br /&gt;Why do we live after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we cannot die...the way we wanna die?&lt;br /&gt;Why it's such a shame to leave with no goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Who says we need to suffer? The joy would be enough&lt;br /&gt;Who put so many demons standing in my path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have the distance?&lt;br /&gt;So many miles between...&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be like angels?&lt;br /&gt;To fly above all dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to bleed? It's clear we are alive...&lt;br /&gt;Why cannot waste my days in your smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we...why do we&lt;br /&gt;Why do we lïve after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urma - After all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CUAp2W008&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4CUAp2W008&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allways cry and laugh in the same time when i am listening this song!&lt;br /&gt;Is one of the best i ever heard!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-118734764935186009?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/118734764935186009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/omagiul-unei-urme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/118734764935186009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/118734764935186009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/omagiul-unei-urme.html' title='Omagiu unei urme.'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3751931774064147525</id><published>2009-08-07T11:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:46:36.159+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nici ratustele nu vor</title><content type='html'>era 6 cand a sunat ceasul. cu greu  m am hotarat sa ma ridic din pat, desi stiam ca nu are rost....&lt;br /&gt;ma ridic din pat,il fac imediat pt ca e imposibil sa ma misc prin camera cu el intins.....&lt;br /&gt;sting lampa ros-portocalie ce imita particule de lava scufundate in mare.aprind comp-ul si incerc sa citesc ceva de pancreatita acuta,de tratament....nimic nu se prinde....cheful dispare......intru intr un gol imens!&lt;br /&gt;ma hotarasc brusc ca nu vreau sa merg in spital.mi e sila&lt;br /&gt;sunt mofturoasa azi.pt ce sa ma duc? sa ma certe ca iar nu stiu nimic?ca nu am retinut tratamentul?ca nu mi am scris analizele de baza?mi e sila&lt;br /&gt;ma hotarasc sa ies din casa.&lt;br /&gt;imi zic.....macar sa fac ceva daca tot nu ma duc in colo....&lt;br /&gt;cos un nasture.........imi pun salopeta uda pe mine.shoozi sunt uzi.....mi e sila.&lt;br /&gt;ies din casa.ploua.pun gluga si plec.&lt;br /&gt;ma duc spre centru pe jos prin ploaie prin orasul plin de sila mea.&lt;br /&gt;incarc cartusul......nu trebuia sa fie mai scump?hhmmmm...am iesit mai ieftin.&lt;br /&gt;ma intorc.....e abia 9....afurisitul asta de timp vrea sa ma tachineze!! sa ma simt eu vinovata ca azi nu am vrut in spital.stie el ce stie.sunt vinovata.ma simt vinovata.si nu ma pot gandii decat la ce scuza sa bag  luni cand merg iara.de ce nu m am dus azi in spital?de sila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma intorc pe raul mori.imi place strada aia.are case frumoase.......d c stau oameni plini de sila in case asa de frumoase? nu le merita! ar trebui sa stea.....oameni frumosi.....oameni cu viatza....oameni cu suflet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe rau vad 3 rate.....ma apropii......sunt 6 rate! dragele stau in ploaie.....cu ciocul sub aripa din stanga......se mai scutura....mai ciugulesc ceva......si ciocul revine sub aripa.&lt;br /&gt;le admir 5 minunte....&lt;br /&gt;ma apropii mai tare..si vad ca sunt inca 4 rate pe mal...ascunse de ploaie.....cu ciocul sub aripa din stanga.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se scutura...si ciocul revine sub aripa.....&lt;br /&gt;ma apropii........ele nici nu se uita la mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nici ratustele nu vor sa scooata ciocul de sub aripa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3751931774064147525?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3751931774064147525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/nici-ratustele-nu-vor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3751931774064147525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3751931774064147525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/08/nici-ratustele-nu-vor.html' title='Nici ratustele nu vor'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-441582617687780984</id><published>2009-07-23T14:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:28:55.784+03:00</updated><title type='text'>old passions never die</title><content type='html'>Ieri a fost prima zi a festivalului Watumi. Un festival destul de mare,amplu pentru orasul meu semi-mort.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost extrem de incantata cand am auzit d el....si in prima zi m-am dus repede repede sa vad cu ce se mananca acest fest!&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu despre el vreau sa vorbesc pentru ca nu sunt foarte multe de zis.