<?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-8400130965552876206</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:54:48.348+02:00</updated><category term='Dinamo'/><category term='borcea'/><category term='Nebunia Furtunii'/><category term='Non-erezii...Teatru'/><category term='pch'/><category term='Non-erezii... Patrick Swayze'/><category term='Non-erezii... grecia vacanta'/><category term='Non-erezii... retrospectiva 2009'/><category term='Non-erezii... vis'/><category term='animale'/><category term='meci'/><category term='stadion'/><category term='Non-erezii... Moldova'/><category term='Non-erezii...'/><category term='badea'/><category term='Filme'/><category term='protest'/><category term='KaTaNa'/><category term='Nazdravaniile lui Hyperion'/><category term='deplasare'/><category term='Derby'/><category term='Erezii...'/><category term='Steaua'/><category term='mall'/><category term='leapsa'/><category term='Muzica'/><category term='underground'/><category term='turcu'/><category term='al pacino'/><category term='rap'/><category term='Non-erezii... the killers music brandon flowers'/><category term='Facultate'/><title type='text'>Dance Me To The End Of Love...</title><subtitle type='html'>Un blog de electronista</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-5130601056734592431</id><published>2011-04-13T11:53:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:29:05.394+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Sfarsit de drum (partea a3a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Kfwywtk8g/TaV6eteR5rI/AAAAAAAAAIk/S3WuPJcf_vs/s1600/bora-bora-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Kfwywtk8g/TaV6eteR5rI/AAAAAAAAAIk/S3WuPJcf_vs/s200/bora-bora-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595012780098971314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a href="http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/05/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-2a.html"&gt;(continuare partea a 2a)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statea intinsa in pat si citea dintr-un caiet vechi. Foile erau aproape galbene, iar scrisul, fiind de creion, se vedea din ce in ce mai prost. Dadu peste un desen ciudat pe care incerca sa-l descifreze. Era un fel de incapere inchisa de forma aproape rotunda. Se concentra sa inteleaga ce scrie in josul desenului cand fu intrerupta de soneria telefonului. Nu cunostea numarul. Raspunse cu vocea ei specifica apelurilor a caror autor este necunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;               - Uhmmm ... alo? ... Aaa, buna! ... Da, sunt in Orasel. ... Normal! ... Ok, ma schimb si vin. ... Da, in jumatate de ora e perfect. ... Asta e noul tau numar? ... Ok. Pai ne vedem acolo. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;      Era culmea! O singura persoana mai cunostea din vechiul Orasel, iar acea persoana o vazuse dimineata in gara. Era o prietena din copilarie cu care obisnuia sa se joace in fata blocului. Au ramas prietene si dupa ce destinul le-a oferit drumuri separate in viata. N-o mai vazuse de mult timp si de aceea a acceptat sa iasa in oras. Ca altfel ar fi ramas in casa. Venise in Orasel pentru o saptamana de liniste si odihna. Inchise caietul si-l puse la loc pe raft. Observa stratul gros de praf ce era prezent in toata camera. Nu-i venea sa creada cat timp trecuse de cand nu mai venise aici.&lt;br /&gt;      Se plimba cu prietena ei prin tot Oraselul. Nu se schimba foarte mult, doar ca erau anumite aspecte pe care le uitase. Era un aer trist si din ce in ce mai rece. Se simtea venirea iernii. Se oprisera intr-un final la o cafenea unde isi povestira una alteia ce s-a mai intamplat in vietile lor. Familie, copii, iubiti, amanti, facultate, servici etc. Timpul trecu fara sa-si dea seama. Deja era noapte, iar ea bause prea multe cafele. Dar se simtea bine. Avea foarte multa energie, fapt pentru care vorbea repede si mult. Prietena ei o asculta cu interes, pentru ca povestea intamplari frumoase. Tot ce era urat se inchisese in mintea si sufletul ei si incerca sa faca sa nu se vada asta.&lt;br /&gt;               Insa, seara lua sfarsit, iar ea se intoarse in micul apartament. Fizic, se simtea obosita, dar nu ii era somn. Se schimba in pijamale si se baga in pat. Nu trecu mult timp si incepu sa planga. Isi aduse aminte de saptamanile trecute. Saptamani pe care vroia sa le uite pe veci ...&lt;br /&gt;               Dupa ce muncise toata vara pentru ca firma la care lucra era intr-o situatie critica si nu putuse sa-i ofere un concediu, intr-un final primi o saptamana libera. Dupa atata truda, se gandea ca merita o vacanta intr-un loc exotic. Vorbise cu iubitul ei, iar el ii propuse sa mearga intr-un loc de vis, pe o insula. El se oferi sa plateasca intreaga vacanta. Au urmat niste zile si nopti de vis. Stateau intr-un bungalow deasupra oceanului. Dimineata, cand coborau in apa, pisici de mare si delfini ii intampinau. Soarele era de o blandete incredibila. Se indragostise de aceasta insula. Era vacanta vietii ei. Se hranea cu fructe exotice proaspete, purta orhidee in par, se juca cu delfinii, facea scufundari si admira minunata fauna de sub ape. Primele zile au fost ca-n Eden. Iar apoi au venit clipele cele mai groaznice din viata ei ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-5130601056734592431?