<?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-8837127155126507139</id><updated>2012-02-20T06:21:15.667+02:00</updated><category term='Love story'/><category term='scenariul'/><category term='manuscris'/><category term='funny'/><category term='personal'/><category term='deductions'/><category term='filme'/><category term='jeux d&apos;enfantes'/><category term='Leapsa'/><category term='muzica'/><category term='o poveste in doi'/><category term='art?'/><title type='text'>Linn</title><subtitle type='html'>"Nici o piedică în calea vagabondajului nesfârşit al minţii"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6874544576269813149</id><published>2012-02-08T20:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:32:10.738+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Karmin - Crash Your Party (Official)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WOorxvAVqb4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-6874544576269813149?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6874544576269813149/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6874544576269813149' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6874544576269813149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6874544576269813149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2012/02/karmin-crash-your-party-official.html' title='Karmin - Crash Your Party (Official)'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WOorxvAVqb4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4645642027892593369</id><published>2012-02-08T20:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:28:58.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Let's stop this bullshit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP335t97doA/TzK-vPaszRI/AAAAAAAAAuc/LepJ7Wfvg5U/s1600/417539_203123033118662_193763917387907_348364_2052476394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Doar daca ne esti genul de persoana care chiar retine daca invata pe de rost. Dar si asa, degeaba iei note mari in examen, degeaba ai stiut acolo daca nu intelegi nimic din ce ai memorat pe de rost.&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa regret ca am fost asa rar pe la scoala inca de cand am aflat ca nu intru intr-un examen pentru ca nu am prezentele necesare. Dar acum regret si mai tare pentru ca eu nu sunt genul care sa invete pe de rost, NU POT! Chiar nu pot, as vreau eu sa pot. Eu trebuie sa inteleg ca sa tin minte ceva, daca nu, uit fraza si la un minut dupa ce am citit-o.&lt;br /&gt;Absentele mi le-am facut din 2 motive, unul de inteles, si unul de neacceptat.&lt;br /&gt;Acela pe care-l puteti intelege e ca lucram si mi se suprapuneau orarele.&lt;br /&gt;Cel de neacceptat e ca nu ma duceam ca nu ma puteam trezi, ca era frig, si cel mai stupid ca nu voiam sa merg din cauza ca eram pe langa ca nu am mers nici inainte. Bull shit!&lt;br /&gt;Vine semestrul viitor, care e mai scurt si sper sa ma descurc mai bine. Incerc sa imi gasesc o sluba part-time ca sa pot da pe la facultate mai des. Sper sa fie oke. Eh, o sa fie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Off topic, atata optimism in mine de da pe dinafara. Am prea multe unde pozitive. Iar cand acestea intre in contact cu cele negative se produc scantei. Cel putin asta e teoria mea pentru faptul ca ma curenteaza usa de la taxi cand o inchid, bara de la autobuz, etc... Parul nu stiu daca e electrizat caci cum e el cret si cu volum parca mereu a luat-o razna :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1751237798049802047?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1751237798049802047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1751237798049802047' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1751237798049802047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1751237798049802047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2012/02/ce-ti-e-si-cu-examenele-astea.html' title='Ce ti-e si cu examenele astea.'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1233643219545962220</id><published>2012-01-01T07:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:35:49.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>La multi ani !</title><content type='html'>In 2011 am facut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cel mai important lucru care s-a intamplat anul trecut e Alex. Faptul ca l-am cunoscut, l-am lasat sa ajunga cel mai bun prieten al meu sa imi intre in suflet si sa fie o parte din mine. I &amp;lt;3 you! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M-am inscris la Jurnalism, in sfarsit o facultate ce imi place si de care vreau sa ma tin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi-am imbunatatit substantial relatia cu ai mei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am fost la mare "as a free spirit"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am lucrat ca si barman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am invatat sa pretuiesc toate lucrurile mai putin banii, pentru ca bani vin si pleaca, azi ai, maine nu ai, poimaine poate ai iar si totusi nu ai murit. chiar daca ultimii mei banuti sunt putini, nu ma deranjeaza sa ii folosesc daca ii fac o placere cuiva, chiar daca imi fac mie o mica placere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am invatat motto-ul &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6vLAa-kylM"&gt;Hakuna matata&lt;/a&gt;! care inseamna fara griji&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si o gramada de alte lucruri pe care nu mi le amintesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2012 vreau:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa imi iau caine! Neaparat!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa ma mut cu Alex, sa avem pitici de gradina(pe care sa ii tinem pe balcon) si mii de alte kitchuri interesante &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa invat sa ma dau cu placa de snowboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa trec cu bine de prima mea sesiune&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa ies din tara (nu de tot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa cumpar un lego&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa fac un puzzle de 1000 de piese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;      si poate: sa fac scoala de soferi si sa imi iau o tiny masinuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La multi ani inca odata si hakuna matata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1233643219545962220?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1233643219545962220/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1233643219545962220' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1233643219545962220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1233643219545962220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani !'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2355640706272942854</id><published>2011-12-18T16:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:05:43.267+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Somnic Usor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGisw1bZwjk/Tu4BOlwy8yI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5lmOCWf9q6c/s1600/1266635171207047.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGisw1bZwjk/Tu4BOlwy8yI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5lmOCWf9q6c/s320/1266635171207047.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687484729582088994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somnul e chintesenta vietii mele. Somnul, bateria circuitelor mele nervoase. Somnul e energizantul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Cu somn ma vindec. Orice s-ar abate asupra mea dupa un somn bun, sunt ca si noua.&lt;br /&gt;Cu somn uit. Toate problemele de peste zi nu ma dezechilibreaza pentru ca stiu ca in curand voi adormi si odata ce ma voi trezi acestea vor fi disparute sau in cel mai rau caz doar diminuate. &lt;br /&gt;Cu somn traiesc. Fie ca visez si asta se intampla din ce in ce mai rar, si atunci traiesc experiente nebanuite, atunci calatoresc si fac tot ce vreau sa fac intr-o viata in doar cateva minute, repede cum imi place mie. Fie ca sunt nopti lungi pline de somn puternic in care nu imi aduc aminte ce am visat dar ma trezesc cu o stare de spirit linistita si calma ca si cum as fi fost intr-o transa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu sunt "a morning person". Nu as putea sa fiu, iubesc prea mult somnul ca sa renunt brusc la el pentru a face lucruri insipide pe care le-as putea face si mai tarziu. Eu trebuie sa ma trezesc usor, linn ca si mine. Sa las somnul sa se risipeasca singur pentru a se intoarce mai tarziu la mine frumos. De aceea nu imi place sa fiu trezita, si sunt foarte morocanoasa cu cei care imi alunga somnul. Sunt genul de persoana care arunca cu perne dupa cei care vor sa o trezeasca, pe alex il mai iert cand ma trezeste cu un pupic, dar in sufletelul meu parca ii port putina ranchiuna.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2355640706272942854?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2355640706272942854/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2355640706272942854' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2355640706272942854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2355640706272942854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/12/somnic-usor.html' title='Somnic Usor'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGisw1bZwjk/Tu4BOlwy8yI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5lmOCWf9q6c/s72-c/1266635171207047.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-451399652803116109</id><published>2011-12-18T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:49:06.490+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story * -  11</title><content type='html'>Peste 3 zile am plecat la mare. Noi doi si cu surioara mea mai mica pe care urma sa o las la o matusa care locuia in constanta. A fost amuzant pe tren, intr-un fel dubios ne jucam de-a mama, tata si copilul, maria fiind fica noastra. Ii schimbasem si numele in Eva, numele nostru preferat de fata. SLAP! Nu stiu exact ce s-a intamplat. Mi-a luat putin sa ma dezmeticesc si mi-am dat seama ca tocmai primisem o palma. Poftim? Mi-a dat o palma. Pentru ce? Nici acum nu stiu. Dar asta nu ma intereseaza. Eram prea buimacita ca sa simt ceva in momentul ala. Inca nu imi venea sa cred. Sigur asta s-a intamplat? Chiar mi-a dat o palma? Urmatoarea m-a convins ca prima a fost cat se poate de adevarata. Tot ce am simtit in acel moment a fost rusine. Totdeauna mi-a fost mila de fetele batute de prietenii lor si ma gandeam ca de ce nu termina odata cu ei? Eu de ce nu am terminat? Ce puteam sa fac, sa ma intorc din drum? Ar fi fost o decizie corecta. Acum ca mi-am amintit asta imi doresc ca el sa fi fost viu sa il fi facut sa sufere, l-as fi ars cu tigara pe fata pentru ca nu suporta ca fumez, i-as fi jupuit pielea de pe obraz foarte incet, doar ca sa simta o durere pe fata. Argumentul #4 Voiam sa sufere. Stiu ca si-a dat seama ce s-a intamplat defapt, chiar in ultima fractiune de secunda, pentru ca era baiat destept cand venea vorba de chestii dintr-astea. Si atunci sper ca a suferit. Discutasem cu el despre ce a facut, si l-am rugat sa nu se mai intample ca eu nu pot sa accept asa ceva. A trecut 1 an, voi ce credeti ca s-a intamplat? Am acceptat asta si altele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-451399652803116109?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/451399652803116109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=451399652803116109' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/451399652803116109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/451399652803116109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-story-11.html' title='Love story * -  11'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1632022201361052276</id><published>2011-10-19T00:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:44:21.152+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Vis au Vis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Vorbind intr-o seara cu prietenul meu despre vise am ajuns la concluzia ca eu nu am avut experien-te prea obisnuite cu visele. Am vorbit in somn. Ceea ce depaft vroiam sa zbier, se auzea in realitate ca o bolboroseala.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;M- am trezit chicotind pt ca radeam in vis sau m-am trezit scancind pt ca plangeam groaznic in vis. Am avut un cosmar cand eram mica care s-a repetat cand am crescut in exact aceleasi detalii doar ca eu eram mai mare. Am si umblat in somn. Casa mea era unita cu a bunicilor. Eu aveam obiceiul , atunci cand se certau ai mei, sa merg sa dorm la bunicamea sa nu-i mai aud. Intr-o seara se certau dar nu m-au lasat sa merg si am adormmit suparata ca nu am mers. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A doua zi, ghiciti unde m-am trezit? Exact. La bunica in pat. Aveam fragmente in cap cand am batut la usa ei si cand am aterizat in pat dar credeam ca am visat ceva dubios, abia cand m-am intors la mine acasa si m-a intrebat mama unde am disparut ca si-a facut griji atunci mi-am dat seama unde am adormit si unde m-am trezit.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Totusi de departe cea mai tare intamplare cu visele a fost constientizarea lor. Stiu ca am auzit undeva ca poti sa-ti controlezi visul daca sti ca visezi. Nu prea am luat eu in seama asta, dar intr-o noapte visam ceva si nu mi-a placut intorsatura de situatie pe care a luat-o actiunea si am hotarat ca vreau sa ma trezesc. De unde pana unde nu stiu. Am ramas uimita cand realizasem mai tarziu ca ciupitul mainii in vis chiar m-a adus la realitate. Pt cateva secunde eram in camera mea dupa care am adormit la loc intr-un somn fara vise. De acolo a inceput distractia. Am inceput sa ma documentez pe net despre visarea lucida, am facut tot felul de experimente dar nu am mai reusit sa controlez visele. Cel putin nu cand vroiam eu. Dar intr-o seara… Eram pur si simplu pe o strada, pe de alta blocuri inalte , iar in capat apus. Eu stiam ca e vis. Visul meu. Stiam de aseamenea&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;si ca pot sa controlez visul si ca pot sa fac orice in el. Am vrut sa incerc aceasta teorie. Primul lucru: sa zbor. Si m-am ridicat de la pamant. Pur si simplu pluteam si eram consti-enta de tot. Nu am reusit sa parcurg distante pt ca m-am trezit, dar sentimental pe care l-am avut dupa a fost inaltator. Inca o chestier a fost ca am visat DE 5 ORI ca am nascut o fetita sau o aveam, pe care o chema Eva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1632022201361052276?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1632022201361052276/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1632022201361052276' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1632022201361052276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1632022201361052276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/10/vis-au-vis.html' title='Vis au Vis'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-9032093806138294489</id><published>2011-10-02T19:36:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:36:21.915+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story * -  10</title><content type='html'>Se apropiau zilele de intoarcere in Romania si ma gandeam ca la o zi dupa ce ajung si merg la el sa ii fac o vizita. Vroiam sa fie o supriza dar nu mai stiu exact cum m-am dat de gol. Am stabilit sa ne intalnim in fata la mall. Mi-era foarte frica ca nu il recunosc si ca incepe sa imi faca o scena acolo. Dar cum a aparut de dupa colt, nici nu mai vedeam pe altcineva sau altceva infara de el, totul era in ceata, iar el ca fat frumos, atat ca nu avea calul alb, eh avea tricoul alb in care ii sta foarte bine. Ma tot gandeam cum sa reactionez si ce sa fac cand il vad. Adica se presupunea ca ar fi trebuit sa fim impreuna, sau ca urmeaza asta. Ma gandeam sa ma prezint pur si simplu? Sa-l imbratisez doar? Si mi-am adus aminte ca in urma cu un an cand m-am intalnit cu un tip tot cam in aceleasi circumstante, el m-a imbratisat si m-a sarutat, gest care m-a surprins total dar in mod placut. M-am gandit sa fac si eu acelasi lucru. Nici pana acum nu stiu ce reactie a avut, pacat ca nu o sa aflu niciodata. Ne-am dus pe o terasa pe republici, mai tarziu mi-am dat seama ca imi spusese de ea ca fiind una dintre cele mai ieftine. Ca sa traduc: nu prea a dat importanta unde m-a dus.Argumentul #3 Nu am fost niciodata destul de importanta pentru el si totusi am fost cea mai importanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-9032093806138294489?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/9032093806138294489/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=9032093806138294489' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9032093806138294489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9032093806138294489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-story-10.html' title='Love story * -  10'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3407892060314768178</id><published>2011-09-11T17:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:02:42.594+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story* 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cand s-a terminat anul scolar m-am dus in Spania la taica-meo. Desigur ca certurile au continuat si acolo. In fiecare seara intram pe net de la un internet-caffe si in fiecare seara mergeam acasa epuizata de atatea certuri. Taica-meo a observat ca tot timpul ma intorc trista sau prostdispusa de la internet si s-a hotarat sa nu mai imi dea bani. Ca sa fac rost de bani renuntasem sa ma duc la piscina, iar cu banii pe care ii plateam la intrare ma duceam sa fiu certat. Insa intr-o seara ma saturasem. Deja nu mai suportam, oricat de dragut si oricat de serios ar fi parut sa fie totul, nu mai vroiam sa aud de el niciodata. Si asa i-am spus si lui dupa care am iesit. Mi-a dat mesaj prin care se scuza ca exagerase ca totul nu a fost decat niste teste psihologice sa vada cat suport si cat vreau eu sa fie de serioasa toata treaba. Dar mesajul suna intr-un fel foarte dulce care ma facea sa ma simt speciala si normal ca l-am iertat. Proasta cred. Cred ca e singurul lucru cu care avea dreptate cand ma descria, desi putea sa spuna mai dragut - naiva .De data asta nu se mai certa cu mine din orice, dar motive tot erau, oricat incercam sa fiu eu de perfecta, nu eram cu voia el.&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/8837127155126507139-3407892060314768178?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3407892060314768178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3407892060314768178' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3407892060314768178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3407892060314768178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-story-9.html' title='Love story* 9'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7421759458367402687</id><published>2011-09-04T06:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T06:07:54.787+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story * - 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cum spuneam eram naiva. Si inainte de el. Tot ma "indragosteam" de  tot felul de tipi, care mai de care mai tepari. Care niciodata nu voiau  nimic serios, nici macar pe aproape. Cat despre cei care voiau, unde au  fost? Ca eu nu i-am observat (asta era alta problema). La ziua unui  prieten, m-am cuplat cu un tip care murea dupa mine. iar mie nu imi  displacea pentru ca avea un anumit sarm de badass. Insa stiam ca nu e  potrivit pt mine. Da m-ar fi facut fericita cat as fi stat cu el, dar  mai apoi? sunt sigura ca as fi ajuns si eu in locul in care era el, si  nu prea imi convenea asta. Mai era un tip cu care vorbeam, si el ma  placea destul de mult. Mie mi se parea doar dragut. El chiar ar fi fost  bun pentru mine, dar nuuuu, eu vreau badass. Acestia ca cel din urma  sunt cei pe care nu ii vedeam. La altii vedeam un defect care mi se  parea major, iar cei care imi placeau ajungeau sa isi bata joc. De aceea  cand a aparut el cu planuriile lui dupa doar doua saptamani sa mergem  la mare m-a luat valul si mai tare. Ma mai alinta cu gorgeous , dar cand  mi-a spus cupcake, ceea ce mi s-a parut incredibil de dragut, am sarit  in sus la propriu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prima data cand ne-am certat  a fost din cauza ca am uitat sa il sun. Iesisem cu un prieten si m-am  lasat prinsa de masina lui (atunci am condus prima data) si uitasem sa  il sun. Defapt oricum nu cred ca l-as fi sunat. Pentru ca desi nu aveam  nimic cu tipul cu care am iesit, mi se parea nepoliticos sa il ignor ca  sa il sun pe altciva doar ca sa stau la povesti. Dar normal ca s-a  suparat si mi-a facut capul calendar. Am adormit suparata pe mine cu  gandul ca iar am dat-o in bara. Eram obisnuita dinainte ca totul e gata  dupa prima cearta. Daca e ceva ce stiu sigur dupa aceasta relatie, e ca  lucrurile stau cu totul altfel. Certurile sunt necesare pentru  imbunatatirea relatiei. A doua zi mi-a trimis un pupic. Care m-a durutat  complet. "Deci nu e gata? Iei! Pe viitor o sa fiu mai atenta." Chiar si  asa... Nu conta cata atentie ii dadeam si cat de draguta eram, dupa  acea prima cearta el tot cauta motive sa se certe cu mine, din orice,  absolut orice. O zi in care nu ne certam mi se parea anormala, mi se  parea ca ceva nu e in ordine si ma temeam sa nu vina ceva mai rau decat  scandalurile zilnice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7421759458367402687?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7421759458367402687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7421759458367402687' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7421759458367402687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7421759458367402687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-story-8.html' title='Love story * - 8'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5085539439433052740</id><published>2011-08-21T22:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:58:30.547+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story* - 7</title><content type='html'>Problema mea e ca eram naiva. Credeam orice, ORICE! Damn it. Si mai si interpretam intr-un fel in care sa imi da prea multe sperante si idei false. Dar nici nu era alta forma de interpretare, pentru ca el mereu stia ce trebuie sa spuna si cand sa spuna. Ca sa fi actionat cum trebuie in relatia asta trebuia sa am cat de cat o experienta in domeniu. Nu numai ca nu il cunosteam pe el foarte bine dar nici ce se face intr-un anumit moment nu stiam. Totul am invatat pe parcurs. El e tutorele meu. Poate de aia am facut ceea ce am facut.Argumentul #1 Stiti ca elevul nu poate sa devina mai bun ca si profesorul decat daca profesorul nu mai exista. Totusi nu pot sa inteleg cum anume am ajuns asa rece. Inainte abia puteam sa omor o musca, iar cum , cand stiu ca cineva merita, nu am nici un dubiu ce trebuie facut.Asta nu inseamna ca voi mai face treaba asta. Nu, doar el a fost destul de important ca sa savarsesc o asemnea fapta. Sunt sigura ca daca ar putea fi constient, si ar trece de nervi bineinteles, acum ar fi mandru. Ar trebui sa se simta onorat. In fine, nu am facut-o pentru el. Daca stiam ca ii fac lui un serviciu, nu o mai faceam. Argumentul #2 Am facut-o pentru lume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5085539439433052740?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5085539439433052740/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5085539439433052740' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5085539439433052740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5085539439433052740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story-7.html' title='Love story* - 7'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-9101767875988722432</id><published>2011-08-12T10:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:32:16.033+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story * - 6</title><content type='html'>L-am cunoscut pe net. Pe hi5 ca sa fiu mai exacta. Ar fi cam prima data cand sunt sincera in legatura cu asta. Lumea cand aude "pe net" automat se gandeste: "nu e nimic serios, o sa se termine repede". Eh uite ca am facut mai mult de un an, cat de repede s-a terminat? Oricum, intr-o oarecare masura si eu ma gandeam tot la fel. Ca nu o sa dureze mult. Nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu e ca nu voiam sa dureze mai mult, dar mi se parea cam imposibil de numit o relatie ceea ce ma gandeam eu ca urma sa fie. Si acum cand ma uit inapoi ma gandesc, ce fel de relatie a fost si asta? Nu ca ar fi fost mai diferita daca nu ar fi fost distanta. Defapt poate nici nu am fi ramas atata timp impreuna daca nu ar fi fost distanta. Fiind prima mea relatie, aveam nevoie sa ma obisnuiesc cu obligatiile pe care aceasta le impune si deasemenea cu toate figuriile unui baiat. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-9101767875988722432?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/9101767875988722432/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=9101767875988722432' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9101767875988722432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9101767875988722432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story-6.html' title='Love story * - 6'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4860207726980320444</id><published>2011-08-12T10:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:30:26.169+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story - explicatii</title><content type='html'>Pentru cine urmareste aceasta mica serie de povestiri as avea cateva lucruri de mentionat:&lt;div&gt;Pana acum in fiecare numar era vorba de o persoana diferita. In capitotul care urmeaza vor fi tot asa mai multe numere, dar va fi vorba despre O SINGURA PERSOANA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sa incerc de acum incolo sa pun cate un nr in fiecare vineri, sper sa va placa ce urmeaza :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4860207726980320444?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4860207726980320444/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4860207726980320444' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4860207726980320444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4860207726980320444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story-explicatii.html' title='Love story - explicatii'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8801171073738672809</id><published>2011-08-04T01:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T01:53:49.721+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Cam nu stiu ce vreau</title><content type='html'>Am mai scris &lt;a href="http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-stiu-ce-vreau.html"&gt;un post&lt;/a&gt; pe aceasi tema acu ceva timp. &lt;div&gt;Sunt genul de persoana nemultumita. Cand are bine vrea rau, cand are rau se plange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricat de bine mi-ar merge si oricat de bine m-as simti, oarecum obisnuita cu greu si cu lucruri rele sa mi se intample, mereu am senzatia ca nu o sa dureze multe acea stare de bine. partea rea e ca deasemenea presimt ca eu voi fi cea care o va strica. Cumva in subconstient cred ca nu merit bine. Desi stiu ca merit. Da, merit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand imi merge rau, din nou tot eu sunt de vina. Orice mi s-ar intampla, orice mi-ar face cineva eu sunt de vina ca s-a ajuns acolo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu daca vreau ca lucrurile sa mearga asa, nu stiu ce sa fac sa mearga altcumva pentru ca nu stiu cum vreau sa mearga. Nu stiu nimic! Nu stiu nici de ce sunt asa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8801171073738672809?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8801171073738672809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8801171073738672809' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8801171073738672809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8801171073738672809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/08/cam-nu-stiu-ce-vreau.html' title='Cam nu stiu ce vreau'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2113362637716845543</id><published>2011-08-03T19:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:17:44.659+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;- Nu mai vin in Cluj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cum? De ce nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pentru ca s-au scos niste poevsti pe tema mea care ma deranjeaza si nu vreau sa fiu privita aiurea de toata lumea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ce copila esti, prea multi iti pasa ce gandesc ceilalti. Oricum nu toti pun botul la tot felul de povesti, eu unul nu pun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A fost un apropo cumva?