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa spun ca a fost ciudat ca ieri m-am simtit ca la 16 ani! Lucru care nu s-a mai intamplat de ceva vreme.&lt;br /&gt;Cum ma plimbam eu prin centru singurica.....in asteptarea prietenilor,m-am intalnit cu fosti colegi de liceu si fosti colegi de la scouts!!! oamenii pe care nu i-am mai vazut de ani de zile.&lt;br /&gt;Fie.....timpul trece....ma minunez pe la standurile cu lucrusoare facute manual.....ma intalnesc cu prietenii si ne punem pe baut! Nimic dubios pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp ma suna Licurici "ce faci?" "uite beau,tu?" "bine........maine ce facem?" "pai nu stiu ce piese sunt..no....iti zic maine .....dupa ce vad programu..e ok?"&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci apare el!&lt;br /&gt;Acest el.....este un fost coleg de la scouts,pe care nu l am mai vazut de vreo 5 ani de zile! El.....a fost acea iubire din liceu peste care cu greu treci si la care te vei gandi mereu cu melancolie.....&lt;br /&gt;El......fantoma lui m-a bantuit cativa ani buni strivind orice incercare de a trece peste sau de a simti fluturii pentru altcineva.......&lt;br /&gt;Bun...dar au trecut 7-8 ani de la acel eveniment! Ma vindecasem,totul era bine,intre timp am trait alte iubiri....mi se parea normal sa fie doar un sentiment de prietenie...&lt;br /&gt;L-am salutat si imi inchei rapid convorbirea cu Licurici "scumpa hai ca vorbim maine.pa..."&lt;br /&gt;Si vorbesc cu el,incercand sa ma controlez si sa mi revin din soc.&lt;br /&gt;Il ascultam si ma uitam la ochii lui albastrii care  au ramas la fel,cu aceeasi sclipire,aceeasi viata de la 19 ani! Simteam cum imi furnicau degetele, simteam sangele cum alerga ca un nebun prin arterele maini, simteam golul imens din stomac cum se umplea incet incet cu ceva......ceva ce gadila!!!!! Si ma gandeam ca as sta cu el la povestii o noapte intrega....l-as asculta povestindu-mi cum a mai fost pe munte sau pe unde a mai umblat anii astia......&lt;br /&gt;As fi aceeasi fetita de 15-16 ani care nu e in stare sa vorbesca pentru ca e absorbita de simpla-i prezenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine s-ar fi asteptat ca dupa atatia ani sa tremur inca privind acei ochi de azur?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-441582617687780984?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/441582617687780984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-passions-never-die.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/441582617687780984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/441582617687780984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-passions-never-die.html' title='old passions never die'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-360171721629521303</id><published>2009-07-21T07:43:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:26:37.077+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre cate poti face in juma de an</title><content type='html'>Timpul a trecut mai repede decat ma asteptam.Un semestru de scoala,jumatate de an a trecut prin mine ca si cand ar fi fost doar o seara in oras plina de evenimente.&lt;br /&gt;E adevarat ca a fost o perioada foarte aglomerata si nu am avut timp sa diger toate cele intamplate....dar pana la urma pentru asta este facuta vacanta nu?&lt;br /&gt;Pornind de la diverse intalniri cu prietenii,iesiri in tara neprevazute si mule alte lucruri de genu asta care sunt normale.....ajungand la faculta....cu obisnuitul orar si noua conducere.......&lt;br /&gt;Noua conducere....&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta noua conducere a facut un semestru (de fapt un an intreg) atat de stresant incat atunci cand credeam ca in sfarsit s-au linistit apele......jbang!!!! veneau cu un nou regulament  ce schimba totul! Bun! Incepi si te certi cu X si cu Z pentru ca nu e corect ce fac oamenii aia cu noi si inainte de sesiune ei se trezesc sa ne futa!Dar.........nimic nu e corect!!! Asa ca....draga student....fa tu cat scandal vrei...pentru ca aia de sus tot fac ce vor!!!! (doar se intampla la nivel national.....de ce sa nu fie si la nivelul unei universitati!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi......cel mai important eveniment...din tot anul asta inca neincheiat, este cu siguranta semnarea actelor de vanzare cumparare!&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma laud pentru ca nu ii o realizare personala 100%!&lt;br /&gt;Am fost sponsorizata de parinti....si am cautat apartament cu fratele meu! Deeh.....noi de ce sa nu profitam de piata imobiliara cazuta aproape de pamant......(vai! dar avea de unde sa cada pentru ca romanii sunt niste parsivi....si oricum preturile initiale erau imense....acum sa zicem ca apartamenle ar fi la valoarea reala,dar asta e alt subiect).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momentul in care tu esti fata in fata cu notarul si cu fostul proprietar si tre sa semnezi actele si stii ca iei apartamentul ala cu totul, de la datorii la pereti crapati la VECINI.....te gandesti de zece ori inainte!