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Poti sa o iei cum vrei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana la urma m-am dus in Cluj sa ma intalnesc cu Blondul. Era prima persoana care imi placea din cauza caracterului si nu pentru cum arata. Era persoana cu care superficialitatea mea s-a dat la fund. Cand ne-am intalnit am facut eu niste chesti care l-au surprins vizibil placut, si m-am gandit ca e ceva, avand in vedere ca ne-am sarutat cand ne-am despartit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urma sa ne vedem weekendul urmator la un concurs de skate din Baia Mare dar eu nu am putut sa merg din cauza parintilor. Dupa doua zile am primit bomba: "Dar tu stii ca Blondul are prietena?" Adica una care nu eram eu. M-am simtit tradata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa doua saptamani m-am dus din nou in Cluj. Stiam ca o sa ma intalnesc cu el fie ca vreau, fie ca nu. Dar nu aveam de gand sa ma ascund. Eram la intrare cand apare si el. In mod ironic, i-am zambit frumos si i-am intors spatele plecand. Mai tarziu in acea seara mi-a spus in timp ce dansa langa mine ca a ramas oarecum marcat de caracterul meu. Nu se astepta la acel zambet. Am iesit la o poveste. Ne-am plimbat pe cetatuie timp in care imi spunea ca sunt o persoana cu totul speciala si ii pare rau sa imi faca asta dar nu e de acord deloc cu relatiile la distanta. Cum inca nu mi-a trecut efectul de la tradare nu m-au inmuiat vorbele lui de miere si i-am raspuns ca daca si el ar fi fost special s-ar fi putut, dar mi-am dat seama ca nu se ridica la nivelul asteptarilor mele si ca nu mai are rost sa imi pierd timpul vorbind cu oameni care se dau batuti asa usor cand vine vorba de o persoana pe care o considera speciala. Am intrat inapoi la party, m-am dus la bar si am baut un shot sa ma calmez ca eram incredibil de uimita ca am reusit sa spun chestiile alea&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/8837127155126507139-2113362637716845543?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2113362637716845543/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2113362637716845543' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2113362637716845543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2113362637716845543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story-5.html' title='Love story 5'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5558752698044600237</id><published>2011-07-24T00:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T03:38:55.203+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story 4</title><content type='html'>- Dar eu am auzit ca ai facut sex cu el. Si Gravette cu prietena ta.&lt;br /&gt;- Poftim? De la cine?&lt;br /&gt;- De la o tipa.&lt;br /&gt;- In primul rand nu am facut nimic. Si nici ea.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu stiu. Tipa de la el a auzit...&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un  weekend am intrerupt traditia cu Gazzette, pentru a ne duce la un  concert Vita de Vie. Acolo Mell s-a intalnit cu Blondul cu care am facut  si eu cunostinta. Desigur, eu pe Blond il stiam de cand am fost la un  concurs de skate si mi s-a pus pata pe el. De asemenea il stiam si pe  Ken, pe seama caruia am glumit cu Blondul. Ne simteam noi bine pe acolo,  ne distram, dar problema era ca nu aveam unde sa dormim (eu si Mell),  asa ca am pus un plan la bataie: combinam 2 baieti si mergem sa dormim  la ei. Partea interesanta a venit cand un prieten de-a lui Ken si-a  aratat interesul pt Mell. Eu am cam incercat sa ii tai elanul spunandu-i  ca ea are prieten in Bucuresti pt ca stiam ca ea a venit sa se vada cu  Blondul. Insa ea nu il mai voia pe blond si a inceput sa arate anumit  interes pt Gravette. Situatia cu dormitul s-a rezolvat cand Ken a venit  la mine si m-a intrebat sarmant: "Si tu ai prieten?" si m-a sarutat. "Ei,  uite ca mi-am gasit unde sa dorm" mi-am spus, gandidu-ma ca voi reusi  sa fiu eu cea care profita, insa a doua zi ni s-au scos povesti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5558752698044600237?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5558752698044600237/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5558752698044600237' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5558752698044600237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5558752698044600237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-story-4.html' title='Love story 4'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5612094209516644249</id><published>2011-07-19T20:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:37:59.602+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Azi am fost barman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYqHpsxmyGU/TiXO8n3DCuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/dEGP5ft82IQ/s1600/draft_lens5625412module43327662photo_1246387687how-to-bartend.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYqHpsxmyGU/TiXO8n3DCuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/dEGP5ft82IQ/s320/draft_lens5625412module43327662photo_1246387687how-to-bartend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631134449984015074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.... un fel de. &lt;div&gt;Toata lumea stie ca eu de cand m-am angajat defapt voiam sa fiu barman, eram fascinata de asta si inca sunt. Stateam in fata barului sa vad cum fac prepara colegii bauturile chiar daca imi asteptau mesele sa le iau comenzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-au mai lasat colegii sa intru in bar si sa prepar si eu odata ce s-au convins ca stiu anumite lucruri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai nou am prins persoanele respective cu care am vorbit si care, sper, ma vor ajuta sa devin barman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar azi, am lucrat in Janis Cafe, doar eu. Am responsabilitatea de a face tot ce face un barman cand lucreaza aici. Si imi place, sunt foarte incantata. Noroc ca am fost atenta la tot ce fac colegii mei, caci a fi barman nu presupune doar prepararea bauturilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum, sunt foarte incantata si abia astept sa invat mai multe, abia astept sa fac cursul de barmani, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5612094209516644249?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5612094209516644249/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5612094209516644249' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5612094209516644249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5612094209516644249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/07/azi-am-fost-barman.html' title='Azi am fost barman'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYqHpsxmyGU/TiXO8n3DCuI/AAAAAAAAAuI/dEGP5ft82IQ/s72-c/draft_lens5625412module43327662photo_1246387687how-to-bartend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4904373050183362535</id><published>2011-07-16T16:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:13:57.109+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story 3</title><content type='html'>- Sunt la tine in oras. Ne vedem?&lt;br /&gt;Cand fostul meu prieten s-a dus la mare fara mine, fara sa mai dea vreun semn de viata, eu am decis sa imi petrec weekendurile in Cluj in Gazzette. Totusi a fost o seara in care nu am putut sa merg si prietena mea, cea cu care mergeam de obicei a trebuit sa mearga fara mine. Am vorbit cu fetele pe care l-am cunoscut la OCS sa se intalneasca cu ea, ca si ele mergeau. In continuare cand am mers in Gazzette ne intalneam cu ele. Intr-o seara l-am cunoscut pe &lt;i&gt;Fata de cal&lt;/i&gt;. Dupa ce ne-am pupat mi-a atras una dintre fete atentia ca am pus mana pe unul din baietii ravniti in Cluj. Mi-a spus ca si ea a fost cu el. Eu i-am raspuns ca nu e mare lucru, si ca eu sarut si mai bine ca el. Pe Ella a amuzat-o remarca si cum conversatia avea loc langa baie, am luat-o de o parte si am sarutat-o sa ii demosntrez. Cred ca celulele infierbantate din corpul meu din cauza alcoolului, mi-au dat curaj.  La sfarsitul serii i-am cerut numarul de telefon lui &lt;i&gt;Fata de cal &lt;/i&gt;si a cam ezitat sa mi-l dea. Poate de aia nici nu mi-a raspuns la mesaj a doua zi. Dar cand a venit la mine in oras, m-a sunat. Avea nevoie de un loc in care sa doarma el si cu prietenii lor. Trebuia nici eu sa nu ii fi raspuns. I-am spus de o cunostinta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4904373050183362535?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4904373050183362535/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4904373050183362535' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4904373050183362535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4904373050183362535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-story-3.html' title='Love story 3'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-770861775507300570</id><published>2011-07-09T04:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T04:13:39.736+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story 2</title><content type='html'>- Te iubesc, mai, te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas muta. Nici nu stiam cum sa continui conversatia. Ma iubea? Dupa doua saptamani de conversatii pe mess? Ce insemna atunci, a iubi? El ma iubea. Era din Brasov si vorbeam de 2 saptamani cu el pe mess. El urma sa vina cu mine la Peninsula, daca avea bani. Normal ca nu a mai avut bani si nu a mai venit. Dar dupa m-am dus eu la el. Unde nu a fost rau. Am facut un dus cand am ajuns si am mancat tocana de ciuperci lasand pulpa de pui la o parte. Eram vegetariana atunci. Seara am iesit in oras, ne-am plimbat prin centrul care tocmai fusese curatat si de aia mi s-a parut mie cel mai curat oras. Am mancat de la McDonalds si mi-a aratat prin oras grafurile pe care le facea. Cand ne-am intors acasa ne-am uitat la un film. Cand am inceput sa ne pupam, ma simteam foarte incomod. Imi placea de el dar nu voiam sa fac nimic mai mult, avand in vedere ca era prima data cand ne vedeam. Mi-am spus ca daca va mai astepta, atunci va merita. Miscare de geniu, normal ca el nu a asteptat. In urmatoarea saptamana tot m-a rugat sa merg cu el la mare, insa eu nu mai aveam bani, asa ca el s-a dus fara mine. o saptamana si jumatate in care nu a dat nici un semn de viata. Si spunea ca ma iubeste. Ma enervam de fiecare data cand imi aminteam de el. M-am intalnit cu el dupa o luna. Pana la urma am ajuns si eu la mare. El tot acolo era. I-am imprumutat niste bani si de atunci nu am mai auzit de el timp de un an. Dupa un an cea mai buna prietena a mea mi-a spus ca vorbeste cu el si ca vrea sa mearga la el. I-am spus ca greseste si sa gaseasca alt tip. Poate avea impresia ca sunt geloasa si de aia nu m-a luat in seama. Nu aveam de ce. Eram fericita cu prietenul pe care il aveam atunci. Am avut si ocazia sa vorbesc cu el si sa aflu ca nu a evoluat deloc. Ce trist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-770861775507300570?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/770861775507300570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=770861775507300570' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/770861775507300570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/770861775507300570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-story-2.html' title='Love story 2'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5629466488420030834</id><published>2011-06-30T20:59:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:45:56.276+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>A little bit of history</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;În mod ironic…în acelaşi timp în care preşedintele Iliescu accepta raportul Holocaustului, îi acorda compensări materiale fostului rege Mihai, care fusese pus pe tron de generalul pro-nazist Iona Antonescu. Fostul rege, încă în viaţă şi trăind în Elveţia, a colaborat în mod activ cu Hitler, scriindu-i note de felicitare pentru victoriile sale militare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;După ce naziştii l-au pus pe tron, regele a emis decrete de confiscare a tuturor proprietăţilor deţinute de evrei; a scos în afara legii închirierea de locaţii în vederea deschiderii unor magazine, către evrei; a segregat şcolile româneşti, împărţindu-le în şcoli `normale` şi şcoli pentru evrei; le-a interzis avocaţilor evrei să semneze alte acte sai să pledeze în sala de tribunal, îna afara cazului când ar fi fost vorba tot de evrei.     by Arhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Mi-a zis tatal meu, ca a auzit de la batrani, ca atunci cand veneau rusii prin satele romanesti, distrugeau totul, ardeau sate intregi, otraveau fantanile, iar cand treceau nazistii, aia rai de tot, ghici ce faceau? Le dadeau bani taranilor romani, pentru mancarea pe care o procurau de la ei. by Andrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;oricum, parerea mea e ca, cu abdicare sau nu, tot cu rusii ramineam pe cap. mihai a avut de ales: ori plecat si bogat, ori mort! ia sa vedem acu, cine e eroul ala care nu abdica? by PHC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;----citand din articolul "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, serif; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: small; color: rgb(32, 32, 32); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arhiblog.ro/2011/06/si-totusi-a-fost-mihai-tradator.html"&gt;Şi totuşi, a fost Mihai trădător?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" si din comentariile lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(48, 48, 48); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Citeam pe blogul lui Arhi despre regele Mihai. Cate controverse pe tema tradarii. A fost sau nu tradator? &lt;div&gt;Din pacate am ajuns la concluzia ca a facut ce a avut de facut (fapte considerate tradare) pentru a supravietui (act considerat lasitate). Dar in fond nu asta face toata lumea? Nu incearca sa supravietuiasca? In viziunea lui a vrut cumva sa ofere si o cale usoara de scapare Romaniei din al doilea razboi mondial. Chiar daca asta a insemnat sa ne tradam aliatii, pentru a ajunge pe mana unor persoane mult mai influentabile in viitorul nostru. El a crezut ca a fost un lucru bun, de unde avea el sa stie ca rusii ne dau foc la sate cand trec prin ele si ne otravesc fantanile si ca nemtii inainte le dadeau bani taranilor sa isi cumpere mancarea lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As fi vrut acum sa fie in viata bunicul meu, cu el as fi putut povesti de chestiile astea, mi-ar fi spus povesti uimitoare si ar fi putut sa-mi relateze totusi ceea ce se intampla in timpul celui de al doilea razboi mondial cu toate ca avea 5 ani atunci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E totusi marcant pentru mine sa mi se tulbure imaginiea (necunoscuta) pe care o aveam despre regele Mihai, pentru ca el seamana foarte bine la aspect cu bunicul meu.  Dar e mai bine sa stii decat sa nu sti. Fostul meu prieten incerca sa imi explice cum statea treaba cu regele Mihai, dar tot ce spunea era : bla bla tradator, bla bla si inca niste bla bla , acest bla bla fiind informatii de care eu nu aveam habar pentru ca nu mai auzisem niciodata de ele, deci nu aveam cum sa fiu de acord cu tot ce zice el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ar trebui sa imi dedic mai mult timp citind lucruri care conteaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5629466488420030834?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5629466488420030834/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5629466488420030834' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5629466488420030834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5629466488420030834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-bit-of-history.html' title='A little bit of history'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2879682406498733245</id><published>2011-06-28T01:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:43:26.963+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love story'/><title type='text'>Love story 1</title><content type='html'>- Mergem impreuna la Peninsula?&lt;br /&gt;- In jegul ala? Eu nu merg cu cortul.&lt;br /&gt;- Hai! O sa fie fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu vin. In fond tu de ce mergi?&lt;br /&gt;- Pe langa atmosfera, merg pentru concerte.&lt;br /&gt;- OCS canta sambata in Cluj.&lt;br /&gt;- Da, dar din moment ce vin si la Peninsula, nu merg. Tu mergi?&lt;br /&gt;- Neah.&lt;br /&gt;Asta era prietenul meu. Primul cu care m-am hotarat sa incep povestea. Dupa cum bine puteti observa din scurtul dialog, nu prea isi dadea interesul pentru planuri comune. Din pacate nu isi dadea interesul pentru nimic in ceea ce ma privea. Pana la urma m-am dus la concert M-am lasat convinsa de cel mai bun prieten al meu, care se intampla sa fie un prieten comun. Cand am ajuns la concert m-am intalnit cu o amica din Cluj care mi-a facut cunostinta cu doua din prietenele ei. Amicul meu mi-a spus ca a primit mesaj de la prietenul meu ca o sa vina si el. De ce nu imi daduse mie mesaj. Stia ca voi fi acolo, caci ii spusesem. Nici macar nu a venit sa ma salute, ne-am intalnit prin multime. Asta nu avea sa fie o relatie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2879682406498733245?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2879682406498733245/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2879682406498733245' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2879682406498733245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2879682406498733245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-story-1.html' title='Love story 1'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4970543069779040520</id><published>2011-06-27T21:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:42:12.071+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Orice as face e gresit</title><content type='html'>Mai nou parca toate deciziile, fie ele rationale, irationale, logice, ilogice, subiective sau obiective, gandite sau nu, toate ma duc in acelasi punct. CEVA E GRESIT! Sunt constienta ca nu poti sa impaci pe toata lumea, si sa faci alegeri inseamna sa pui mai prejos un punct decat altul, dar cumva ma afecteaza extrem de tare ca exista acel punct. Ma simt inutila si incompetenta ca nu am reusit sa fac mai mult.&lt;div&gt;Sunt obosita, din nou psihic si tot mai mult fizic. Sunt si satula, nu stiu cat mai pot sa inghit atatea. Cel mai rau e ca lumea asa s-a obisnuit cu mine asa si daca ma schimb si nu mai agreez atatea o sa spuna (cum s-a si intamplat in multe cazuri)ca am figuri si fite si ca incep sa ma iau dupa ^&amp;amp;%%$##$!!@#, urmand sa dea numele unei persoane cu figuri si fite dar care totusi are puterea sa zica nu sau nu inghite tot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar nici sa fiu figuranta nu imi place, eu sunt genul de persoana calda, simpatica si prietenoasa care ajunta pe oricine oricand e nevoie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumva nicicum nu e bine. As vrea doar sa nu mai profite lumea ca sunt asa. Din pacate nu pot schimba lumea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4970543069779040520?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4970543069779040520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4970543069779040520' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4970543069779040520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4970543069779040520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/orice-as-face-e-gresit.html' title='Orice as face e gresit'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1339968229647054301</id><published>2011-06-05T03:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:01:04.559+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>I'm awsome</title><content type='html'>Era sa mor aseara, era sa fiu calcata pe trecerea de pietoni pentru ca nu l-am vazut pe mitocanul care nu incetinea desi pentru el era rosu.&lt;div&gt;Dar ma gandeam dupaia ca ar fi fost cel mai frumos mod de a muri. Nu ma refer la faptul ca ar fi frumos sa mor calcata de o masina. Cel mai frumos mod de a muri e sa mori fericita, dar in acelasi timp implinita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi m-am simtit awsome toata ziua. M-am simtit puterinica, super si atragatoare. Azi m-am simtit cel mai bine in pielea mea. Si eram foarte fericita ca ma simt asa, pentru ca in ultimul timp am fost cu moralul la pamant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In momentul acela, eram fericita si awsome. Ce poate fi mai bine de atat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand o sa mor, tot in aceasta stare as vrea sa fiu. Poate chiar de aia, pentru ca nu stiu cand o sa mor, o sa imi spun in fiecare zi ca sunt awsome, si o sa cred asta pentru ca sunt, numai ca sa fiu pregatita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si voi ar trebui sa stiti, si voi sunteti awsome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1339968229647054301?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1339968229647054301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1339968229647054301' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1339968229647054301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1339968229647054301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-awsome.html' title='I&apos;m awsome'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3477941232884099606</id><published>2011-05-29T04:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T04:14:44.843+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>It's just a blow job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mb3kvVsanhA/TeGdwTjr-5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/b3XfvEZuDjE/s1600/top.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mb3kvVsanhA/TeGdwTjr-5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/b3XfvEZuDjE/s320/top.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611940063889587090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mb3kvVsanhA/TeGdwTjr-5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/b3XfvEZuDjE/s1600/top.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sursa: badpisi.ro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-3477941232884099606?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3477941232884099606/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3477941232884099606' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3477941232884099606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3477941232884099606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-just-blow-job.html' title='It&apos;s just a blow job'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mb3kvVsanhA/TeGdwTjr-5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/b3XfvEZuDjE/s72-c/top.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5922766906554902963</id><published>2011-05-28T03:07:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T03:23:49.165+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscris'/><title type='text'>Uneori zbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvp3L4r2Gbg/TeBAjmgq4jI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qojl76rm9hA/s1600/phoenix-wallpaper-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvp3L4r2Gbg/TeBAjmgq4jI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qojl76rm9hA/s320/phoenix-wallpaper-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611556116080812594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori prind aripi. Aripi de foc care produc scantei utopice. Prind aripi care ma inalta pe culmi nebanuite ale imaginatiei.&lt;div&gt;Si ma inalt, pentru ca nu mi-e frica sa visez in timp ce sunt treaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un coltisor al gurii mi se ridica usor, creeind raspunsul meu pentru soarta. E un zambet fericit, puternic si sigur pe el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiar daca uneori am zburat prea aproape de soare si aripile mele de foc s-au transformat in cenusa, m-am ridicat. M-am nascut din cenusa si o sa continui sa fac asta ori de cate ori va fi nevoie. Pentru ca prefer sa zbor prea sus si sa ard, decat sa nu zbor deloc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am suferit si o sa mai sufar. Am trecut peste, pastrand in inima un coltisor doar cu amintirile bune, cele mai bune. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-o zi am sa ma indragostesc din nou. Caci nu mi-e frica ca mi se va intampla. Iar persoana de care o sa ma indragostesc o ma adore. Si o sa incep alta poveste, care o sa fie rupta din basme, si care o sa se termine... sau nu. Iar daca se va termina, eu voi merge mai departe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi continua sa privesc in zborul meu de foc, apa limpede din rauri, lacrimioarele pe care le culeg copiii mici din padure si randuniciile care incearca sa ma ajunga din urma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt libera sa fac ce alegere vreau, sa imi traiesc viata cum vrea, sa iubesc! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt libera sa zbor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5922766906554902963?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5922766906554902963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5922766906554902963' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5922766906554902963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5922766906554902963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/uneori-zbor.html' title='Uneori zbor'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvp3L4r2Gbg/TeBAjmgq4jI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qojl76rm9hA/s72-c/phoenix-wallpaper-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1485161144165717572</id><published>2011-05-21T01:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:27:01.356+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Perfect?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5VavtIVhU5I/Tdbqop8fvyI/AAAAAAAAAto/oOgoOyvEcHY/s1600/a-beautiful-thing-90250-530-662.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5VavtIVhU5I/Tdbqop8fvyI/AAAAAAAAAto/oOgoOyvEcHY/s320/a-beautiful-thing-90250-530-662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608928370111790882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go way to far with "perfect doesn't exist"&lt;br /&gt;Mi se pare ca sunt prea indulgenta si accept prea multe datorita acestui concept. Sunt genul de persoana care ia mereu partile frumoase dintr-un lucru, ceea ce nu e neaparat o chestie rea, dar de multe ori fac prostia de a ignora complet partilele rele, lucru care poate duce la repercusiuni.&lt;br /&gt;Ma multumesc cu putin, pentru ca asa am fost invatata. De fiecare data cnad cineva imi spune "meriti mai mult", nu mi se pare ca mi se potriveste. Stiu ca merit ce e mai bun dar ma multumesc cu ce primesc.&lt;br /&gt;In fond e karma. Cat dau atat primesc. Insa in viziunea celorlalti karma ma cam fraiereste.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ar trebui sa incep sa fiu mai pretentioasa in ceea ce ma priveste si sa iau in considerare ce e la nivelul meu si ce nu. Dar in fond, de unde sa imi dau seama care e nivelul meu cand am fost invatata cu putin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1485161144165717572?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1485161144165717572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1485161144165717572' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1485161144165717572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1485161144165717572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect.html' title='Perfect?'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5VavtIVhU5I/Tdbqop8fvyI/AAAAAAAAAto/oOgoOyvEcHY/s72-c/a-beautiful-thing-90250-530-662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2737442362257105916</id><published>2011-05-19T00:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:06:38.488+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>To be lovable is a blessing and also a curse</title><content type='html'>Sunt un bobocel, un bobocel care incearca sa se incadreze intr-o gradina mare cu flori.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma simt foarte bine cand celelalte flori imi spun ca infloresc frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce e. Poate pentru ca sunt cea mai mica. Poate pentru ca sunt asa copilaroasa. Poate pentru ca eu roscatica si frumusica hihi. Ceva ii face pe oamenii din jurul meu sa ma indrageasca. Unii se indragostesc de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Si asa imi fac prietenii frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Blestemul meu e cand cineva e prea indragostit de mine. Cand nu mai poate trai fara mine. Cand ma ameninta cu sinuciderea daca nu sunt alaturi...&lt;br /&gt;Deasemenea sunt blestemata sa nu se indragosteasca de mine chiar cine vreau. Poate pentru ca ma comport diferit pentru a ajunge la acel scop si asta imi schimba caracterul "lovable".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2737442362257105916?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2737442362257105916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2737442362257105916' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2737442362257105916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2737442362257105916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-be-lovable-is-blessing-and-also.html' title='To be lovable is a blessing and also a curse'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5432025752960350096</id><published>2011-05-19T00:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:05:54.523+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I ♥ Cluj</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Imi aduc aminte de jocurile din copilarie cand trebuia sa alegem un nume preferat, o marca de masina,o culoare, o tralala... un oras. Mai exact orasul in care am vrea sa locuim.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa spun acum ca la orice joc asemanator, eu as alege Cluj. Pur si simplu m-am indragostit de orasul asta. E locul in care ma simt ca si acasa, chiar daca e casa mea doar de putin timp. E mare, dar nu prea mare si mereu neasteptat.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca nu m-as muta in alt oras nici daca mi s-ar oferi locuinta acolo. Iar daca partea avara din mine ar decide sa accept, as fi foarte neferita in scurt timp.&lt;br /&gt;Clujul e orasul meu de suflet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5432025752960350096?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5432025752960350096/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5432025752960350096' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5432025752960350096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5432025752960350096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cluj.html' title='I ♥ Cluj'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-640806526158991550</id><published>2011-05-19T00:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:04:18.559+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Razbunare feminina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;BARELE DE LA PERDEA&lt;br /&gt;Poveste adevarata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O femeie recent divortata isi petrecu prima zi impachetandu-si&lt;br /&gt;lucrurile in cutii si valize. A doua zi, a venit un camion si a&lt;br /&gt;incarcat totul, inclusiv mobila. A treia zi, s-a asezat pe jos, in&lt;br /&gt;sufrageria goala, a pus muzica in surdina, a asezat doua luminari,&lt;br /&gt;doua kile de creveti, o farfurie de icre si o sticla de vin alb pus la&lt;br /&gt;gheata.&lt;br /&gt;Cand a terminat de mancat, a demontat toate barele de la perdelele din&lt;br /&gt;fiecare camera, le-a scos capacele laterale, a indesat inauntru icrele&lt;br /&gt;si crevetii care ii ramasesera, a pus capacele la loc si a asezat din&lt;br /&gt;nou barele la geamuri.&lt;br /&gt;Reintors, fostul sot s-a mutat cu amanta si cu noua lui mobila. La&lt;br /&gt;inceput, totul a fost perfect. Insa, in curand, incet, incet, casa a&lt;br /&gt;inceput sa puta. Au incercat de toate: au facut curatenie, au aerisit,&lt;br /&gt;au revizuit gurile de ventilatie pentru eventualitatea ca s-ar pute&lt;br /&gt;gasi soareci morti inauntru, au spalat covoarele... In fiecare&lt;br /&gt;coltisor de casa au pus deodorante electrice, au golit zeci de butelii&lt;br /&gt;de spray. Au cheltui o gramada de bani sa schimbe, dar nimic nu&lt;br /&gt;functiona.&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu le mai venea in vizita, angajatii refuzau sa lucreze, pana&lt;br /&gt;si fata care facea curatenie in casa i-a abandonat. Disperati, fostul&lt;br /&gt;sot si amanta, au hotarit sa se mute. Dupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o luna, inca nu gasisera pe nimeni dispus sa cumpere casa. Cei de la&lt;br /&gt;agentiile imobiliare nici nu mai raspundeau la telefon. In final au&lt;br /&gt;cumparat o casa noua.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi, fosta sotie il suna ca sa stabileasca detaliile divortului&lt;br /&gt;si, in treacat, il intreaba cum o mai duce. El raspunde ca vinde casa,&lt;br /&gt;fara insa sa-i dea vreo explicatie. Ea il asculta calma, apoi ii zice&lt;br /&gt;ca o sa vorbeasca cu avocatul, sa vada cum ar putea face sa cumpere ea&lt;br /&gt;casa. Presupunand ca n-are nici o idee despre adevaratul motiv pentru&lt;br /&gt;care o vinde, barbatul ii propune a zecea parte din pretul real al&lt;br /&gt;locuintei, ca sa scape cat mai repede. Femeia accepta si, in citeva&lt;br /&gt;ore, avocatul ii aduce actele la semnat.&lt;br /&gt;O saptamina mai tarziu, barbatul si amanta se oprira la poarta casei,&lt;br /&gt;observand surazatori cum muncitorii le impachetau lucrurile si le&lt;br /&gt;urcau in camion. Totul, inclusiv barele de la perdele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Dehesa spunea astfel: "noi, barbatii, ar trebui sa intelegem ca&lt;br /&gt;femeile sint invincibile, imparabile si de neintrecut"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-640806526158991550?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/640806526158991550/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=640806526158991550' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/640806526158991550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/640806526158991550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/razbunare-feminina.html' title='Razbunare feminina'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8383807836589251279</id><published>2011-05-19T00:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:03:17.958+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Flower power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Mi-am dat seama azi ca eu nu am o floare preferata. Daca ma intreaba cineva ce foare as prefera sa primesc, raspunsul meu e ...."nu stiu" sau "nu vreau flori".&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac florile de sezon. De exemplu acum as adora sa primesc un buchet de ghiocei. Mai incolo, o sa iubesc lacrimioarele, apoi o sa iubesc liliacul. Iar cand nu sunt flori de sezon prefer clasicul trandafir rosu. Nu pentru ca toata lumea prefera trandafirii rosii, ci pentru ca spre deosebire de flori am o culoare preferata si anume rosu. iar dupa parerea mea in nici o floare nu arata mai bine rosie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8383807836589251279?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8383807836589251279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8383807836589251279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8383807836589251279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8383807836589251279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/flower-power.html' title='Flower power'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5952337104755429534</id><published>2011-05-19T00:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:02:46.061+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Ion is in a relationship wwith Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;[Saturday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion is in a relationship with Mărie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie is now in a relationship with Ion and other 26 people. (Popa Satului and other 24 people like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie is attending the event "Mulsul vacii" (Vaca lui Mărie and Ion like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mărie is not really attending the event "Mulsul vacii". She is actually attending Vasile in the barn. Ion comes to see Mărie attending the "Mulsul vacii" event and finds out what is she actually attending]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion is now single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion was invited to join group "Beţivanii satului"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion and other 20 people are attending the event "Beţie la crâşmă". (Crâşmarul likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion set his status to: "supărat sunt doamne, iarăşi supărat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion is now drunk and pissed on Mărie's Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie finished attending Vasile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie set her status to: "Foarte obosită. Sper să mă pot trezi mâine să merg la biserică"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasile commented to Mărie's status "Eu nici nu cred că vin. Poate duminica viitoare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sunday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babele din sat are attending the event "Slujba de duminică" (Popa satului, Părintele Iosif, Cantoru' and Clopotaru' like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beţivii satului missed the event "Slujba de duminică" because of it's interference with the event "Beţia de duminică" (The Devil 666 Satana likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa satului and Popa Porno are now friends (The Devil 666 Satana and Clopotaru' like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Monday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie set her status to: "La spovedit..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ion commented on Mărie's status: "Ce-i Mărie, te-o prins rusinea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie also commented on her status: "Taci , Ioane că eşti prost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa satului also commented on Mărie's status:" :)) :))" (Primarul satului likes this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primarul satului added "şpagă" and "corruption" to his activities (Popa satului likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şefu de Post set his status to: "La primărie, la o vorbă cu primarul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primarul satului is now attending "Puşcăria".(Bebiţă săpunaru' and all his friends like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tuesday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie set her status to "Watching "fermier caut mireasă", so fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca lu' Mărie exploded. (Ion likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie commented: "vaaaaiii...o murit vaca...am uitat s-o mulg...mă omoară tata când se întoarce de la crâşmă"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa satului also commented: "super, încă o înmormântare pe săptămâna asta" (Cantoru' and Popa Porno likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa satului added "Praying" and "Porn" to his activities (Popa Porno and Părintele Iosif like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa satului, Părintele Iosif and Clopotaru' are now in a relationship and it's complicated. (The Devil 666 Satana likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wednesday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popa satului set his status to "Zi de post, fiilor" (Babele satului like this; Beţivii satului dislike this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata lu Mărie posted on Mărie's Wall: "Ce ai făcut cu vaca? Te omor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata lu Mărie killed Mărie. (Ion and Popa Satului likes this. Vasile and other 25 people dislike this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata lu Mărie is now attending "Puşcăria" along with Primarul Satului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mărie is attending Hell (The Devil 666 Satana, Hitler, Stalin, Saddam Hussein and other 75 bilion dead people like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaca lu' Mărie is attending Heaven (Saint Peter likes this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sursa @ Ella's messages on facebook :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5952337104755429534?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5952337104755429534/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5952337104755429534' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5952337104755429534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5952337104755429534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/ion-is-in-relationship-wwith-marie.html' title='Ion is in a relationship wwith Marie'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7566317537891966413</id><published>2011-05-19T00:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:01:42.249+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Cadourile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Pentru mine cadourile sunt importante.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu orice fel de cadou. E foarte usor sa cumperi ceva si sa faci cadou. E si mai usor sa ii dai bani ca sa isi cumpere persoana respectiva de ce are nevoie.... NU! in cel mai rau caz ii cumpar eu ce stiu ca are nevoie. In cazurile bune, cadoul facut de mine are personalitate. Trebuie neaparat sa surprinda. Cum ar fi tortul pentru Carmy si Pityu. Chiar daca Carmy a vazut blaturile, nici pana in ultima clipa nu s-a asteptat. sa primeasca tort, sau cadou. Cadoul meu in primul rand porneste din suflet, mereu ofer o mica bucatica din inimioara mea de micsunica odata cu acel cadou, iar tot ce e facut din suflet si cu suflet iese super.Mai ales mancarea. Eu ador sa gatesc, si gatesc cu dragoste si de aia mancarea imi iese delicioasa. Asa ca puneti suflet in tot ceea ce faceti si o sa fiti foarte multumiti de reactile primite. Caci reactia primita e multumirea voastra, un zambet sau uimirea fericita de pe fata unui om sunt de nepretuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7566317537891966413?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7566317537891966413/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7566317537891966413' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7566317537891966413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7566317537891966413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/cadourile.html' title='Cadourile'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3985716850064674858</id><published>2011-05-19T00:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:01:03.958+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscris'/><title type='text'>Janis bistro rock cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2kMbicA910/TT4WYuVvf-I/AAAAAAAAACE/WqeCS2DShu0/s1600/00031758_medium.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2kMbicA910/TT4WYuVvf-I/AAAAAAAAACE/WqeCS2DShu0/s1600/00031758_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Cafeneaua Janis e mereu vie. Nu doarme niciodata. Nu doar pentru ca are program nonstop, dar mereu te primeste calduros cu cele mai incantatoare oferte. Caldura care intretine acest local e in special personalul. Fetele vin la masa bucuroase sa te serveasca cu tot ce au barmanii mai bun de oferit. Ti-e mai mare dragul sa lasi bacsis.&lt;br /&gt;In Janis cafe clipele petrecute savurand un ceai de cirese (preferatul meu) si citind o carte trec pe nevazute. Sau seara , vinul fiert alaturi de colegi si prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;La lumina lumanarii, un pahar de vin rosu, sau alb dupa preferinte, te conduce spre o stare de beatitudine. Daca esti nehotarat sau te-ai saturat de mult consumatul JP Chenet, chelneritele vor stii ce sa-ti recomande dupa gusturile tale pretentioase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personanul e o echipa, nu exista el sau ea, exista doar noi. Daca e vorba ca unul pleaca, pleaca toti. Daca unul rade...nu doar ca rad toti, dar binedispune tot localul.&lt;br /&gt;Janis cafe chiar e locul in care m-as muta, cu toate ca sunt acolo mai tot timpul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-3985716850064674858?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3985716850064674858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3985716850064674858' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3985716850064674858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3985716850064674858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/janis-bistro-rock-cafe.html' title='Janis bistro rock cafe'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i2kMbicA910/TT4WYuVvf-I/AAAAAAAAACE/WqeCS2DShu0/s72-c/00031758_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8341780453870608792</id><published>2011-05-18T23:59:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:59:44.423+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Sunt dezamagita :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Am aflat aseara ca nu pot sa donez sange decat daca am 60 kg. Foarte trist. Eu micuta si slabuta, firava ca o micsunica, nu pot sa ajung decat la maxim 50. De obicei greutatea mea variaza intre 47-50, dar nici o sansa sa ajung prea curand la 60:(, deci nu pot sa donez sange inca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8341780453870608792?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8341780453870608792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8341780453870608792' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8341780453870608792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8341780453870608792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunt-dezamagita.html' title='Sunt dezamagita :('/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8205112152305408823</id><published>2011-05-18T23:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:58:55.282+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Suferinta asta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Am inteles acum de ce toti artistii sunt suferinzi. Cei care nu sunt din intamplare isi provoaca ei suferinta. De ce? Suferinta creeaza arta. O arta abstracta, dar foarte frumoasa. Studiati artisti renumiti, iar cei care nu au suferit la un momentdat si au totusi arta de exceptie, ei bine ei sunt cei care bat regula.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi asta nu are lagatura cu acel curent emo, care se pare ca a cam trecut de cand cu retro &amp;amp; vintage, in care toti isi taiau venele si erau poeti.&lt;br /&gt;Poate are, poate nu are legatura cu ce am scris mai jos. Cert este ca am dedus asta dupa ce am citit niste documente ale unui prieten. Super faine si interesante majoritatea. Tot citind mi-am dat seama ca se referea la fosta, care din cate stiu eu se purta foarte urat cu el.&lt;br /&gt;Eu una nu inteleg de ce sufar. O fac ce e drept, dar nu inteleg de ce din moment ce eu am ales calea asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8205112152305408823?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8205112152305408823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8205112152305408823' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8205112152305408823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8205112152305408823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2011/05/suferinta-asta.html' title='Suferinta asta'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7260364268031423168</id><published>2010-12-11T19:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:49:09.316+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Renunt la viata virtuala :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQO5YBN-bUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qXCXdpJ7LR4/s1600/tumblr_kyb5eqmn5m1qawxl1o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQO5YBN-bUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qXCXdpJ7LR4/s320/tumblr_kyb5eqmn5m1qawxl1o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549482988145634626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De acum inainte renunt la internet. La tot ce inseamna viata virtuala. Nimic nu e real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7260364268031423168?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7260364268031423168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7260364268031423168' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7260364268031423168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7260364268031423168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/renunt-la-viata-virtuala.html' title='Renunt la viata virtuala :)'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQO5YBN-bUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/qXCXdpJ7LR4/s72-c/tumblr_kyb5eqmn5m1qawxl1o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8735999567192499457</id><published>2010-12-10T00:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:12:09.627+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQFUAeLxksI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VeAnos4LsOw/s1600/living%2B%2Bikea%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQFUAeLxksI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VeAnos4LsOw/s320/living%2B%2Bikea%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548808582976344770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cam asa as vrea sa arate apartamentul meu. Da vreau apartament, nu casa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8735999567192499457?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8735999567192499457/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8735999567192499457' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8735999567192499457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8735999567192499457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQFUAeLxksI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VeAnos4LsOw/s72-c/living%2B%2Bikea%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7938210623897358518</id><published>2010-12-09T14:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:05:35.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQDF9Oi2-II/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ve2zksNVWc0/s1600/tumblr_ld3b7lEs5K1qz6f9yo1_500.png.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQDF9Oi2-II/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ve2zksNVWc0/s320/tumblr_ld3b7lEs5K1qz6f9yo1_500.png.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548652396587448450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7938210623897358518?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7938210623897358518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7938210623897358518' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7938210623897358518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7938210623897358518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/colours.html' title='colours'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TQDF9Oi2-II/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ve2zksNVWc0/s72-c/tumblr_ld3b7lEs5K1qz6f9yo1_500.png.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4836829630720629183</id><published>2010-12-09T13:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:30:07.220+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Deduction</title><content type='html'>L: Comporta-te cu ceilalti asa cum ai vrea ca si ei sa se comporte cu tine. Gandeste-te ce lume buna ar fi...&lt;div&gt;E: Mai exista si sado-masochisti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4836829630720629183?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4836829630720629183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4836829630720629183' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4836829630720629183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4836829630720629183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/deduction.html' title='Deduction'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6211053486526926066</id><published>2010-12-07T13:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:55:49.384+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leapsa'/><title type='text'>I used to care</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/cfsm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;Compassion Fatigue&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;by Susan Moeller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;You used to care, but now it's just getting too difficult. You cared&lt;br /&gt;about the plight of people in lands near and far, but now the media has bombarded you&lt;br /&gt;with images of suffering to the point that you just don't have the energy to go on.&lt;br /&gt;You've become cold and heartless, as though you'd lived in New York City for a year or&lt;br /&gt;so. But you stand as a serious example to all others that they should turn off their TV&lt;br /&gt;sets and start caring again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-6211053486526926066?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6211053486526926066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6211053486526926066' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6211053486526926066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6211053486526926066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-used-to-care.html' title='I used to care'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1855591005455832168</id><published>2010-12-06T13:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:22:46.528+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Smart girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O femeie este oprita din trafic de un politist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politistul: Buna ziua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Femeia: Buna ziua, ce sa-a intamplat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe: Ati depasit limita de viteza. Permisul dvs., va rog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Vi la-as da, numai ca nu am asa ceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe: Nu aveti?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: la-am pierdut definitiv pentru conducere repetata in stare de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ebrietate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe: Aha... Imi aratati va rog actele masinii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Nu pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe: De ce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Am furat aceasta masina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe: Ce-ati facut?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Am furat masina si am ucis proprietarul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe: Poftim?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Daca nu ma credeti, cadavrul este in portbagaj... vreti sa il&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vedeti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In acest moment politistul se retrage incet spre masina sa si cere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ajutoare prin radio. In 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minute sosesc la fata locului alte 5 masini de politie. Un ofiter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;superior se apropie de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masina femeii cu pistolul pregatit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Politistul 2: Doamna, va rog sa iesiti din masina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Femeia iese din automobil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: sa-a intamplat ceva, domnule?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P2: Unul dintre colegii mei mi-a spus ca ati furat aceasta masina si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ca ati ucis proprietarul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Am ucis proprietarul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P2: Da. Va rog sa deschideti portbagajul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Femeia deschide portbagajul, care este gol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P2: Masina este a dvs., doamna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Da. Poftiti actele ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primul politist ramane perplex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ella: P2: Unul dintre colegii mei sustine ca nu aveti nici permis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Femeia cauta in poseta, scoate un port-document si-la intinde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;politistului. Aceste il deschide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si studiaza permisul, care este in regula. Tipul deja nu mai stie ce sa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;creada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P2: Multumesc, doamna... Vedeti, colegul meu mi-a spus ca nu aveti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;permis, ca ati furat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masina si i-ati ucis proprietarul!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F: Sunt convinsa ca porcul asta mincinos v-a spus si ca mergeam cu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;viteza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1855591005455832168?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1855591005455832168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1855591005455832168' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1855591005455832168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1855591005455832168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/smart-girl.html' title='Smart girl'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8082895521963324594</id><published>2010-12-06T10:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:40:56.