&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca ar fi ceva in neregula cu el sau ca ai sta acolo pe vecie (pentru ca poti sa-l vinzi mai tarziu  si sa-ti iei altceva) daaaaaaaarr ideea ca vei locui acolo o buna bucata de timp te face  sa iti doresti cele mai bune conditii(logic huh?) si prin asta sa te gandesti de mii de ori.....daca tie chiar iti convine vecinu ala, sau daca e ok ca in fatza geamurilor ai un alt bloc si te vede vecinu' cand mergi la baie!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eh.......Eu ca un copil ce sunt am ramas marcata de acest eveniment! Si m-am gandit ca asta e cel mai serios lucru pe care l-am facut in viata mea! Cu implicatii fiscale,penale(daca e sa o ducem la extrema).......imensa birocratie!&lt;br /&gt;Si altfel te intorci dupa un examen istovitor intr-un pat dintr-o casa care iti apartine! Fara proprietari avizi dupa chirie si rautaciosi, fara vecini ce se uita stramb la chiriasi, fara administratori care iti trimit pe cap "organul" sa vada daca ai flotant sau nu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E liniste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-360171721629521303?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/360171721629521303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/despre-cate-poti-face-intr-o-juma-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/360171721629521303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/360171721629521303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/07/despre-cate-poti-face-intr-o-juma-de.html' title='Despre cate poti face in juma de an'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689244459609253369.post-3269598166069729714</id><published>2009-01-10T22:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:46:26.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe nesimţite...</title><content type='html'>Sunt plecată de acasă de câţiva ani, de câţiva ani îmi bat prietenele la cap cu aceeşi replica. Vreau să cresc mare!!! Cred că  s-au plictisit de aceeaşi bandă de magnetofon. Tot timpul cât vorbeam cu ele le spuneam cum vreau sa devin  responsabilă, sa plătesc facturi, să fac toate acele drumuri de "om mare"  (era doar imaginea unei femei puternice, stăpână pe situaţie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel m-am trezit acum câteva zile singură în oraşul studenţiei mele(frate-miu a ramas acasă), cu factura de gaz neplatită si cu preaviz!Nu-i bai imi zic......lasă mami că te duci tu şi plăteşti si apoi iţi pune mama bani iar pe card! Totul e simplu nu?Şi dute si află unde se plăteşte gazul,factură restanta plus factură curentă,cozi,ghişee, babe nărabdătoare....nu cumva sa moară fară sa aibă gazu plătit, reparaţii, zgomot de maşini in gropi si tot  stressul cotitidian! Bun....dar vezi că mai ai de plătit întreţinerea si administratoru stă chiar langă tine.....bun......plătit!!&lt;br /&gt;Încălzeşte apartamentul.....că de.....vacanţă.....centrala oprită....iarnă...subsol......frig de nu ştii de tine!!! Şi anul abia a inceput!!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus şcoală..acolo alte bătăi de cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;După vreo 3 zile de plimbat descopăr că m-am descurcat chiar bine.Am făcut tot ce era de făcut,făra nici un ajutor major (adică doar banii alor mei....dar no...studenta e studenta)....si fără să-mi dau seama am crescut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine ...mandră fiind de reusita mea.......mă pun se rezolv si celelalte lucruri.....&lt;br /&gt;Pornesc computerul si reinstalez windowsul şi îmi încălzesc si masa de seară (că aia de prânz nu există mulţumită programului supraîncărcat al unei nenorocite de facultăţii!).&lt;br /&gt;Şi alerg  între comp si aragaz, iară comp, iară aragaz, iară computer in disperata încercare de a instala un windows cu  probleme....&lt;br /&gt;Nu  cred că am stat mai mult de 4 minute blocată in faţa computerului.....dar de ajuns incât sa ia foc prosopul de bucatarie.....sa mai am un pic să dau foc intregii bucătarii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaz plăteşti, foc foloseşti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later edit: mda....am fost sunată de la bancă să-mi spună că nu am completat cum trebuie câmpurile pentru transfer.Astfel am fost NEVOITĂ (urâsc să vorbesc la telefon cu persoanele pe care nu le cunosc) să sun la gaz să le zic pt cine plătesc bla bla bla.......&lt;br /&gt;şi eu care credeam că m-am descurcat bine si că am scăpat! uufffffff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2689244459609253369-3269598166069729714?l=vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/feeds/3269598166069729714/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/01/pe-nesimite.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3269598166069729714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2689244459609253369/posts/default/3269598166069729714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vreausacrescmare.blogspot.com/2009/01/pe-nesimite.html' title='Pe nesimţite...'/><author><name>reflexia copilului</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366352496147932693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuZCFgBGx0g/TeC54g95ldI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hm8I7Hl0VoY/s220/liverpool.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