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>3 puncte de suspensie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPyhkUKYaVI/AAAAAAAAAs4/C4Vix6hktzI/s1600/wpr-regrets-cookie-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPyhkUKYaVI/AAAAAAAAAs4/C4Vix6hktzI/s320/wpr-regrets-cookie-image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547486486273222994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inca nu pot sa cred ce am spus aseara. Stiu ca o sa regret mai incolo, dar asa e &lt;b&gt;cel mai bine pentru amandoi ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8082895521963324594?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8082895521963324594/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8082895521963324594' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8082895521963324594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8082895521963324594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-puncte.html' title='3 puncte de suspensie'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPyhkUKYaVI/AAAAAAAAAs4/C4Vix6hktzI/s72-c/wpr-regrets-cookie-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3334014767073238825</id><published>2010-12-05T20:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:42:25.341+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Evolutia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPvc_KEr_RI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-_6dCEowkCk/s1600/evolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPvc_KEr_RI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-_6dCEowkCk/s320/evolution.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547270343630781714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu totii stim ca evoluam, dar oare cat de constienti suntem de asta?&lt;div&gt;Ieri pe tren am auzit un om discutand cu cineva despre faptul ca in vitor se va renunta la casieritele CFR pentru a fi inlocuite cu aparate care emit bilete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca stam bine sa ne gandim, mult personal uman a fost inlocuit de masini in ultimul timp. Uite deci cum omul devine dipensabil. Daca evolutia continua tot asa imediat omul nu va mai avea de lucru. Si atunci domeniul cel mai cautat va fi ingineria. Dar nu multora le place ingineria si nu multi s-ar pricepe, categoric nu multi din cei care au fost inlocuiti de masini. Dar se vor ocupa cu ingineria fiind singurul lucru pe care-l vor putea face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar totul in jur va fi metal rece care nu zambeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-3334014767073238825?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3334014767073238825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3334014767073238825' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3334014767073238825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3334014767073238825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/evolutia.html' title='Evolutia'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPvc_KEr_RI/AAAAAAAAAsw/-_6dCEowkCk/s72-c/evolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6944698066090490673</id><published>2010-12-04T21:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:32:07.252+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Despre femei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqXHD-mqDI/AAAAAAAAAso/zFCgco4OuZQ/s1600/7124122ccc6f756d31e8374a94fe2e113a94cc15_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqXHD-mqDI/AAAAAAAAAso/zFCgco4OuZQ/s320/7124122ccc6f756d31e8374a94fe2e113a94cc15_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546912038642952242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intuitia este o stiinta exacta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbatii au descoprit focul, dar femeile au descoperit cum sa se joace cu el. S J Parker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toate femeile sunt bune...bune de nimic sau bune la ceva. Miguel de Cervantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Când o femeie spune "Nu" înseamna "Poate", când spune "poate" înseamna "da".Iar daca spune "da" înseamna ca nu e femeie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hotii îti cer banii sau viata. Femeile le vor pe amândoua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numai acolo unde femeia poarta val te arde dorinta de a-i citi chipul. Antoine de Saint Exupery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O femeie poate ierta câteodata un barbat care încearca sa o seduca, dar niciodata pe barbatul care rateaza o ocazie atunci când i se ofera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragostea e la fel ca foamea de femeie unica, si daca aceasta femeie se pricepe sa nu dea prea mult barbatului, ca sa-l sature, ci din potriva, îl lasa mereu flamând, iata secretul care tine iubirea proaspata. Mihail Drumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe o femeie o cuceresti usor dar o pastrezi greu. Mihail Drumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretul unei femei nu îl afli numai dupa ce o pierzi. Mihail Drumes&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/8837127155126507139-6944698066090490673?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6944698066090490673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6944698066090490673' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6944698066090490673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6944698066090490673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/despre-femei.html' title='Despre femei'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqXHD-mqDI/AAAAAAAAAso/zFCgco4OuZQ/s72-c/7124122ccc6f756d31e8374a94fe2e113a94cc15_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8007373784800335596</id><published>2010-12-04T21:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:27:27.478+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Me vs Chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqVtrRsCxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4t11AWjtbN0/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqVtrRsCxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4t11AWjtbN0/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546910503003753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;V-ati întrebat vreodata unde ajung tocilarii? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai sa îl luam ca si exemplu pe Chuck. Chuck, genul de tocilar care se juca toata ziua jocuri video si a avut o singura prietena, nici aia nu se stie cum, este angajat la compania Nerd Herd, ca sa faca ce stie mai bine, adica software, IT, matematica,  chestii de nerd. Însa o grozava intorsatura de situatie îl baga pe Chuck în tot felul de belele care de care mai captivante. Pe parcurs obervati cum din tipul care în liceu era bagat cu capul în gunoi, ajunge sa calatoreasca prin lume luptându-se cu dusmanii. Chuck defapt nu înfrunta doar un delegat infractor rus. Sau un terorist. Chuck înfrunta toata lumea. Doar nu degeaba toate episoadele sunt numite "Chuck vs ... ". Arata lumii întregi ca si tocilarii pot. Pot sa ajunga faimosi, apreciati si pot si ei sa aiba prietene care sa arate super bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;În concluzie tocilarii ajung super-eroi cu Aston Martinuri decapotabile si cu o tipa blonda lânga ei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gata. Ma pun pe citit si eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8007373784800335596?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8007373784800335596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8007373784800335596' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8007373784800335596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8007373784800335596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/me-vs-chuck.html' title='Me vs Chuck'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqVtrRsCxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/4t11AWjtbN0/s72-c/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-859408959580482707</id><published>2010-12-04T21:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:24:46.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>Nopti de Vama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqVOhT_xDI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Id4yCCT4IoM/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqVOhT_xDI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Id4yCCT4IoM/s320/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546909967753135154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nopti de Vama este cartea pe care o citeste tipa simpatica cu esarfa care sta în fata ta în trenul accelerat Bucuresti-Mangalia. Sau cartea care sta sa cada din rucsacul unui tânar care asteapta pe peron un tren care îl va duce mai aproape de mare. E cartea de pe noptiera celei care înca nu a ajuns în Vama, dar se viseaza deja pe nisipurile fine, învaluita de mireasma libertatii. Este cartea de sub perna tuturor celor care asculta Vama Veche si abia asteapta sa se faca vara sa ajunga iar la mare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nopti de Vama este cartea scrisa de Dan Nita care cuprinde 37 de povestioare legate mai mult sau mai putin de termenul Vama. Caci stim cu totii ca Vama nu e doar o statiune. Vama e o destinatie. O destinatie spre Libertate si Locul Cel Fara de Griji. E un still de viata. "Toata lumea poarta esarfe in vama" spunea un prieten de al meu, ca si cum ar fi spus "Totul e alb la Polul Nord".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Într-un fel sau altul aceste povestiri va vor aduce amintiri placute legate de Vama sau pur si simplu de mare. Iar celor care nu au fost înca la mare, le va face un chef asa nebun încât chiar daca e toamna sau iarna , ei isi vor rezerva o cazare pentru la vara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Povestile se întâmpla atât în realitate cât si în carti. Iar aceste povestiri au loc ori în vama, ori pe tren, ori într-o alta drumetie. Ce e cel mai interesant e ca nu doar sunt cu totul diferite intâmplarile dar povestile au stiluri diferite de redactare, una mai dubioasa ca alta. Preferata mea e cea cu acelasi nume ca si titlul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nopti în Vama este cartea care mi-a soptit : Fugi în mare, valurile te asteapta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-859408959580482707?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/859408959580482707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=859408959580482707' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/859408959580482707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/859408959580482707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/nopti-de-vama.html' title='Nopti de Vama'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPqVOhT_xDI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Id4yCCT4IoM/s72-c/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4798760048892628008</id><published>2010-12-01T22:49:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:00:19.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Vand Shoes Etnies Girls RVM W!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPa2ad87jfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/t0hj3vnwn6Q/s1600/11169-zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPa2ad87jfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/t0hj3vnwn6Q/s320/11169-zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545820556986387954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.ifguk.co.uk/products/11169/11169-zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vand shoes Etnies Girls RVM W - Blue cu 200 de lei. Noi nouti, marimea 36. Daca stiti pe cineva, sau aveti piciorusul mic... Da-ti-mi un comentariu la acest post si discutam detaliile.&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/8837127155126507139-4798760048892628008?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4798760048892628008/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4798760048892628008' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4798760048892628008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4798760048892628008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/12/vand-shoes-etnies.html' title='Vand Shoes Etnies Girls RVM W!'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPa2ad87jfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/t0hj3vnwn6Q/s72-c/11169-zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4164393258379737440</id><published>2010-11-30T02:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:00:56.496+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>My mind is running out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPTZWmFYIVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hJlVZIBuGJ4/s1600/tumblr_l1ly43qElv1qaxnxto1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPTZWmFYIVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hJlVZIBuGJ4/s320/tumblr_l1ly43qElv1qaxnxto1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545296023403372882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara cand ma pun in pat, sunt in izvor de inspiratie. Mereu imi vin idei, si suna asa bine, as putea sa scriu 4,5 posturi fara sa aiba legatura intre ele, toate asa interesante. Dar totodata cu inspiratia vine si lenea. Lenea de a ma deplasa pana la laptop, de a-l deschide, de a scrie pe el, pun pariu ca as uita cum voiam sa scriu despre subiectul respectiv... Mi-e lene si sa scriu pe foaie, parca se duce farmecul. De obicei folosesc foaia cand am nevoie de inspiratie. Pe foaie incep sa scriu fara inspiratie. Ea vine pe parcurs. Mintea mea apreciaza arcuielile pe care le face creionul si joaca lui cu umbrele, cum poate lasa in urma lui o intreaga istorie, cat de usor e sa scri. Astfel, emotia pe care o transmite jucausul instrument de scris imi da o stare de bine , iar starea de bine vine cu inspiratia. Cuvant dupa cuvant si se creaza o minunatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta e noaptea. Ziua mintea mea e prea agitata si pierduta. I need peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4164393258379737440?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4164393258379737440/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4164393258379737440' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4164393258379737440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4164393258379737440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-mind-is-running-out.html' title='My mind is running out'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TPTZWmFYIVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hJlVZIBuGJ4/s72-c/tumblr_l1ly43qElv1qaxnxto1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-266569460310143983</id><published>2010-11-15T18:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:35:06.305+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Singuratate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TOFfEA8b4xI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fwJHB-spzfA/s1600/e711c01da3ed2dc51fb28d0e517b3ea605d80cb9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TOFfEA8b4xI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fwJHB-spzfA/s320/e711c01da3ed2dc51fb28d0e517b3ea605d80cb9_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539813539220022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu care din totdeauna m-am temut de singuratate, am ajuns singura. Incetul cu incetul am indepartate pe toata lumea de langa mine. Am inceput cu planeta, lume de care nici nu stiu ca exista. Apoi lumea din jur pe care o vad dar nu o cunosc. Mi-am indepartat cunoscutii pe motiv ca nu-mi erau prieteni, fara a le da sansa sa ajunga. Apoi incetul cu incetul mi-am indeparatat prietenii. M-am indepartat si de familie. M-am indepartat chiar si de cea mai importanta persoana pentru mine. Am ramas doar eu. Intr-un lac secat de lacrimi. Am ramas stearpa, fara sentimente. Fara a avea ce darui, fara pic de suflet. Toti pe care i-am izgonit de langa mine, eu luat cu ei partea de sentimente pe care le-o ofeream eu. Cel plecat ultimul a luat cel mai mult, caci lui i-am oferit cel mai mult. Acum nu mai am nimic. E bine, organismul se reface in timp, insa nu stiu daca voi supravietui pana la refacere. De unul singur, nu reuseste nimeni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-266569460310143983?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/266569460310143983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=266569460310143983' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/266569460310143983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/266569460310143983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/11/singuratate.html' title='Singuratate'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TOFfEA8b4xI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fwJHB-spzfA/s72-c/e711c01da3ed2dc51fb28d0e517b3ea605d80cb9_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-361157692709224939</id><published>2010-10-31T18:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:51:20.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>Think it makes you pretty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TM2eS-ZNWDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VXKJLDM7zW0/s1600/antismoking19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534253565931771954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TM2eS-ZNWDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VXKJLDM7zW0/s320/antismoking19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's all quit smoking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-361157692709224939?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/361157692709224939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=361157692709224939' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/361157692709224939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/361157692709224939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/think-it-makes-you-pretty.html' title='Think it makes you pretty?'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TM2eS-ZNWDI/AAAAAAAAAr4/VXKJLDM7zW0/s72-c/antismoking19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4676682081917248598</id><published>2010-10-30T11:40:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:05:29.489+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>O idee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMva66R_v4I/AAAAAAAAArw/28CQF7FhwGA/s1600/tumblr_kw7lg9ZRKa1qzkx2ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMva66R_v4I/AAAAAAAAArw/28CQF7FhwGA/s320/tumblr_kw7lg9ZRKa1qzkx2ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533757272766791554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru are si parti bune si parti rele. Cei optimisti se uita doar la cele bune, insa si ei ar trebui sa ia in considerare ca daca lucrul are mai multe parti rele, trebuie renuntat la el.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4676682081917248598?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4676682081917248598/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4676682081917248598' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4676682081917248598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4676682081917248598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-idee.html' title='O idee'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMva66R_v4I/AAAAAAAAArw/28CQF7FhwGA/s72-c/tumblr_kw7lg9ZRKa1qzkx2ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4511418210778601004</id><published>2010-10-27T23:50:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:02:31.183+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>Kities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiTCtCTeLI/AAAAAAAAAro/mivc21CVT3s/s1600/c70969454cacab436698c7ee68d63c73b01844b0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiSl6bJttI/AAAAAAAAArI/KNnNnspMEXg/s320/28f2f7414a818a755a92a1519d229f7209bc1814_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532833322260608722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiSlqPcB5I/AAAAAAAAArA/3sKsk7CXbvM/s1600/c78019cde2ff10e0f2be47b57710963892df1cb0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiSlqPcB5I/AAAAAAAAArA/3sKsk7CXbvM/s320/c78019cde2ff10e0f2be47b57710963892df1cb0_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532833317916510098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR3u3QSfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/NyCA1XuNe38/s1600/3335c36900723227c296a5761b86c14e031c382b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR3u3QSfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/NyCA1XuNe38/s320/3335c36900723227c296a5761b86c14e031c382b_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532832528883272178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR3JIcpVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iHiAwtA0H48/s1600/4ae9b6518299aeb5d192c7477fc262d7f74447c4_m.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR3JIcpVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iHiAwtA0H48/s320/4ae9b6518299aeb5d192c7477fc262d7f74447c4_m.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532832518754837842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR2lPOKnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/H3UTuQ5HEIU/s1600/f28f8361d6245ee28848fe9b852cdc9343423495_m.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR2lPOKnI/AAAAAAAAAqo/H3UTuQ5HEIU/s320/f28f8361d6245ee28848fe9b852cdc9343423495_m.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532832509119572594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR2JQdOKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BxgRbpMk6Jc/s1600/3c91ffe69ee009a92a62e9936e8073971ee3af47_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR2JQdOKI/AAAAAAAAAqg/BxgRbpMk6Jc/s320/3c91ffe69ee009a92a62e9936e8073971ee3af47_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532832501608560802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR158zvoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rsvBpOf1UCk/s1600/3513142767b3ed570d21ed82d7ed0e5fb58eb773_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiR158zvoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/rsvBpOf1UCk/s320/3513142767b3ed570d21ed82d7ed0e5fb58eb773_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532832497499618946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiRexyYCjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/OuBZU32eok4/s1600/3513142767b3ed570d21ed82d7ed0e5fb58eb773_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MIAUUUUU . I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 18px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥ them !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4511418210778601004?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4511418210778601004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4511418210778601004' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4511418210778601004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4511418210778601004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/kities.html' title='Kities'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiTCtCTeLI/AAAAAAAAAro/mivc21CVT3s/s72-c/c70969454cacab436698c7ee68d63c73b01844b0_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3271553705791498080</id><published>2010-10-27T23:27:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:50:32.442+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Facultate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiQYJaDaiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SfMuVSmCemI/s1600/facultate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiQYJaDaiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SfMuVSmCemI/s320/facultate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532830886741109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina mi-a sugerat sa scriu niste impresii despre facultate. Ca sa fiu perfect sincera, e un mare nimic! La propriu. &lt;div&gt;E foarte mare. Atat de mare ca iti ia mai mult de un an sa cunosti cate ceva din ea si 3 cand la final te prinzi defapt cum a stat treaba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce e un (mare) nimic? Ei bine... Jobul meu "de vis" e sa stau toata ziua pe scaun in fata unul calculator fara sa fac mai nimic si sa fiu bine platita pentru asta. Cam la un astfel de job se ajunge dupa ce termini aceasta facultate, insa poti sa ai astfel de job si fara ea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fost o perioada in care m-am tot batut de " in liceu e cel mai frumos"spus de profesorii care ne urau numai bine si " la facultate e cel mai frumos" spus de persoanele care ma incurajau spre un viitor. Dar totusi se cam bat cap in cap acestea doua nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideea e ca in liceu e cel mai frumos. Adica &lt;b&gt;in cadrul lui&lt;/b&gt;. Momente de neuitat. Dar o perioada foarte frumoasa este cea &lt;b&gt;din timpul faculatii&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In liceu sunt colegii, e momentul in care se intampla cele mai multe nebunii, nu ai nici o grija. Ce poate fi mai frumos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar si cand mergi la facultate si te bucuri de primele clipe de libertate: "Fara parinti. Ce scoala... ce invatat... de aia e sesiunea mai incolo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt momente frumoase in toate perioadele din viata. Trebuie doar sa stii sa te bucuri cu cap de ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later edit: Un mic sfat. Nu va alegeti facultatea dupa altii, sau dupa importantul criteriu: banii. Mergeti pe ceea ce va place. Pentru ca in cel mai bun caz alegand o facultate pt ca se castiga bine de pe urma ei, sau asa a spus mami sau tati sau cutarica, ajungeti sa va plictisiti de ea, in cel mai bun caz! Si o sa va fie cel mai greu la sesiune, pentru ca va plictisesc cursurile s inseamna ca va trebui sa le tociti... Asta daca mai ramaneti in facultate. Sa mergi dupa ideea altcuiva cand e vorba de o chestie asa importanta e doar pierdere de bani/timp/nervi/ sau toate intr-un cuvant:viata.&lt;/span&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/8837127155126507139-3271553705791498080?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3271553705791498080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3271553705791498080' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3271553705791498080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3271553705791498080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/facultate.html' title='Facultate'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiQYJaDaiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SfMuVSmCemI/s72-c/facultate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6230105749956053777</id><published>2010-10-27T23:18:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:50:08.389+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>O provocare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiQfDBVolI/AAAAAAAAAqI/v-06q0Xjw1M/s1600/censored-tape-on-mouth-thumb4290151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiQfDBVolI/AAAAAAAAAqI/v-06q0Xjw1M/s320/censored-tape-on-mouth-thumb4290151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532831005285917266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un comentariu cineva spunea "Nu poti sa vorbesti despre tine in mod direct". Si avea dreptate. Nu imi place sa vorbesc despre mine direct.&lt;div&gt;Cu toate ca e un blog personal, nu reusesc sa ma deschid total. Cand o fac e prin jocuri de cuvinte sau idei. Totdeauna asta mi s-a parut a fi farmecul blogului meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa fac acest lucru e o provocare pentru mine care insa imi ocupa timpul intr-un mod foarte placut. Faptul ca mereu gasesc metode noi de a spune ceva sau de a-mi transmite un sentiment imi soliciteaza si imbunatateste imaginatia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totusi uneori nu ai timp nici macar pentru imaginatie. E prea important sa te concentrezi pe ce se intampla cu tine si in jurul tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-6230105749956053777?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6230105749956053777/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6230105749956053777' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6230105749956053777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6230105749956053777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-provocare.html' title='O provocare'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TMiQfDBVolI/AAAAAAAAAqI/v-06q0Xjw1M/s72-c/censored-tape-on-mouth-thumb4290151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5706022747400272480</id><published>2010-10-03T22:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:23:42.512+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leapsa'/><title type='text'>Hotii nu ar gasi nimic</title><content type='html'>Hotii nu ar gasi nimic interesant in geanta mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TKjAYzdr3PI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xQMf-jH_jqU/s1600/Immagine+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TKjAYzdr3PI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xQMf-jH_jqU/s320/Immagine+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523876475334024434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am primit leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://ordinary-stuff.com/"&gt;Alina&lt;/a&gt;, pe care regret sa o dezamagesc, dar nu am nimic interesant in geanta mea . Am un portofel care are doar valoare sentimentala, agenda pentru ca mereu uit ceva! Ata dentara pentru ca nu se stie si e urat sa te scobesti cu degetul, servetele, of mai ales acum pe timp de toamna cand nasul meu e mereu rosu. Nivea Lipstick, cel roz e preferatul meu + e primul care mi s-a terminat, restul le pierdeam sau ramaneam fara ele. Oglinjoara coco chanel.  Playerul care e numai bun cand am de mers pe jos singura. Si ochelarii, ei bine nu sunt doar pt soare, ci mai mascheaza si super cearcanele mele de dimineata, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Astea sunt lucrurile obisnuite, pe langa ele ar mai putea fi caiete, o carte(mai mereu), prinzatoare de par, gume, etc&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, nu cred ca &lt;a href="http://ordinary-stuff.com/"&gt;Alina&lt;/a&gt; era preocupata de ce am eu in geanta, ci mai mult vroia sa ma faca sa postez ceva, nu-i asa? =^.^=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Latter edit. Desi am specificat ca portofelul are DOAR valoare sentimentala, tot a parut interesant pt hoti. Din fericire l-am recuperat. Ce bine imi pare ca in momentul acela nu aveam altceva decat carti de vizita in el si un card gol. mwuhahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5706022747400272480?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5706022747400272480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5706022747400272480' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5706022747400272480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5706022747400272480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/10/hotii-nu-ar-gasi-nimic.html' title='Hotii nu ar gasi nimic'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TKjAYzdr3PI/AAAAAAAAAp4/xQMf-jH_jqU/s72-c/Immagine+250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5831048211564441827</id><published>2010-09-27T09:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:58:00.548+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Indecent Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TKBAZnxN4QI/AAAAAAAAApw/DsL5YUgMs8s/s1600/tumblr_l3vtjaWo2L1qb0of3o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TKBAZnxN4QI/AAAAAAAAApw/DsL5YUgMs8s/s320/tumblr_l3vtjaWo2L1qb0of3o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521483952072548610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The things that people in love do to each other, they remember. And if  they stay together, it's not because they forget. It's because they  forgive."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5831048211564441827?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5831048211564441827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5831048211564441827' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5831048211564441827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5831048211564441827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/indecent-proposal.html' title='Indecent Proposal'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TKBAZnxN4QI/AAAAAAAAApw/DsL5YUgMs8s/s72-c/tumblr_l3vtjaWo2L1qb0of3o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6793621272096875448</id><published>2010-09-19T18:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:04:28.687+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Tocmai mi-am amintit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TJYl7Qt1FfI/AAAAAAAAApo/VR_Iq3h6F8s/s1600/5774d8f14ee0a79e59f92fb4b40f0d944afeac67_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TJYl7Qt1FfI/AAAAAAAAApo/VR_Iq3h6F8s/s320/5774d8f14ee0a79e59f92fb4b40f0d944afeac67_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518640093418821106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram mica, eu nu voriam sa ma fac cantareata, actrita sau politista, in nici un caz doctorita, ca si toata lumea. Vroiam sa ma fac astronaut !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-6793621272096875448?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6793621272096875448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6793621272096875448' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6793621272096875448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6793621272096875448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/tocmai-mi-am-amintit.html' title='Tocmai mi-am amintit'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TJYl7Qt1FfI/AAAAAAAAApo/VR_Iq3h6F8s/s72-c/5774d8f14ee0a79e59f92fb4b40f0d944afeac67_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7252148913778160332</id><published>2010-09-18T20:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:01:08.517+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Boys want it easy, but we make it ward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TJYlq0SB18I/AAAAAAAAApY/EQ1-n5c0xAA/s1600/5b52cf03f4ed566448cba02854ece4b28610919c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TJYlq0SB18I/AAAAAAAAApY/EQ1-n5c0xAA/s320/5b52cf03f4ed566448cba02854ece4b28610919c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518639810908116930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acu cateva zile m-am amuzat copios pe bloul Terrei citind &lt;a href="http://iaundex.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-rules.html"&gt;acest&lt;/a&gt; post. Si ma gandeam cam cum ar raspunde fetele ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Too bad then, they will never know what's inside our evil minds &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hm, I guess that's the only thing that you are not complaining. Look here is a list of some complaints for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sunday sports It's like the full moon&lt;br /&gt;or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just give us the credit card. And you won't see us for the rest of the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Crying is blackmail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you fall for it. If you don't, you are a insensitive jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Just say it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And what happens when we want you to surprise us, and you don't know how ? We say you how and ruin the surprise? Wouldn't be more useful a hint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We could do that. Let's picture it :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;B: What's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;G: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;B: what's that supposed to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;G: We, girls, make it simple. Instead bothering be nice and tell you we are not interested, we answer from the start "no" meaning : "no, I don't want to have sex with you", or "yes" meaning: "Yes I know what you want. Let's skip everything and have sex". In my case, NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When we try to tell you guys some important stuff about our relationship, it could be useful some sympathy. Because when we see that " I'm sick of your stories" face, we close up and remain quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Same answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If we ask what is wrong and you say 'nothing,' We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We say nothing because of your "I'm sick of your stories" face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Then you'll have to repeat that you love us every single time ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you think you're fat, you probably are.Don't ask us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's so insensitive. A girl is trying to look good for her boy. That's why we want boy's opinion. Gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Same answer. Isn't it better to show of with a glamorous lady, than a girl who looks like she just got out of the jungle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We ask you because we need you. Don't you like to be needed? To feel like you are more powerful then us? We just have the ideas, but you are the only ones who can do it. So, pretty please, could you do it for us? In our idea ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7252148913778160332?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7252148913778160332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7252148913778160332' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7252148913778160332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7252148913778160332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/boys-want-it-easy-but-we-make-it-ward.html' title='Boys want it easy, but we make it ward'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TJYlq0SB18I/AAAAAAAAApY/EQ1-n5c0xAA/s72-c/5b52cf03f4ed566448cba02854ece4b28610919c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3282812527290001808</id><published>2010-09-14T10:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:02:08.658+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Karate Kid si first job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TI8ppIDAq_I/AAAAAAAAApI/xbulSyby7ms/s1600/The_Karate_Kid_poster_2010+jackie+chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TI8ppIDAq_I/AAAAAAAAApI/xbulSyby7ms/s320/The_Karate_Kid_poster_2010+jackie+chan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516673855063632882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Azi m-am uitat la karate kid(2010). Dragut filmul. Mi-a placut si cel vechi, tot cu un baiat. In amandoua povestea e cam la fel: un neastamparat da de necazuri cu o gasca de batausi si din fericire este invatat de maestru ce trebuie sa faca sa ii invinga. Si in ambele e si o poveste de dragoste dar asta e mai putin relevant acum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maestrul incepe in primul rand cu niste sarcini absolut stupide la prima vedere, care nu au legatura cu kung fu. In filmul vechi e vorba de lustruit masini si in cel nou de agatat geaca in cuier. Practici pe care le repeta atat de mult ca ajung sa creada ca nu vor mai invata niciodata sa se bata. Insa aceste sarcini sunt cele care stau la baza antrenamentului kung fu, pentru ca ele slefuiesc rabdarea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Niciodata nu mi-as fi privit sefii ca si niste maestri. Dar cu timpul am observat ca asa sunt. Nu am fost extrem de incantata de primul job. Imi placea pe de-o parte ce faceam, dar il detestam psihic. Faceam acelasi lucru in fiecare zi si mai ca nu prea aveam ce face , dar tot timpul trebuia sa se vada ca fac ceva. De aceea , la inceput cand nu aveam de lucru, am incercat sa ii ajut pe toti si sa imi gasesc ceva de lucru, pentru ca nu aveam rabdarea de a sta degeaba si a ma preface ca fac ceva. Si asa s-au obsinuit oamenii sa ii ajut si eu am inceput sa fac din ce in ce mai multe. Si am ajuns la stadiul ca aveam foarte mult de lucru si era obositor, iar pe deasupra eu eram platita doar pentru treaba mea si in rest de a sta degeaba, ceea ce era frustrant. In acele momente imi parea rau ca nu am avut rabdarea de a-mi vedea de treaba. Dar mai apoi s-a terminat perioada aia si am intrat iar in starea de lejeritate si cu toate ca ajutam in jur, parca tot erau momente in care nu aveam ce face. Si atunci mi-am dat seama ca tot mai bine e cand am ceva de facut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe langa experienta pe care am prins-o in domeniul in care am lucrat, mai e si rabdarea pe care mi-am slefuit-o si am invatat sa stau si sa studiez terenul si abia apoi sa actionez. In orice caz a fost o experienta din care am invatat foarte multe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-3282812527290001808?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3282812527290001808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3282812527290001808' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3282812527290001808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3282812527290001808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/karate-kid-si-first-job.html' title='Karate Kid si first job.'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TI8ppIDAq_I/AAAAAAAAApI/xbulSyby7ms/s72-c/The_Karate_Kid_poster_2010+jackie+chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5209894988804968916</id><published>2010-09-13T19:37:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:42:04.627+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Important e de ce iubim femeile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TI5hJM4zibI/AAAAAAAAApA/aOCQpkheVIg/s1600/a57cd0f31aa6dbd61c6be3da2474eada619898f5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516453404281637298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TI5hJM4zibI/AAAAAAAAApA/aOCQpkheVIg/s320/a57cd0f31aa6dbd61c6be3da2474eada619898f5_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu cred ca are rost sa scriu aici tot fragmentul lui Mircea Cartarescu in care explica de ce iubim femeile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu totii stim ca suntem adeptii sexului frumos. Pentru ca fiecare fetita/fata/femeie are ceva frumos in ea. Si ma refer doar la psihic. Cu atat mai bine daca e si la fizic. Femeile se fac placute foarte usor. Femeile sunt gratioase. In fine, femeile sunt cum le descrie Mircea Cartarescu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am observat ca multa lume a inceput sa scrie un raspuns la cartea lui , si anume "de ce iubim barbatii". E ridicol sincer. Cel putin din punctul meu de vedere. Ceea ce nu a inteles multa lume e ca Mircea Cartarescu s-a referit la sexul feminin, nu particular la o femeie generalizand totul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In "de ce iubim barbatii" fiecare autoare, greu sa cred ca ar fi si un autor, isi spune dorintele in legatura cu barbatul visurilor ei, fie ca il are sau doar spera la el. Nu poti sa aplici toate caracteristicile unui barbat la toti. Iese o cacealma de dragul ridicolului. Nu toti barbatii sunt hipersensibili ca si cum spune X in "de ce iubim barbatii", pentru ca ea vede hipersensibilitatea la un barbat ceva frumos. Nu toate femeile iubim barbatii hipersensibili. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce vreau sa spun aici e ca eu cred ca Mircea Cartarescu a ales sa scrie "de ce iubim femeile" si nu barbatii, din 3 motive. Pentru ca e barbat si iubeste femeile. Pentru ca daca nu ar fi prima, atunci nu cred ca ar fi vrut sa isi evidentieze inclinatia sexuala, aceasta creandu-i o imagine negativa si eliminandu-l dintre cei stimati, si 3 pentru ca dupa cum stie toata lumea sexul feminin e cel frumos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5209894988804968916?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5209894988804968916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5209894988804968916' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5209894988804968916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5209894988804968916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/09/important-e-de-ce-iubim-femeile.html' title='Important e de ce iubim femeile'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TI5hJM4zibI/AAAAAAAAApA/aOCQpkheVIg/s72-c/a57cd0f31aa6dbd61c6be3da2474eada619898f5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2220979370014379602</id><published>2010-08-27T00:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:59:23.957+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Asa as fi patit si eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/THbje0_EsEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/x28eVRUvkfI/s1600/cum-au-disparut-dinozaurii-400x452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509841312893153346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/THbje0_EsEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/x28eVRUvkfI/s320/cum-au-disparut-dinozaurii-400x452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe, via &lt;a href="http://deceblog.net/"&gt;deceblog&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/8837127155126507139-2220979370014379602?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2220979370014379602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2220979370014379602' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2220979370014379602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2220979370014379602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/asa-as-fi-patit-si-eu.html' title='Asa as fi patit si eu'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/THbje0_EsEI/AAAAAAAAAoo/x28eVRUvkfI/s72-c/cum-au-disparut-dinozaurii-400x452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2160213911451828739</id><published>2010-08-26T19:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:38:14.797+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Superman e naspa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/THaYP5TeJtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/L22xMRU0fBU/s1600/cartoon-superman-21332074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509758592982329042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/THaYP5TeJtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/L22xMRU0fBU/s320/cartoon-superman-21332074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sau plictisitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ce bun sa ai puterea de a te putea uita prin obiecte daca nu te uiti cum functioneaza masina de spalat vase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va spun eu e fraier, nu e curios deloc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2160213911451828739?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2160213911451828739/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2160213911451828739' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2160213911451828739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2160213911451828739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/superman-e-naspa.html' title='Superman e naspa'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/THaYP5TeJtI/AAAAAAAAAoY/L22xMRU0fBU/s72-c/cartoon-superman-21332074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2094717678669791577</id><published>2010-08-21T23:45:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:25:09.111+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Si marmota medita cand manca ciocolata din staniol</title><content type='html'>Eu am niste idei preconcepute, precum "norocul si-l face omul cu mana lui", "horoscoapele sunt aiurea si degeaba, insa zodiacele se potrivesc", "diferenta dintre bine si rau e ireala", "perfectiunea nu exista" si mai multe care nu imi vin acum in minte. In mai multe cuvine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare are dreptul sa creada in noroc. Unii castiga la loto sau la lozuri. Eu cred ca in toata viata mea am castigat doar 3 ori. In schimb pot sa spun ca am avut norocul de a avea o viata frumoasa. Si asta pentru ca am luat niste decizii, am facut niste lucruri, am avut idealuri pe care mi le-am implinit, toate cu mana mea. Mi-am facut si continui sa imi fac norocul cu mana mea. Despre ghinion insa nu pot sa afirm decat contrariul. Din moment ce inca nu mi l-am explicat, presupun ca doar exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De horoscoape nici nu are rost sa mai vorbesc. E imposibil ca acele lucruri sa se potriveasca la atatea persoane. Alea zilnice sunt cele mai ridicole. Stiu ca odata am petrecut o ora intr-o seara sa citesc horoscoapele din acea zi de pe toate siturile, am gasit in jur de 5 versiuni diferite, si nu ma refer sa difere exprimarea, ci intamplarile prevestite, haha. M-am amuzat copios in acea seara. Insa in zodiace ma regasesc des. Si imi plac, ma amuza. Pe blogul &lt;a href="http://iaundex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terrei&lt;/a&gt; sunt multe despre zodii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferenta dintre bine si rau e ireala. Sunt de parere ca orice rau are partea lui de bine , pentru ca sunt multe invataturi de desprins. Si orice bine poate face rau in alta parte. Deci nu poate fi vorba de bine fara rau si de rau fara bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar perfectiunea, ca la asta vroiam sa ajung. Tot timpul am fost de parere ca perfectiunea nu exista. Pana am gasit pe blogul lui &lt;a href="http://www.ciupy.ro/"&gt;Ciupy&lt;/a&gt; o vorba interesanta care mi-a luminat convingerea. "crează sentimentul perfecţiunii". E si normal ca sa nu existe o singura conceptie despre perfectiune, pentru ca fiecare om gandeste diferit. Dar fiecare, daca vrea desigur, poate sa isi stabileasca limitele care ating perfectiunea. Fiecare isi poate crea propria parere despre perfectiune. Ceea ce in fond e cu mult mai bine decat sa dezamgim oamenii spunandu-le ca nu exista perfectiune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2094717678669791577?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2094717678669791577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2094717678669791577' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2094717678669791577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2094717678669791577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/si-marmota-medita-cand-manca-ciocolata.html' title='Si marmota medita cand manca ciocolata din staniol'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1272501414361630604</id><published>2010-08-20T19:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:56:05.970+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscris'/><title type='text'>Ipocrizii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TG6zE4lyCrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AZbNqgs70TQ/s1600/shadoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507536290812398258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TG6zE4lyCrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AZbNqgs70TQ/s320/shadoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TG6y0qrV9TI/AAAAAAAAAoI/_uwTowGpdOM/s1600/shadoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu exact cand am pierdut-o. In fond, printre atatea certuri, e greu sa iti dai seama. Acestea nu au inceput doar de cand a intrat el in viata mea, asa cum ar crede ea daca ar analiza situatia. Nu, el era doar un pretext pentru a-mi reprosa mie mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;Ne indepartam una de alta din ce in ce mai mult. Chiar daca dupa fiecare cearta ea facea pasul de impacare, eu nu, chiar daca as fi vrut, eram prea mandra, ma intorceam la ea cu un fel de retinere, oarecum suspicioasa, ferindu-ma pentru cand voi primi urmatoarea lovitura.&lt;br /&gt;Acesta era apogeul ipocriziei: cand totul parea sa mearga perfect, cand ea ma indragea nespus de mult, cand eu ma purtam la fel de dragut ca ea... dar stiam ca asta nu o sa dureze mult.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi ca de obicei am cazut in capcana. Am ajuns sa cred ca totul e bine si ca in sfarsit ne intelegem. Cat de daramata m-am simtit cand mi-am dat seama ca m-am inselat. Eram extrem de furioasa pe mine ca am lasat garda jos.Atunci am stiut. Nu mai puteam sa ii acord incredere, legatura noastra e rupta pentru totdeauna, oricate ipocrizii vor fi in viitor.&lt;br /&gt;Nici legatura nu mai e ce a fost, nici ea. Asa cum legatura e doar ipocriziie, ea e doar o umbra. O umbra a ceea ce insemna pentru mine. O umbra care doar imi aminteste de ceea ce a fost, Zambetul ei care odata imi trimitea atata dragoste, acum e gol si ma lasa rece. Cea mai mare cruzime e aceea sa te bati in fiecare zi de amintirea celei pe care ai pierdut-o. &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/8837127155126507139-1272501414361630604?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1272501414361630604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1272501414361630604' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1272501414361630604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1272501414361630604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/ipocrizii.html' title='Ipocrizii'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TG6zE4lyCrI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AZbNqgs70TQ/s72-c/shadoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2908258775233723726</id><published>2010-08-10T20:02:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:07:20.664+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>Surprinzatoarea Italia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGGGvF2Kb0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/owElYcIQD1I/s1600/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503828363204783938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGGGvF2Kb0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/owElYcIQD1I/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/8837127155126507139-2908258775233723726?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2908258775233723726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2908258775233723726' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2908258775233723726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2908258775233723726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/surprinzatoarea-italia.html' title='Surprinzatoarea Italia'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGGGvF2Kb0I/AAAAAAAAAn4/owElYcIQD1I/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-9127054515517069635</id><published>2010-08-10T00:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:12:04.710+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGBxLeH6IpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/kVjbPv7d2og/s1600/ravizupailliterategallery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503523186525479570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGBxLeH6IpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/kVjbPv7d2og/s320/ravizupailliterategallery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8837127155126507139-9127054515517069635?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/9127054515517069635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=9127054515517069635' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9127054515517069635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9127054515517069635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGBxLeH6IpI/AAAAAAAAAnw/kVjbPv7d2og/s72-c/ravizupailliterategallery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3680129896099115871</id><published>2010-08-09T23:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:16:49.113+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Vocile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGBoEigNyvI/AAAAAAAAAng/24i5Zb10j-w/s1600/voice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503513171837438706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGBoEigNyvI/AAAAAAAAAng/24i5Zb10j-w/s320/voice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand citesc trebuie sa imi placa vocea povestitorului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine orice lucru citit e defapt ceva povestit de o voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totdeauna cand citesc se creaza in capul meu o voce care imi sopteste frumos ceea ce citesc. Vocea se formeaza dupa impleticirea primelor cuvinte. Cu cat cuvintele sunt mai frumos aranjate cu atat vocea mi se pare mai mladioasa. Aceasta depinde si de sexul celui pe care-l citesc. Daca e cunoscut. Daca nu, dupa felul in care povesteste, imaginatia mea ii atribuie unul. Cand citesc romane sau povestiri cu dialoguri, fiecare personaj are vocea si infatisarea sa. Citind o carte, eu vad un film. De asemenea caracteristicile persoanelor care reies din intamplari ajuta laformarea vocilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar blogurile, pentru mine sunt niste casetute cu voci care ma incanta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://grapefruits.wordpress.com/"&gt;Grapefruits&lt;/a&gt; are o voce simpatica care-ti intra in suflet. Cateodata foarte aprinsa si rapida, fiind ofticata pe ce fac baietii sau ce se intampla in anumite relatii, dar foarte blanda cand ne prezinta "thoughts for everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ordinary-stuff.com/"&gt;Alina&lt;/a&gt; are vocea serioasa, foarte sigura pe ceea ce spune si adeseori ironica. E revigorant sa vezi atata siguranta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cristina&lt;/a&gt; are vocea mladioasa de care spuneam mai sus. Se simte ca citeste mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ciupy.ro/"&gt;Ciupy.&lt;/a&gt; Ei bine lui nu am reusit nici acum sa ii dau o tonalitate vocii, dar daca ar fi sa aiba una ar fi aceea a unui intelept batran. Nu ca ar fi asa, dar eu in fiecare post al lui gasesc ceva de meditat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pe &lt;a href="http://royalribojeleu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ribo Jeleu&lt;/a&gt; o cunosc si in realitate deci ii stiu adevarata voce. Insa sarcasmul din posturile ei ii condimenteaza picant vocea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iar vocea &lt;a href="http://iaundex.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terrei&lt;/a&gt; abia acum mi-a ajuns la urechiuse. Ma gadila in mod placut si imi deschide o curiozitate sa vreau sa o cunosc mai bine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O voce placuta e ceea ce face renumita o carte. Sunt curioasa ce cred ceilalti despre vocea mea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-3680129896099115871?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3680129896099115871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3680129896099115871' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3680129896099115871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3680129896099115871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/vocile.html' title='Vocile'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TGBoEigNyvI/AAAAAAAAAng/24i5Zb10j-w/s72-c/voice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5448612660489692091</id><published>2010-08-05T19:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:48:01.260+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Tatuaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFrq8hCfzrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8r2XR9fW4wo/s1600/Barbie-cu-tatuaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFrq8hCfzrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8r2XR9fW4wo/s320/Barbie-cu-tatuaje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968220168375986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca nu a fost copil caruia sa nu ii placa tatuajele castigate la guma de mestecat sau pufuletii cu surpriza. Ce bucurosi eram cu totii cand tatuajul pe care-l castigam era cel pe care il vroia. Ne umpleam bratele si piciorusele si alte parti ale corpurilor noastre minuscule cu tatuaje in asa fel incat puteam fi luati drept niste pitici malefici care tocmai au scapat de la inchisoare.&lt;br /&gt;Dar apoi faceam baita si mama avea grija de fiecare data sa ne spele bine si se ducea tatuajul:(&lt;br /&gt;Ce vremuri.&lt;br /&gt;Acum mi-e frica si unul sa imi fac. Bine-nteles ca ma refer la unul adevarat. Chiar imi doresc unul, insa gandul ca va fi permanent ma face sa fiu pretentioasa. Tot realizez o gramada de desene si schite, dar ajung in final sa nu imi convina nimic. Cred ca momentul in care imi voi face tatuaj va fi din cauza unei spontaneitati nebanuite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5448612660489692091?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5448612660489692091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5448612660489692091' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5448612660489692091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5448612660489692091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/tatuaj.html' title='Tatuaj'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFrq8hCfzrI/AAAAAAAAAnM/8r2XR9fW4wo/s72-c/Barbie-cu-tatuaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2288291269624213603</id><published>2010-08-05T19:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:48:51.654+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Angajatul e pretentios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFrrZe_dbzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PRQomvKbANI/s1600/cum-sa-organizati-o-sedinta-de-imbunatatire-a-performantelor-unui-angajat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFrrZe_dbzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PRQomvKbANI/s320/cum-sa-organizati-o-sedinta-de-imbunatatire-a-performantelor-unui-angajat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501968717834972978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angajatul vrea in primul rand bani. Multi, nu neaparat dupa cunostintele sau capabilitatile sale. In unele cazuri se mai asteapta si la bacsis din cauza ca si-a facut bine treaba, chiar daca in fond pentru asta e platit.&lt;br /&gt;Angajatul cere timp si rabdare ca sa se acomodeze cu locul de munca. Cere iertare pentru eventualele greseli pe care le face pana se obisnuieste.&lt;br /&gt;Angajatul cere respect, atat de la coechipierii lui cat si de la sef. Aici intra politica" Daca tu ma respecti si eu o fac". Angajatul care nu va respecta nu va primi la randul lui respect. Iar seful? Sa il trateze ca pe un egal.&lt;br /&gt;Angajatul isi doreste un sef  bun, cu care sa glumeasca, sa se simta lejer si care sa-l copleseasca cu laude si atentii. Unii dintre angajati ii vor duce de nas pe astfel de sefi.&lt;br /&gt;Angajatul isi doreste ca intr-o zi sa ajunga la putere. El viseaza ca inainteaza in functie pnaa cand seful, care vede cat de capabil e angajatul, ii va ceva locul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2288291269624213603?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2288291269624213603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2288291269624213603' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2288291269624213603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2288291269624213603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/angajatul-e-pretentios.html' title='Angajatul e pretentios'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFrrZe_dbzI/AAAAAAAAAnU/PRQomvKbANI/s72-c/cum-sa-organizati-o-sedinta-de-imbunatatire-a-performantelor-unui-angajat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1043116531530706438</id><published>2010-08-04T01:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:14:23.260+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Nume</title><content type='html'>Nu Medelina cum îmi spune colega mamei.&lt;br /&gt;Nici Madalena sau Madalina cum stâlceşte şefa care măcar încearcă să îmi pronunţe numele.&lt;br /&gt;Nici cum îmi spune bucătăreasa cu dragoste, Magdalena.&lt;br /&gt;Nici măcar Diana cum îmi spun restul italienilor care nu se obosesc să îmi stâlcească numele pe care sunt obişnuită să fiu strigată.&lt;br /&gt;Doar Mădălina. Mi-e dor să fiu strigată aşa. Mi-e dor să mi se spună Mădă. Mi-e dor de casă.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1043116531530706438?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1043116531530706438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1043116531530706438' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1043116531530706438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1043116531530706438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/nume.html' title='Nume'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8725217434368151545</id><published>2010-08-04T00:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:43:22.210+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFmXdqpaLbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KdXTIig-9pk/s1600/lift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501594955729743282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFmXdqpaLbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KdXTIig-9pk/s320/lift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce rau e cand nu am ce face. Imi debuteaza mintea ca la o nebuna. Aiurea rau de tot. Ce e dubios e ca inca nu am avut stare de paranoia. De obicei cand mi se perminte sa ma gandesc infinit ajung la paranoia. Poate sunt prea fericita sa vad si realitatea ce sa mai spun de ce e mai rau...&lt;br /&gt;Oricum acum cateva zile ma gandeam la lift. Cuvantul lift ca sa fiu mai exacta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFT s. n. 1. ascensor. 2. instalație mecanică servind pentru scoaterea la suprafață a țițeiului acumulat în sonde. 3. (la tenis, tenis de masă, volei etc.) lovitură care imprimă mingii o traiectorie ascendentă. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceste cuvinte a oarecum legatura intre ele, dar ma intreb eu de ce ascensorul in engleza nu se numeste lifter si n romana ridicator. Pentru ca suna total aiurea, poate de aia. Am senzatia ca limbile sunt amestecate intre ele. Cu cat invat mai multe limbi cu atat mi se par cuvintele mai dubioase. Am inceput sa ma descurc cu italiana. Mi-am depasit chiar si problema cu inventarea unor cuvinte sau folosirea lor in limba spaniola. Inainte tot spuneam ahora (spaniola) la acum, in italiana fiind adesso, cuvant care mi se pare aiurea pentru ca ma duce cu gandul al adesea. Deci cum s-au format limbile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8725217434368151545?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8725217434368151545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8725217434368151545' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8725217434368151545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8725217434368151545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/08/lift.html' title='Lift'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TFmXdqpaLbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/KdXTIig-9pk/s72-c/lift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5731280583389565776</id><published>2010-07-29T18:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:47:35.810+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Impresii</title><content type='html'>Toata lumea ma intreaba daca imi place in Italia, iar eu zambesc ridic din umeri si plec sau imi gasesc ceva de facut. Nu pot sa am o anumita parere despre Italia din moment ce nu o cunosc. Si nu o cunosc pentru ca nu am apucat sa o vizitez. Nu pot sa imi dau cu parerea nici macar despre locul in care sunt. E o statiune turistica cu hotel langa hotel, deci un amalgam de natii.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi am observat anumite particularitati:&lt;br /&gt;Sunt MULTE cupluri de batranei. Sot si sotie de peste 60 de ani, care sunt impreuna in vacanta. In urma cu o luna, cand eram inca in Romania, nu credeam ca mai exista asa ceva. Chiar am intalnit o doamna de 88 de ani... Acea femeie a vazut lumea schimband-se. Unii chiar s-au adaptat schimbarii, cum ar fi Bernini Fosco, azi a implinit 86 de ani, care inca invata cum sa raspunda la telefon. Bine ca stie sa danseze pe waka waka.&lt;br /&gt;O alta chestie in coltul opus al varstei. Am vazut de multe ori pe strada, copii mari in carucioare. Prin copii mari ma refer la aproximativ 5 ani. Pe cand in Romania cum invata copii sa mearga, parintii le confisca carucioarele, In Italia copii isi pastreaza energia picioarelor ca se sa plimbe pe strazi la ora 23 seara (atunci e cel mai aglomerat) cand vor fi batrani. Poate romanasii nostri se satura de ata umblat, incepand in forta de mici si de aia cand sunt batrani, doamne fereste sa se ridice de pe fotoliul situat in fata televizorului.&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua aici e scurta. Cea mai scurta. O inghititura si e gata. Oh dar e buna. Mai ales capucino. Toata ziua beau. M-am si hotarat, trebuie sa imi achizitionez si eu o masina de facut expreso.&lt;br /&gt;Preturile aici sunt duble fata de cele din Romania, insa la venitul pe care il au ei, sunt mici. De exemplu o inghetata e 1 euro (4 lei) in ro e aproximativ 2 lei una. O punga de seminte e 1,5 euro (6 lei) si in ro e cam 3 lei una la fel. Dar ce e pt ei un euro? O moneda pe care o poti gasi pe jos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah si strazile am uitat de strazi . Sunt asa curate incat poti merge fara incaltaminte pe ele. Dar, particularitate observata si n Spania, sunt inguste scurte si intortocheate. Ca sa ajungi intr-un loc nu mai departe de 500 de m trebuie sa faci stanga si dreapta pana te imbeti de cap. De aceea cei de aici au in general masini mici sau dragutele de vespa. De cateva zile de fiecare data cand trec pe langa un pegeout 107 negru ii fac cu ochiul. Si eu o sa am unul la fel.&lt;br /&gt;O alta chestie. M-am saturat pana peste cap de peste si alte vietati marine. Nu sunt genul care sa faca nazuri la mancare pentru ceea ce e, dar pentru gust fac. Nu mananc toata ziua caviar si salamuri scumpe si alte chestii de genu pentru ca sunt rare. Daca imi rasfata papilele gustative da, daca nu imi face fac nazuri. Nu spun ca aici mancarea nu e buna, dar sa mananci in fiecare zi un tip de peste si paste?! La un momentdat te mai saturi.&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat deocamdata. Ciao !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5731280583389565776?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5731280583389565776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5731280583389565776' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5731280583389565776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5731280583389565776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/impresii.html' title='Impresii'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1028170495036372262</id><published>2010-07-04T23:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:18:56.890+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Orice sfarsit are un nou inceput</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TDDsHV3O7aI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1X3a15w-L9I/s1600/girl-and-suitcase-thumb8113540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TDDsHV3O7aI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1X3a15w-L9I/s320/girl-and-suitcase-thumb8113540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490147556636683682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt fericita. Am scapt de bac si de tot ce inseamna liceu.&lt;br /&gt;Noi cei care am dat bacul anul asta si in urma cu 4 ani capacitatea  suntem generatia basmului. Atat la bac si cat la capacitate la limba si  lit romana ne-a picat basmul. Celelalte 2 materii la care am avut examen au fost matematica si biologia. La mate a fost subiectul greu, iar la biologie mai ca habar nu aveam, dar m-am descurcat la amandoua si le-am luat cu nota decenta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum ar trebui sa ma simt. Tocmai s-a incheiat un capitol important din viata mea. In primul rand sunt mandra. Mi-am demonstrat mie si tuturor ca pot. Daca vreau, pot.&lt;br /&gt;Urmeaza alte capitole si mai interesante poate.&lt;br /&gt;Asta e un post prin care imi iau pentru putin timp la revedere de la blog si de la scris. Imi iau o mini vacanta, un fel de vacanta caci nu voi sta chiar degeaba, din care sper ca mai voi intoarce revigorata si stres free.&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1028170495036372262?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1028170495036372262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1028170495036372262' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1028170495036372262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1028170495036372262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/orice-sfarsit-are-un-nou-inceput.html' title='Orice sfarsit are un nou inceput'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TDDsHV3O7aI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1X3a15w-L9I/s72-c/girl-and-suitcase-thumb8113540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4205696813833979800</id><published>2010-07-04T22:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:41:02.191+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TDDjvpCCWHI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L-FXa7NNcuo/s1600/_DSC0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TDDjvpCCWHI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L-FXa7NNcuo/s320/_DSC0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490138353372387442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva a spus odata ca Maria se va descurca in viata. Acum inteleg de ce, pentru ca am si eu aceiasi parere. Oricat mi-ar displacea comportamentul ei, cu ajutorul lui , ea va ajunge departe. E dura! Nu ca si mine. Eu sunt prea altruista si las prea mult de la mine. Oricat ar fi vazuta chestia asta cu ochi buni, eu o consider un defect. Maria insa, nu se lasa condusa sau manipulata. Stie ce vrea si aia face. A invatat asta cu ajutorul meu. Am manipulat-o eu prea mult si s-a cam satura, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa ii dau sfaturi, insa nu cred ca m-a ascultat. Cam cum faceam si eu cu ai mei, cand imi tineau teorie. Auzeam ce imi spuneau, dar ascultam doar ce vroiam si imi invatam lectia dupa cum credeam eu. Din acea cauza cred ca nici Mary nu prea asculta ce ii spuneam. Un singur lucru sper sa il asculte: "Ai grija de tine. Pentru ca nimeni nu o poate face ca si tine" De acum incolo nu o sa mai fiu langa ea ca sa o protejez si am impresia ca se vor schimba multe. Sper doar ca nu multe in rau.&lt;br /&gt;Maria inca e mica. Dar va creste si va deveni o super-fata. Sper sa ii mearga bine in tot ceea ce isi propune !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4205696813833979800?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4205696813833979800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4205696813833979800' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4205696813833979800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4205696813833979800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/maria.html' title='Maria'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TDDjvpCCWHI/AAAAAAAAAmc/L-FXa7NNcuo/s72-c/_DSC0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8568459967169504765</id><published>2010-07-01T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:44:51.694+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art?'/><title type='text'>black or white</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TCzwI02K9eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vM5UzDr0RUo/s1600/915d422e462190dbeca42cdeece381fcfa99af6c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TCzwI02K9eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vM5UzDr0RUo/s320/915d422e462190dbeca42cdeece381fcfa99af6c_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489026080273266146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8568459967169504765?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8568459967169504765/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8568459967169504765' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8568459967169504765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8568459967169504765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/07/black-or-white.html' title='black or white'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TCzwI02K9eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vM5UzDr0RUo/s72-c/915d422e462190dbeca42cdeece381fcfa99af6c_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-67680785832857919</id><published>2010-06-26T19:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:54:37.429+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leapsa'/><title type='text'>7 magic</title><content type='html'>Am furat urmatoarea leapsa de pe &lt;a href="http://deceneu789.wordpress.com/"&gt;acest blog&lt;/a&gt; pt ca mi s-a parut foarte comica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;” Exact din locul în care stați acuma faceți 7 pași la stânga,  ridicați privirea și priviți pentru fix 7 secunde. Apoi întoarceți-vă la  computer și scrieți ce ați văzut   Dacă ați văzut peretele, scrieți despre  perete. Dacă ați intrat în budă, scrieți despre budă   Dacă era să cădeți pe geam făcând asta,  scrieți despre zbor   Dar SCRIEȚI! Că doar sunteți bloggeri, ce  lipsa mea de inspirație!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hai succes ! “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci in incercarea de a face 7 pasi spre stanga, m-am oprit la 4 caci ma blocasem in biblioteca. Nu am apucat nici sa privesc 7 secunde in sus, pentru ca blocam vederea directa spre televizor, si a inceput surioara mai mica sa faca gura. Sus era ceasul, mai excat ora 19.45. M-a pufnit rasul si m-am intors la calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la &lt;a href="http://ordinary-stuff.com/"&gt;Alina&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://questioare.com/"&gt;Strumfita&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://grapefruits.wordpress.com/"&gt;Grapefruits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://royalribojeleu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ribo&lt;/a&gt;. Pe &lt;a href="http://www.ciupy.ro/"&gt;Ciupy&lt;/a&gt; nu-l mai pun ca oricum nu le face niciodata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-67680785832857919?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/67680785832857919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=67680785832857919' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/67680785832857919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/67680785832857919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/7-magic.html' title='7 magic'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1965335077904080814</id><published>2010-06-24T10:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:55:11.450+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manuscris'/><title type='text'>Criza de timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TCMNzILvnaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SfoBTzlOwWE/s1600/fantome1ql3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TCMNzILvnaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SfoBTzlOwWE/s320/fantome1ql3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486243943088627106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o panica care ma inconjoara si care imi sopteste la ureche ca ceva rau se va intampla. Ma simt inutila si descurajata.  Inca cred ca as mai putea fac ceva, dar frica ma paralizeaza.  E ca un monstrulet fantomatic, cu ochii verzi malefici, care isi tine ghearele deasupra mea ca eu sa cred ca nu mai pot scapa. Imi sufla in ceafa cu respiratia lui de gheata si imi baga tot ce stiu in ceata. Incerc sa scap din acel loc infiorator si dureros printr-un moment de revenire grandios. Optimismul incearca sa incalzeasca spatiul din jur si frica fantomatica se topeste pe langa contur. Dar optimismul e mai mic, nu are puterea necesara sa distruga totul, nu reuseste sa treaca peste conceptele realismului. Si atunci frica de bucurie ca a scapat se ascunde intr-un colt, asa desfigurata cum e si astepta sa isi faca iar intrarea in a mea gandire. Trebuie doar sa isi mareasca foretele, ca de data asta cand ma va ataca sa nu poate fi intrerupta de niste simple idei ca si optimismul si increderea in sine.&lt;br /&gt;Ea crede ca ma va distruge. Ce nu stie ea insa , e ca nu ii distruge decat pe cei slabi. Eu nu ma dau batuta asa usor, fac totul ca sa ii demonstrez ca se inseala cu tot ce spune, sunt intr-o lupta ascunsa cu ceea ce imi sopteste. Vreau ca peste doua saptamani cand totul se va termina sa fiu eu cea invingatoare, iar invinsa, sa fie neagra de suparare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1965335077904080814?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1965335077904080814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1965335077904080814' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1965335077904080814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1965335077904080814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/criza-de-timp.html' title='Criza de timp'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TCMNzILvnaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SfoBTzlOwWE/s72-c/fantome1ql3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7949244776942460512</id><published>2010-06-17T16:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:20:07.263+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBogAbrtDVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TTz80_aazRQ/s1600/Happy_Birthday_by_ainukiw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBogAbrtDVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TTz80_aazRQ/s320/Happy_Birthday_by_ainukiw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483730688080153938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LA MULTI ANISORI ! Si  cat mai multe postari pentru blogul meu. Sa imi traiesti, sa ai cati mai multi cititori . Sa fi si mai incantator decat pana acum! Multumesc ca existi pentru ca eu sa reusesc sa imi pun ideiile, sentimentele si planurile in ordine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankies:*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7949244776942460512?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7949244776942460512/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7949244776942460512' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7949244776942460512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7949244776942460512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBogAbrtDVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TTz80_aazRQ/s72-c/Happy_Birthday_by_ainukiw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7728752770788218036</id><published>2010-06-13T22:25:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:27:44.628+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>CE? S-A TERMINAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBe1e_O5s1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/mOqnc3nwqnA/s1600/sonete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBe1e_O5s1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/mOqnc3nwqnA/s320/sonete.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483050615321506642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da... S-a terminat. S-a terminat liceul. Acum nu mai sunt eleva, nu sunt nici angajata. Momentan sunt un pierde-vara! Ultimele zile parca au zburat. Cu toata agitatia notelor, a hainelor, a albumelor, a pozelor si a sonetelor, ultimele saptamani parca eu zburat.&lt;p&gt;Ce sunt sonetele ? Multi nu stiu. Multi nu au auzit de obiceiul asta.Sonetele sunt ca niste fluturase cu dedicatie si poza pe care le dai mai departe prietenilor, ele arata cam asa:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De asemenea sunt multi care nu au auzit de obiceiul serenadei. Fiecare clasa terminala se imbraca intr-o anumita culoare la sfarsit de clasa a 12-a. Si compun versuri pe ritmul altor piese. Sau isi compun propria piesa(mai rar). Noi am facut versuri pe piesa de la HI-Q - Gasca mea, pe Voltaj - Etaj 3 si pe Catalin Crisan - Daca pleci. De asemenea am mai facut niste versuri pe ritm mai army asa care au iesit super. Obiceiul consta ca inainte cu o zi de festivitate sa  defilam prin scoala intrand in fiecare clasa in timp ce ne cantam piesele. Si de asemenea si la profesori acasa, la cei care ne primesc, in decursul ultimei saptamani. Totul a fost un haos pana in ultimul moment cand am inceput cu serenada. Piesele nu erau gata, colegii nu aparea la repetitii. Dar totul a iesit super! Mai jos e clasa mea imbracata in mov si negru in timp ce mergeam cantand pe strada la profesori&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBe2Jri4SpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/9dHmThX4IeE/s1600/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBe2Jri4SpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/9dHmThX4IeE/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483051348770966162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totul anul asta a fost incredibil de dubios. Eu iau anii in considerare dupa scoala, dar acum ca s-a temrinat va trebui sa ma rezum la revelion... In anul asta de scoala totul a fost impins la extrem. Am plans cel mai mult anul asta, eram super sensibila. Am invatat cel mai mult anul asta. Am absentat mult anul asta, am avut cele mai multe absente pe al doilea semestru decat anul trecut in total:)). Am avut si cea mai mare medie dintodeauna. Am luat premiul 3. M-am si laudat cel mai mult. :)) M-am certat cel mai mult anul asta. Am facut cele mai multe figuri anul asta. Am avut si inca mai am cea mai lunga relatie:D. Anul asta am iubit cel mai mult. Inca iubesc. Anul asta am exagerat cu toate. Nu stiu ce va fi in viitor. Sau cum va fi. Am doar ceva ganduri si sper sa fie asa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/BuBuSweet/c4dde3c2b69ee5.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=214&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Skizzo_Skillz_-_Pierdevara_"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7728752770788218036?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7728752770788218036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7728752770788218036' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7728752770788218036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7728752770788218036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/06/ce-s-terminat.html' title='CE? S-A TERMINAT?'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/TBe1e_O5s1I/AAAAAAAAAlU/mOqnc3nwqnA/s72-c/sonete.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7867537947865392588</id><published>2010-05-23T22:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:06:52.246+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_mKtLWDt8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/41qBI6vQQkQ/s1600/tumblr_l2ib2n4ACY1qa9auvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_mKtLWDt8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/41qBI6vQQkQ/s320/tumblr_l2ib2n4ACY1qa9auvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474559330789603266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ei uite ca nu am mai scris de mult. Si nici nu aveam de gand sa scriu pana nu ma fac bine, dar m-au prins remuscariile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ideea e ca nu prea am avut stare saptamana asta si am umblat de colo colo, facand toate cele, si asa am obosit atat fizic cat si psihic. Am prins si o raceala groaznica si am decis ca azi si maine ma odihnesc sa imi revin:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saptamana asta au venit la noi la scoala un grup de francezi arhitecti printr-un parteneriat intre scoli. Au fost plimbati peste tot si rasfatati ca niste printi. Ce am avut eu de castigat din chestia asta? Avand in vedere ca timp de 4 zile am vorbit mai multa fanceza decat romana, mi-a imbunatatit abilitatiile de comunicare in limba respectiva si mi-a sporit dorinta de o invata mai bine. (intr-o zi o sa ajung sa stiu cate ceva din toate limbiile latine, mai trebuie sa ma apuc de portugheza). Dar.... AM RACIT!!! Nu suport sa racesc, cred ca din cauza ca m-a plouat cam mult in ultimele zile. Acum ma duc sa imi fac o cana de ceai si sa ma pregatesc de linistea dinaintea furtunii. Se anunta o saptamana mov plina de teze si incheieri de medii. Ultima mea saptamana de liceu...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7867537947865392588?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7867537947865392588/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7867537947865392588' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7867537947865392588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7867537947865392588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello_23.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_mKtLWDt8I/AAAAAAAAAlE/41qBI6vQQkQ/s72-c/tumblr_l2ib2n4ACY1qa9auvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8818902022867690819</id><published>2010-05-15T16:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:54:12.187+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Incredere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-6nfi9AHzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QjAbCfb8rKs/s1600/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-6nfi9AHzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QjAbCfb8rKs/s320/trust.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471494757702180658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am observat ca oamenii acorda incredere persoanelor necunoscute. E vorba atat despre cei care isi spun cele mai mari secrete unui strain, cat si cei care sunt deschisi spre a-si face noi prietenii. Sociabilitaea se bazeaza pe incredere. Daca nu am avea incredere in oameni, am fi introvertiti, niciodata capabili sa contruim relatii.Inclinam a avea incredere in cei pe care nu ii cunoastem pentru ca nu ne-au deceptionat niciodata. Asta pana cand ajungem sa ii cunoastem si stim ca in anumite aspecte nu ne putem baza pe ei. Insa odata ce ii cunoastem, ne apropiem de ei si increderea acordata e mai mare, chiar daca e acordata in mai putine puncte de vedere. Si din aceasta cauza suferim cand suntem deceptionati de cineva apropiat mai mult decat de cineva pe care abia l-am cunoscut. Defapt suntem aproape indiferenti la faptul ca acea persoana nou cunoscuta nu merita increderea acordata si trecem mai departe. Insa cand am oferit atata incredere unui prieten si am fost deceptionati de el, ne doare mai rau rana sufleteasca decat orice rana fizica. Si ne doare pentru ca stim ca niciodata nu se va vindeca complet, o cicatrice tot va ramane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8818902022867690819?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8818902022867690819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8818902022867690819' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8818902022867690819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8818902022867690819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/incredere.html' title='Incredere'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-6nfi9AHzI/AAAAAAAAAkc/QjAbCfb8rKs/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-9013722037687251296</id><published>2010-05-15T16:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:34:56.103+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Dr. Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-6i9luAw_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/yLz-eaKwE60/s1600/48b9c07f9d2ef8842da6308765f50acefcf74fe3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-6i9luAw_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/yLz-eaKwE60/s320/48b9c07f9d2ef8842da6308765f50acefcf74fe3_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471489776282551282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americanii au inventat un computer medical foarte performant. Doctorii o cam bagasera pe maneca: Asta ne ia painea de la gura! Unul din doctori, mai smecher de felul sau, le spune celorlalti confrati. Las' ca-i vin eu de hac!&lt;br /&gt;Se duce la computer. Acesta intreaba: Ce va doare?. Doctorul spune Ma doare-n cot!. Computerul raspunde: Dati o proba de urina si dupa doua ore pentru rezultat.&lt;br /&gt;Doctorul se duce acasa si urineaza intr-o sticluta, apoi o pune sa faca acelasi lucru si pe nevasta-sa, pe fiica-sa, ba chiar si pe pisica lor.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi duce sticluta cu cocktailul de urina la computer. Dupa doua ore primeste rezultatul: Sotia dvs are sifilis, fiica dvs este gravida in luna a patra, pisica nu are nimic, iar dvs n-o mai frecati in baie, ca-i locul stramt si va loviti la coate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-9013722037687251296?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/9013722037687251296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=9013722037687251296' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9013722037687251296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/9013722037687251296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/dr-computer.html' title='Dr. Computer'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-6i9luAw_I/AAAAAAAAAkU/yLz-eaKwE60/s72-c/48b9c07f9d2ef8842da6308765f50acefcf74fe3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1327795321044385747</id><published>2010-05-14T20:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:56:54.676+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Shutter Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-2O4ZpZCuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K-Kg046unFg/s1600/shutter-island-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-2O4ZpZCuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K-Kg046unFg/s320/shutter-island-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471186221933333218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit mi-am facut si eu timp sa vad filmul. La inceput nu prea vroiam sa il vad singura, incepe sa imi displaca din ce in ce mai mult sa ma uit la filme singura, dar asta a fost oke de vizionat pentru ca actiunea filmului m-a cuprins cu totul si nu mai vedeam si auzeam nimic in jur. Putea lumea sa zbiere la mine incontinuu pana se termina filmul :))&lt;br /&gt;Mai mult decat actiunea, e misterul care invaluie filmul. Pe tot parcursul filmului mi s-au invartit rotitele ca sa imi dau seama de adevar inainte sa fie evident.&lt;br /&gt;Toate ca toate, pe langa actiunea care te tine in suspans si misterul care te invita sa il dezlegi, Leonardo di Caprio o sa dea gata fetele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1327795321044385747?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1327795321044385747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1327795321044385747' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1327795321044385747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1327795321044385747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/shutter-island.html' title='Shutter Island'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-2O4ZpZCuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K-Kg046unFg/s72-c/shutter-island-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6233102877241879201</id><published>2010-05-13T19:15:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:27:41.280+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga sau Lady Gaga ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wnu-N-7GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KFG2dET98OA/s1600/1264035283832.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wnu-N-7GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KFG2dET98OA/s320/1264035283832.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470791335277423714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wmPmfM0mI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zJVOYWmquTI/s1600/ladyGaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wmPmfM0mI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zJVOYWmquTI/s320/ladyGaga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470789696819614306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      SAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, eu sunt fan lady gaga in ambele optiuni, stiu eu de ce:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-6233102877241879201?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6233102877241879201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6233102877241879201' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6233102877241879201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6233102877241879201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/lady-gaga-sau-lady-gaga.html' title='Lady Gaga sau Lady Gaga ?!'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wnu-N-7GI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KFG2dET98OA/s72-c/1264035283832.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-5393044602986546044</id><published>2010-05-13T17:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:33:52.360+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>O cafea cu un prieten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wNV7E4OOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/E3xT2_PXLm8/s1600/coffee_by_arTisTinDaMaKing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wNV7E4OOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/E3xT2_PXLm8/s320/coffee_by_arTisTinDaMaKing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470762317634877666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desi sunt sigura ca multi cititi blogul lui &lt;a href="http://jadore.xcc.ro/"&gt;J'adore&lt;/a&gt; nu m-am putut abtine sa nu pun aici povestioara citita pe blogul ei care m-a incantat asa de tare:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un profesor de filosofie stãtea în fata clasei având pe catedrã câteva lucruri.. Când ora a început, fãrã sã spunã un cuvânt, a luat un borcan mare gol, pe care l-a umplut cu mingi de tenis. I-a întrebat pe studenti dacã borcanul este plin si acestia au convenit cã era.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Profesorul a luat atunci o cutie cu pietricele pe care le-a turnat în borcan, scuturându-l usor. Pietricelele au umplut golurile dintre mingile de tenis.  I-a întrebat din nou pe studenti dacã borcanul era plin, iar acestia au fost de acord cã era.&lt;/p&gt;Profesorul a luat dupã aceea o cutie cu nisip pe care l-a turnat în borcan. Firesc nisipul a umplut de tot borcanul. I-a întrebat din nou pe studenti cum stãtea treaba, iar acestia au rãspuns în cor “pliiin”! &lt;br /&gt;Profesorul a scos de sub catedrã douã cesti cu cafea pe care le-a turnat în borcan umplându-l de aceastã datã  definitiv. Studentii au râs. &lt;br /&gt;Dupã ce hohotele s-au domolit, profesorul spus: “Acum as dori sã întelegeti cã acest borcan reprezintã viata voastrã. &lt;br /&gt;Mingiile de tenis reprezintã lucrurile importante pentru voi: familie, copii, sãnãtate, prieteni si pasiunile voastre. Dacã totul ar fi pierdut în afarã de acestea, viata voastrã ar fi tot plinã.  Pietricelele sunt celelalte lucruri care conteazã pentru voi: serviciul, casa, masina, iar nisipul e restul lucrurilor mãrunte. Dacã veti începe cu nisipul, nu veti mai avea unde sã puneti mingile de tenis si pietricelele. &lt;br /&gt;La fel si în viatã, dacã îti irosesti tot timpul si energia pentru lucrurile mici, nu vei avea niciodatã timp pentru lucrurile importante pentru tine.. Acordã atentie lucurilor importante pentru fericirea ta. Joacã-te cu copiii, iesi cu sotia în oras la cinã, joacã tenis, vei avea suficient timp altã datã sã faci curat sau sã repari cine stie ce dispozitiv. Ai, în primul rând grijã de mingile de tenis, ele conteazã cu adevãrat. Stabileste-ti prioritãtile, restul e doar nisip ! ” Unul dintre studenti a ridicat mâna interesându-se ce reprezentau cele douã cãni de cafea. Profesorul a zâmbit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Mã bucur cã întrebi asta, ele vor doar sã arate cã, oricât de plinã ar pãrea viata ta, e loc întotdeauna pentru douã cãni de cafea, împreunã cu un prieten.&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-5393044602986546044?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/5393044602986546044/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=5393044602986546044' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5393044602986546044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/5393044602986546044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/desi-sunt-sigura-ca-multi-cititi-blogul.html' title='O cafea cu un prieten'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-wNV7E4OOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/E3xT2_PXLm8/s72-c/coffee_by_arTisTinDaMaKing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-237893200303332563</id><published>2010-05-11T21:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:15:40.522+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariul'/><title type='text'>Scenariul - 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sa spunem. E o problema care se potriveste perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Deci tu nu stii ce problema e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu pot sa iti spun decat la sfarsit. Dar gandindu-te ca e cancer poti sa dai un raspuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu tot nu inteleg cum te ajuta asta pe tine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tu ce ai face daca ai fi in locul ei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Eu m-as despartii de ea, daca as sti ca ii fac rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sa nu te mai aud spunand asta. Eu as vrea sa imi spui daca ai avea o problema de genul. Nu repede sa te desparti de mine. Asta ar face un om las, tu nu esti las!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Si sa te comporti diferit cu mine? Nici nu ma gandesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;... Ei ei, geniu mic. M-am prins de ce vrei sa faci. Ce dragut mi-ai dat peste nas. Ai dreptate... Eu as vrea sa imi spui daca ai fi fost in locul tau, deci e corect ca si eu sa te tratez la fel. Ar trebui sa ii spuna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Da, morala e ca trebuie sa iti tratezi partenerul cu sinceritate. Nu sa ii ascunzi lucruri, orice efect ar avea adevarul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eu am auzit undeva, ca mai bine taci daca adevarul o sa provoace doar suferinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dar stii ca se afla chestiile astea, si atunci cand adevarul va iesi la iveala toate celelalte vor parea doar minciuni. Si uite-ti morala. Acum am terminat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu chiar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E pe bune chestia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ce chestie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cum ce chestie? Ce vorbim noi aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aa... Pai,da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Si cum stii tu de ea din moment ce tipa nu vrea sa spuna nimanui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Uneori e mai usor sa spui unui strain decat celor apropiati. Strainii uita si merg mai departe. Uita si persoana, ce sa mai spun despre ce au vorbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Adica, tie ti-a spus asta o tipa pe care nici nu o cunosti si nu te cunoaste? Drept cine ma iei? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cum ai reactiona daca ti-as spune ca ai avut dreptate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Cum adica am avut dreptate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Adica... eu sunt fata din poveste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tu iti bati joc de mine?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Ce-mi ascunzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cum adica ce iti ascund? Tocmai ti-am spus cel mai mare secret al meu si tu ma iei cu ce imi ascunzi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Nu ridica tonul la mine. Tu mi-ai prezentat toata problema in forma tampeniei alaia, cu prietenul si nustiu ce. Intrebarea mea e, ce reprezinta cancerul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;L nu mai putea. Si-a plecat capul inabusindu-si lacrimile. Calma s-a ridicat de pe canapea si s-a indreptat inspre locul unde ii era aruncata geanta. Din ea a scos o mana de foi pe care i le-a intins lui A spunandu-i "&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cancerul e cancer.&lt;/span&gt; " Nici macar sa planga nu mai avea curajul. Vroia ca totul sa se termine acum, sa scape de reactia lui A cand isi va da seama ca totul e adevarat, sa scape de 6 luni de minciuni adresate parintilor ei, sa scape de chimo-terapie si alte tratamente dureroase care oricum nu o vor face bine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-237893200303332563?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/237893200303332563/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=237893200303332563' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/237893200303332563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/237893200303332563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/scenariul-6.html' title='Scenariul - 6'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4159205739532530743</id><published>2010-05-09T14:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:40:38.930+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Bancul zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-ae9bXhQZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/giNoaxQuJbw/s1600/House_M_D__Wallpaper_by_Azzurri107.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-ae9bXhQZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/giNoaxQuJbw/s320/House_M_D__Wallpaper_by_Azzurri107.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469233575643660690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O femeie batuta in ultimul hal intra la doctorul House.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce-ati patit, doamna? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nu stiu ce sa ma mai fac, domule doctor. De fiecare data cand sotul meu vine acasa baut, ma bate de ma rupe... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am un leac foarte bun pentru problema asta. Cand sotul vine acasa baut, luati imediat o cana de ceai de musetel si faceti gargara, o data, de doua ori, de trei ori, de patru ori...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sigur, domule doctor? Este suficient ceaiul? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Foarte sigur! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doua saptamani mai tarziu, femeia, aratand proaspat renascuta, se intoarce la doctorul House. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; A fost o idee stralucita, domule doctor. De fiecare data cand sotul meu venea acasa baut, eu faceam doar gargara cu ceai de musetel. Nu m-a atins niciodata in astea doua saptamani, este incredibil ! ! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Vezi, daca-ti tii gura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi place House, yaya ^^sursa: otna :*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4159205739532530743?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4159205739532530743/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4159205739532530743' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4159205739532530743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4159205739532530743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/bancul-zilei.html' title='Bancul zilei'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-ae9bXhQZI/AAAAAAAAAjE/giNoaxQuJbw/s72-c/House_M_D__Wallpaper_by_Azzurri107.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4632242731765641456</id><published>2010-05-09T11:14:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:28:06.958+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Atestat ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-ZxnNsYQpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-t0yFMW6jL8/s1600/canapea-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-ZxnNsYQpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-t0yFMW6jL8/s400/canapea-horz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469183715992683154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or funny games for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saptamana viitoare trebuie sa predau atestatul. De care m-am apucat abia joi:)) Tema proiectului e modelarea 3d a unei camere de apartament.  Trebuie sa includa parte teoretica si parte practica. Partea teoretica puteam sa o termin de mult, dar nu prea am stiut care trebuie sa fie structura proiectului si mi-am spus ca aia o fac repede asa ca o las la sfarsit. Partea practica nu prea stiam cu ce sa o fac. Eu imi instalasem mai demul 3d studio max, dar nu prea ma descurc cu el avand in vedere ca nu am mai lucrat cu el pana acum. Am lucrat inainte 2 ani pe autocad, dar nici la ala nu prea stiu ce ar trebui sa fac 3d, caci eu faceam doar desene 2d. Anul asta am lucrat la scoala pe Solid Works in 3d, faceam piese si tot felul de smecherii, dar nu m-am gandit niciodata ca as putea face mai multe pe el. Mi l-am instalat si cu putina dibacie si multa imaginatie am inceput sa fac camera:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De 2 zile nu ma mai dezlipesc de laptop. Tot fac canapele, veioze,tv, vaze si alte obiecte care ar putea sa fie in camera aia. E chiar distractiv, totdeauna mi-au placut chestiile astea. Cel mai greu e sa le asamblez si sa le tot modific dimensiunile sa se potriveasca cu celelalte. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inainte ma jucam sims, acum o sa ma joc solid works:)) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4632242731765641456?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4632242731765641456/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4632242731765641456' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4632242731765641456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4632242731765641456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/atestat.html' title='Atestat ?!'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-ZxnNsYQpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/-t0yFMW6jL8/s72-c/canapea-horz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8397650736588856800</id><published>2010-05-09T09:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:36:33.141+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariul'/><title type='text'>Scenariul - 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Trecem la partea a doua.Nu ii spune nimic deloc. Tine totul pentru ea. Partea buna e ca el nu stie, deci o sa petreaca alea 6 luni bucurandu-se de el exact cum e el. Partea rea in chestia asta, e ca el o sa sufere cand se fac alea 6 luni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De ce? Poate o sa fie prea enervat sa sufere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tu iei totul ca si cum tipa i-ar fi facut ceva tipului. Dar nu e chiar asa. Singurul lucru rau ar fi, o alta parte rea, faptul ca i-ar ascunde chestia aia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E chiar asa sigura ca o el o sa se comporte diferit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu e o chestie minora, pe care poti sa o ignori, cum fac eu cateodata... Ea s-a mai gandit sa se desparta de el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ca sa nu ii faca rau. Dar s-ar desparti de el tot fara sa ii spuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Asta ar fi o chestie imatura. Din moment ce au o relatie problemele ei devin si ale lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sau sa ii spuna doar inainte de alea 6 luni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Si tu cum crezi ca o sa reactioneze el, daca afla ca i-a ascuns asta? Oricum, ar putea afla de la altcineva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu stie nimeni altcineva. Nu vrea sa spuna nici parintilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;O sa ignore problema cum faci tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu... Oricum parintii sunt ultimii de care ar vrea ea sa afle. Prietenul e partenerul ei de viata si el e cea mai apropiata persoana din viata ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Pai atunci sa ii spuna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dar tu nu intelegi ca ea nu vrea sa il implice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mama... Ne invartm in cerc aici. Nu reusesc sa inteleg fara sa stiu care e problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Problema e cancer. Fata are cancer si moare in 3 luni. Ce ar trebui sa faca in legatura cu prietenul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- va urma(Astept sugestii de la voi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8397650736588856800?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8397650736588856800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8397650736588856800' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8397650736588856800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8397650736588856800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/scenariul-5.html' title='Scenariul - 5'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4342920588198862277</id><published>2010-05-07T19:56:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:27:16.036+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariul'/><title type='text'>Scenariul - 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Acum tragi de timp.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Nu trag de timp, mi-a venit inspiratia si vreau sa lucrez la asta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Bine, te cred. Pana faci tu ala da-mi te rog cartea de bio sa mai citesc ceva.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Vezi? Asta ar trebui sa faci, nu sa rezolvi scenarii tampite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Deja incepea sa o deranjeze ca A. nu intelege cat de important e pentru ei sa rezolve scenariul. Nu mai avea rabdare si vroia sa o faca cat mai curand ca sa stie ce are de facut, era intr-un mare impas si stia ca de data asta nu el o va scoate din problema, ci doar impreuna vor reusi sa faca ceva. Insa el parea sa amane tot mai mult. Stia ca daca il grabeste ori o sa se enerveze ori nu o sa ia in serios treaba, asa ca ii canta in coarne. Trebuia sa vina cu argumente mai solide. Dupa ce A s-a saturat sa lucreze la ce a inceput, s-a dus langa L, a pupat-o pe frunte si intrebat-o de problema. Luminata la fata si bucuroasa ca rabdarea ei a dat roade a inceput sa ii povesteasca&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;li&gt;E vorba de o fata care are o problema mare. Problema e irelevanta pentru inceput. Aceasta problema se va rezolva in 6 luni, fie in bine sau in rau. Dilema e daca sa ii spuna prietenului ei despre ea sau nu. Ei sunt impreuna de mult timp si au o relatie solida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Si aici imi ceri mie parerea?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aproximativ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Da, sa ii spuna.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;De ce te uiti asa dubios la mine? Stai, inca nu e gata, acum trebuie sa iti prezint factorii de risc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Care sunt aceia?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pai sa incepem cu ideea de a-i spune. Ea nu vrea sa ii spuna doarece crede ca el nu se va mai purta la fel cu ea. Iti spun mai tarziu, dupa ce afli problema fetei, cum o sa se comporte.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;M-ai inselat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ce??? NU! Ce ti-a venit?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Stii ce cred eu? Cred ca tu esti tipa din scenariu si ai facut ceva rau, nu stii cum sa imi spui sau ti-e frica sa imi spui.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nu am facut nimic rau! Nu mai insinua nimic de genul. Lasa-ma sa termin, pt ca mai sunt multe de spus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Bun, sa zicem ca te cred. Dar el tot ar vrea sa stie ce ii ascunde. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ideea e ca e o chestie care are legatura cu el doar pt ca el e o persoana din viata ei, la fel cum are si cu prietena ei cea mai buna. Insa ea il iubeste enorm si e obisnuita sa ii spuna totul, de aceea se gandeste sa ii spuna. Dar nu vrea ca altcineva sa afle, parintii, prietena cea mai buna, nimeni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;A omorat pe cineva? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nu pot sa iti spun inca. Desi e o chestie care se potriveste scenariului, nu e asta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Continua.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aa! Te-a prins interesul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Eu tot cred ca esti tu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of, incepi sa ma enervezi cu chestia asta. Ma duc sa beau un pahar cu apa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;Vezi ca mai e o ora pana la ultimul autobuz.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raman aici in seara asta. Nu plec pana nu terminam scenariul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;va urma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4342920588198862277?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4342920588198862277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4342920588198862277' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4342920588198862277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4342920588198862277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/scenariul-4.html' title='Scenariul - 4'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-6380663678006929068</id><published>2010-05-06T15:44:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:27:11.771+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leapsa'/><title type='text'>Premii</title><content type='html'>Am primit 3 premii de la o persoana deosebita, dulce-amaruie, exact pe gustul meu !  Sunt magulita ca s-a gandit la mine :"&gt; Thankies!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7O116JVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YTdUXTyAFdQ/s1600/award-fangtastic-blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7O116JVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YTdUXTyAFdQ/s200/award-fangtastic-blogger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468138761226954066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7KQ1h2SI/AAAAAAAAAiE/6xpiMBNbZQc/s1600/awesome-blogger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7KQ1h2SI/AAAAAAAAAiE/6xpiMBNbZQc/s200/awesome-blogger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468138682573773090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7GBoqB4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/DS_im57kPjE/s1600/sunshineblogaward1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7GBoqB4I/AAAAAAAAAh8/DS_im57kPjE/s200/sunshineblogaward1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468138609773774722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Premiile merg mai departe la &lt;a href="http://ordinary-stuff.com/"&gt;Alina&lt;/a&gt; (so "ordinary" and yet, so interesting ), &lt;a href="http://blog-feminin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog Feminin&lt;/a&gt; (pentru atatea sfaturi utile), &lt;a href="http://www.ciupy.ro/"&gt;Ciupy&lt;/a&gt;(pentru toate povestioarele cu talc) si &lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prelude in E minor&lt;/a&gt; (pentru blogul ei - un mic coltisor de arta)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-6380663678006929068?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/6380663678006929068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=6380663678006929068' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6380663678006929068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/6380663678006929068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/premii.html' title='Premii'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S-K7O116JVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/YTdUXTyAFdQ/s72-c/award-fangtastic-blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1058790780016124244</id><published>2010-05-06T13:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:52:10.660+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariul'/><title type='text'>Scenariul - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello. Ce faci frumoaso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Bine iubitule, uite am venit sa imi petrec dupa-masa cu tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Pai nu facem asta in fiecare zi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Ba da, dar azi o sa facem ceva mai special. Am gasit o chestie interesanta si as vrea sa ma ajuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Ce anume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pai e o povestioara, sa zic asa, un fel de problema si trebuie sa gasesc o cale de a o rezolva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E un scenariu si noi trebuie sa decidem sfarsitul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Si cu ce te ajuta asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E irelevant deocamdata cu ce ma ajuta. Dar stiu ca nu ii pot da singura de cap ca am nevoie de parerea noastra impreuna, pentru ca si in problema aia e vorba de un cuplu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Fugi mai de-aici. Ti-ai gasit si tu cu ce sa pierzi timpul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nu o iau ca o pierdere de timp. Din fiecare lucru inveti cate ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Da... Tu si din filme inveti cate ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Filmele sunt o distractie si romanele la fel in caz ca vroiai sa le mentionezi, fiecare om are o pasiune. Tu ai fotbal si poker, eu am blogul si cititul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Astea crezi ca sunt marile mele pasiuni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Nu. Astea sunt distractiile noastre care nu il implica si pe celalt. Dar am d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;eviat de la subiect. Vreau sa ma ajuti sa facem chestia aia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Si daca eu nu vreau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E important pentru mine... In fine, lasa, nici  nu trebuia sa te rog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Bine, hai nu te supara, o sa facem chestia asta mai tarziu, acum hai jos sa imi faci o cafea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;va urma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1058790780016124244?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1058790780016124244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1058790780016124244' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1058790780016124244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1058790780016124244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/scenariul-3.html' title='Scenariul - 3'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2029823007161086089</id><published>2010-05-05T14:36:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:44:40.179+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariul'/><title type='text'>Scenariul - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Stai, tu nu vorbesti serios, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Stii ca glumesc cu toate si ca nu cred in superstitii de genul" daca spui ti se intampla" dar acum te asigur ca nu glumesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ba da, tu iti bati joc de mine:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;As vrea asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tu esti o actrita buna, si stiu ca ai mai facut de astea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Crezi ca vrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;NU! Tu nu ai cancer, nu se poate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cum sa nu se poata? Sunt om, oamenii mai fac cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;OAMENII MAI FAC CANCER??? TU ESTI NEBUNA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Taci!! Mai incet! Poate te aude mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Aha! Deci nu ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tu esti prima careia i-am spus si vreau sa fi singura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tu, nu se poate sa ai cancer, uita-te la mine cate porcarii bag in mine si nu am nimic si tu care esti asa cuminte, nu iei nimic, nu bei, nu fumezi, ce naiba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu doar din astea se face cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cum poti fi asa chill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sunt chill pentru ca sunt impacata. Ti-am spus, nu mi-e frica de moarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dar..dar...dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu mai vreau sa stie nimeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cum sa nu ii spui la maica-ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cum sa ii spun? Cum sa ii distrug inima? Nici nu ai idee cat ar suferi. Si pe langa asta, daca acum se comporta asa ca mai am cateva luni de stat acasa ca apoi merg la faculta departe de ea, iti dai seama ce va face cand isi va da seama ca mai am 6 luni de trait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;6 LUNI???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nuu, tu nu se poate! TU NU AI CANCEER! Nu ai, esti doar proasta si ma iei la misto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey, calmeaza-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nu ma calmez, esti proasta, ai cancer doar pe creier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;S, calmeaza-te. O iei razna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nu ai cancer, Nu se poate, NU! NU! Cancer, nu!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Vazand ca nu o poate calma nicicum ca a inceput sa aiba un atac de panica, i-a dat o palma zdravana peste fata)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ce ai? Ai inceput dintr-odata sa te panichezi si sa vb lucruri. Radeam impreuna si dintr-odata tu incepi sa zbieri pe aici panicata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mi-ai spus ca ai cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ce? Nu ti-am spus asa ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ba da. De aia m-am panicat. Si de aia mi-ai dat o palma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Scuze pentru ea, promit sa nu te mai lovesc niciodata, dar m-am speriat, nu stiam ce sa fac ca erai in starea aia dintr-o data... Ce ai luat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ce? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ce ai luat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Azi nimic. Adica... Am luat de dimineata ceva, dar i-a trecut efectul pana acum si nu au efect halucinogen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tocmai efectul ala l-a avut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Nu au efectul ala! Si nu dureaza atata timp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dintr-odata s-a dechis usa si a iesit mama lui L care le-a spus fetelor ca fac mult galagie si ca e cazul sa se dea stingere. Fetele s-au dus in pat fiecare in lumea ei. Amandoua erau ingrijorate de cate a auzit mama lui L. Dar asta era cea mai mica dintre problemele lor. S se gandea daca chiar s-a tripat si de ce si incepea sa isi faca griji, sau daca totul e adevarat. Si L era tensionata, era mahnita pe ea ca a mintit-o si a lovit-o pe S dar la cum a reactionat la veste nu avea alta sansa decat sa o anuleze si aia a fost singura metoda, de asemenea ii parea foarte rau ca trebuie sa o minta. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;va urma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2029823007161086089?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2029823007161086089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2029823007161086089' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2029823007161086089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2029823007161086089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/scenariul-2.html' title='Scenariul - 2'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-3544571023492877574</id><published>2010-05-04T21:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:15:36.638+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Camuflaj - In jurul lumii</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCKmbbsJscc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/fCKmbbsJscc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E draguta piesa. Nu e extraordinara dar e draguta:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tipa care canta e fiica profesoarei mele de masurari tehnice, are voce super.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-3544571023492877574?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/3544571023492877574/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=3544571023492877574' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3544571023492877574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/3544571023492877574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/camuflaj-in-jurul-lumii.html' title='Camuflaj - In jurul lumii'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1947431403772940607</id><published>2010-05-04T13:22:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:43:59.500+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenariul'/><title type='text'>Scenariul - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;Inca o seara petrecuta impreuna. Se bucura asa de mult de prezenta ei incat era euforica. Fericita pentru prima data de cand a aflat diagnosticul. Au inceput sa se vada mult mai des. Chiar daca des insemna o data pe saptamana, pentru ea era nemaipomenit avand in vedere ca au fost perioade in care nu s-au vazut de 3,4 luni. Treptat ea a devenit cea mai buna prietena a ei. Desi considera ca e plina  de defecte, ea nu vroia pentru nimic in lume sa o piarda. A acceptat-o asa cum este in speranta ca odata o sa se schimbe. Singurul lucru pe care vroia sa il schimbe cat mai curand la ea era neincrederea ei in ea insasi. Ii venea sa o ia la palme cand vedea cat se subestimeaza. In rest o iubea. Ii placea de ea ingrozitor, caci atunci cand era cu ea era mai calma, mai cuminte. Si-a dat seama ca doar 2 persoane pot sa o controleze in felul asta fara nici un fel de presiune. S si A.&lt;br /&gt;Acum stateau pe scarile din fata casei, mangaiau pisica si povesteau de toate. Au inceput sa imite tot felul de personaje si sa se amuze pe seama oricarui lucru. La un momentdat faceau misto de toate lucrurile rele care ar putea sa le se intample.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;As putea sa fiu prostituata si sa ma bata pestele.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nu te-as bate stai linistita.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hahaha=)), o sa imi cada parul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O sa ma ard pe picioare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Vai picioarele tale frumoase, asta e lucru rau si pt mine:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hahaa! Am cancer.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;=)) Asta e buna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Randul tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Am spus deja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;va urma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1947431403772940607?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1947431403772940607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1947431403772940607' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1947431403772940607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1947431403772940607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/scenariul-1.html' title='Scenariul - 1'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-7049400502949036223</id><published>2010-05-03T20:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:30:09.230+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Prietenele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S98PC6dgEdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hkpSmV5PhGQ/s1600/S6300126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S98PC6dgEdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hkpSmV5PhGQ/s320/S6300126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467105015378219474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prietenele sunt cea mai mare comoara pe care o are o fata. Ele te fac sa zambesti cand esti trista, sa te mobilizezi cand esti obosita, sa muti muntii cu mintea. Alaturi de ele nu imbatranesti niciodata. Prietenele nu te vor face imatura daca vei face ceva de-a dreptul stupid, prietenele nu se vor supara pe tine daca ai iesit cu alta fata,prietenele nu te vor critica ca dai prea multi bani pe carpe, ele te vor indemna sa dai multi bani pe carpe si vor face sa para totul asa de distractiv incat nu iti vei da seama de gaura din portofel abia dupa cateva zile:)) &lt;br /&gt;Cum spunea Nichita Stanescu, a avea un prieten e mai vital decat a avea un inger. Ele te pazesc si eu grija de tine. Apoi ele fac prostii ca sa ai si tu grija de ele si sa vezi cum e ca sa nu mai faci tu prosti. Prietenele stiu totul despre tine si inca te plac, inca sunt langa tine. &lt;br /&gt;Prietenele te asculta, te inteleg, te alina, iti intind o mana atunci cand esti in impas sau iti ofera un umar pe care sa plangi.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenele sunt cele care iti stiu cele mai intime ganduri. Cele care vin si la 12 noaptea daca le chemi. Care te iubesc neconditionat. Care stau langa tine cand esti bolnava.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenele sunt cele care te critica atunci cand gresesti. &lt;br /&gt;Care e mandra de tine atunci cand stii si tu ca meriti.&lt;br /&gt;Cu care poti sa vorbesti ore intregi la telefon fara sa te plictisesti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-7049400502949036223?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/7049400502949036223/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=7049400502949036223' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7049400502949036223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/7049400502949036223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/05/prietenele.html' title='Prietenele'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S98PC6dgEdI/AAAAAAAAAg0/hkpSmV5PhGQ/s72-c/S6300126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-8883237915762792649</id><published>2010-04-29T14:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:30:09.230+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Tiganii tot tigani raman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S9l0Yp_OcAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/EV_ZSUza55Q/s1600/tigani_thumb31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S9l0Yp_OcAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/EV_ZSUza55Q/s320/tigani_thumb31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465527589727531010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibil domnle. Incredibil cat tupeu pot sa aiba unii.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca sustineam sus si tare ca tiganii pot fi si onesti, degeaba eram eu convinsa sa nu ascult de nimeni cand spun ca tiganii sunt tigani si nu rromi cum se autointituleaza, caci pana nu am patit ceva pe pielea mea nu mi-am schimbat parerea. &lt;br /&gt;Asa revoltata cum am fost azi nu am mai fost demult.Mai aveam putin si saream la bataie. Nu o sa povestesc intamplarea ca nu are rost sa intru in detalii.&lt;br /&gt;Tiganii sunt tigani, fura, scuipa, injura si isi bat joc. Tiganii nu sunt romani! Acum puteti sa sariti toti cu gura pe mine, ca sunt rasista ca nu stiu ce,pentru ca nu aveti dreptate, si daca ati avea nu imi pasa. Daca nu aveam un motiv sa spun fiu asa, nu eram. Chiar am scris un &lt;a href="http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/01/catalogari.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; in care mentionam ca facem catalogari si discriminari printre care i-am enumerat si pe ei, dar, ei nu sunt o discriminare, ei nu sunt oameni judecati dupa culoarea pileii ca sa fie rasism sau discriminare, sunt judecati dupa comportament! &lt;br /&gt;Si din nou am ajuns la ce a spus A. Nu-i asa ca oconomiseam timp si energie daca il luam in seama de la inceput stiind chestia ca el tot timpul are dreptate? EH, dar nu... eu trebuie sa ma bat cu capul de grinda de sus. Asa, poate intr-o zi ma voi trezi cu un cucui cat casa pentru ca nu am ascultat. Incapatanarea asta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-8883237915762792649?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/8883237915762792649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=8883237915762792649' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8883237915762792649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/8883237915762792649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/tiganii-tot-tigani-raman.html' title='Tiganii tot tigani raman!'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S9l0Yp_OcAI/AAAAAAAAAgU/EV_ZSUza55Q/s72-c/tigani_thumb31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-2746878278471277655</id><published>2010-04-24T09:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:30:55.087+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Things to sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S8xfp1HBd6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/qQ7r_X6NVF0/s1600/0850bca2ba93eb4eea88ffadeda1ea9f0bd80924_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S8xfp1HBd6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/qQ7r_X6NVF0/s320/0850bca2ba93eb4eea88ffadeda1ea9f0bd80924_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461845620329379746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam azi cate lucruri as fi dispusa sa fac pentru a obtine ceva ce imi doresc sau pentru a-mi indeplini un tel. &lt;br /&gt;In orice caz stiu ca pentru un lucru care la inceput a fost un moft am facut destul de multe, si apoi a fost faptul ca am facut asa multe nu m-a lasat sa renunt la acel lucru si acum imi pare bine ca s-a intamplat asa. Uneori am impresia ca am facut prea multe, si am lasat/ renuntat la multe, dar daca nu as fi facut sacrificiile alea, oare mai continuam in ceva in care nu am investit efort, daca nu imi placea? Si atunci, of cat regretam acum...&lt;br /&gt;Cand vreau ceva, tind sa merg pana la capat pentru a-l obtine. Sunt prea ambitioasa cateodata. Pentru ca uneori am tendinta sa nu analizez ce anume las in urma, ce anume sacrific, gandindu-ma doar la castig. E vorba aia "nu castigi nimic fara sa pierzi ceva", pentru cei care se lasa descurajati ca poate vor pierde prea mult pana sa castige ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi ar trebui sa fiu mai atenta cand e vorba de sacrificii, pentru ca ai tarziu s-ar putea sa nu mai merit lucrul pentru care am facut atatea, tocmai din cauza a ceea ce am ajuns facandu-le. Ce ironie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-2746878278471277655?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/2746878278471277655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=2746878278471277655' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2746878278471277655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/2746878278471277655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-to-sacrifice.html' title='Things to sacrifice'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S8xfp1HBd6I/AAAAAAAAAf8/qQ7r_X6NVF0/s72-c/0850bca2ba93eb4eea88ffadeda1ea9f0bd80924_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-1566193381442061226</id><published>2010-04-20T19:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:37:29.393+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S83e09a59lI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rPO4HPHnn3Q/s1600/301_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S83e09a59lI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rPO4HPHnn3Q/s200/301_1373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462266924492256850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mi-e frica sa nu pateasca ceva. Sunt mai speriata pt ea decat as fi pentru viata mea dca as fi fost in locul ei. E o persoana foarte importanta pentru mine si nu as vrea sa o pierd. Cu toate ca exista acele certuri groaznice in care arat opusul, nu as vrea ca ea sa dispara din viata mea. Nimic nu ar mai fi la fel fara ea. Ea a fost mereu langa mine, fie si doar cu un sfat si as vrea sa fie asa in continuare.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc, mami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-1566193381442061226?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/1566193381442061226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=1566193381442061226' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1566193381442061226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/1566193381442061226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S83e09a59lI/AAAAAAAAAgM/rPO4HPHnn3Q/s72-c/301_1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837127155126507139.post-4861364445778150145</id><published>2010-04-17T17:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:30:55.088+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deductions'/><title type='text'>Everyone Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S8nG1eeOwFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fmwgsOJvpA0/s1600/947b2e1c0e01255d8f8ff5295834c0a4d808e0b6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S8nG1eeOwFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fmwgsOJvpA0/s320/947b2e1c0e01255d8f8ff5295834c0a4d808e0b6_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114645178662994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am uitat ieri la un episod in Chuck in care tot era repetata replica asta. Nu se traduce drept toata lumea vorbeste, ci mai degraba toata lumea are un punct slab si atunci ciripeste.&lt;br /&gt;Punctele slabe sunt atuul cel mai mare al aceluia care le gaseste sau isi da seama de ele. Faptul ca o persoana stie ce sa spuna si cand sa spuna inseamna ca are putin habar despre care ar putea fi punctul slab al celeilalte persoane. &lt;br /&gt;Nu ma laud cu faptul ca pot sa gasesc punctul slab al fiecarei persoane, nici nu m-ar interesa asa ceva (deocamdata), dar ma pricep sa gasesc momentul in care pot vorbi cu ei despre un lucru pentru a obtine ce vreau. De cand am descoperit chestia asta lucrurile au mers cam cum am vrut eu. Mici chestii dar care mi-au dat satisfactii mari. Am calatorit cu avionul. Am ajuns si in Spania. Am fost la mare cu prietenul. Chestii care nu mi-au iesit asa cu una cu doua. E un fel de manipulare. Dar chiar si asa daca merge exact cum vreau eu asa ca de ce sa ma opresc atata timp cat nu fac rau nimanui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837127155126507139-4861364445778150145?l=unpetitenfant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/feeds/4861364445778150145/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8837127155126507139&amp;postID=4861364445778150145' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4861364445778150145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837127155126507139/posts/default/4861364445778150145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpetitenfant.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-talks.html' title='Everyone Talks'/><author><name>Linn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05213499200210227387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S_ViGhW3FMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/XzmNthvQf-A/S220/DSCribo+(242).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wOzBo9GTvLo/S8nG1eeOwFI/AAAAAAAAAf0/fmwgsOJvpA0/s72-c/947b2e1c0e01255d8f8ff5295834c0a4d808e0b6_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