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/5130601056734592431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=5130601056734592431' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5130601056734592431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5130601056734592431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2011/04/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-a3a.html' title='Sfarsit de drum (partea a3a)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Kfwywtk8g/TaV6eteR5rI/AAAAAAAAAIk/S3WuPJcf_vs/s72-c/bora-bora-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4046199002774974331</id><published>2011-04-11T16:17:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:02:02.502+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animale'/><title type='text'>Animalute - micute - dragute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwx8Z3PNhe0/TaMJyxIi8PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v8qCtVYPw40/s1600/porcusor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwx8Z3PNhe0/TaMJyxIi8PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v8qCtVYPw40/s320/porcusor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594325929911578866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Am strans cu grija niste filmulete de pe youtube pe care vreau sa vi le arat si voua. Aproape toate-s cu baby animals. Insa, dupa vizualizarea a zecilor de filmuletele am ajuns la trista concluzie ca oamenilor nu le pasa ca unele animale sunt pe cale de disparitie si este ilegal sa le cresti in casa. E adevarat, sunt extrem de dragute, dar unele din ele ar trebui lasate in mediul lor natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      M-am axat mai mult pe animale exotice si mai putin pe cele domestice (banuiesc ca toti ati vazut minim 3 filmulete cu un catel dragut, nu-i asa?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loris&lt;/span&gt; (Slow Loris) - mamifer pe cale de disparitie ce traieste in sud-estul Asiei. Pe langa faptul ca este ilegala cresterea lui in captivitate, este si un animal periculos. Coatele lui secreta o substanta otravitoare. De obicei, lorisul o amesteca cu saliva, muscatura lui devenind toxica. Cu toate astea, mi se pare un animal adorabil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/g9f-6jygRJk" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 vidre adorabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/epUk3T2Kfno" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puiuti de urs panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j4dMnAPZu70" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un adorabil ursulet polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cWB-AvM-u04" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ratoni&lt;/span&gt; - pana sa vad acest video nu intelegeam de ce tin oamenii ratoni in casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2nsq0GNZGYQ" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PK2rs2-CrMg" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmBGTNoJRpg/TaMF5UbDBGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9Bi5m9L41wc/s1600/162656_180601681960557_100000321808146_472387_2511081_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmBGTNoJRpg/TaMF5UbDBGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9Bi5m9L41wc/s320/162656_180601681960557_100000321808146_472387_2511081_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594321644417123426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XIhA-hMsuGQ" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iepurasi &lt;/span&gt;- cele mai adorabile animale din lume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TtbrLIwKWWA" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lwM92P8aT64" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LEcYkZhlVlc" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Atentie! Urmeaza cel mai "awwww" video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wSFB2ytWJLQ" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinguini&lt;/span&gt; - cine nu si-ar dori asa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_1OGGPP-mT8" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maimutele &lt;/span&gt;- cati nu ne-am dorit un baby monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n12K2d2qVHc" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/23-BLa-kkTc" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sbFwaWW50NE" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nhh8sYltgXE" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Cam toate animalele de mai sus as vrea sa le am prin casa. Si nu numai. Mi-ar placea si-un pui de tigru, un puiut de elefant, niste veverite canadiene, dihori, koala, sconcsi, lemuri, foci, delfini etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;      Pe final va las cu inca 2 filmulete adorabile. O pisica jucandu-se cu niste delfini si un soricel genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rynvewVe21Y" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wRE4KCPKXhs" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-4046199002774974331?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4046199002774974331/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4046199002774974331' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4046199002774974331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4046199002774974331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2011/04/animalute-micute-dragute.html' title='Animalute - micute - dragute'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zwx8Z3PNhe0/TaMJyxIi8PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/v8qCtVYPw40/s72-c/porcusor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4167185131137963541</id><published>2010-08-25T00:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:50:03.975+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KaTaNa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Versurile KaTaNa = Biblia ce-mi indruma pasii in viata</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;     Am o stare nasoala. Nu stiu de ce. Probabil pentru ca am constatat ca o anumita persoana nu e chiar asa cum o vedeam eu. Nu-mi plac dezamagirile. Cu toate astea nu stiu cum de nu mi-am dat seama pana acum cum sta treaba. In fine ... mergem mai departe. E posibil ca starea mea sa fie influentata si de un gand care si-a facut loc in mintea mea si care-mi spune ca e posibil s-o dau in bara in sesiunea de restante. Noroc ca am &lt;em&gt;medicamentul &lt;/em&gt;potrivit pentru astfel de situatii. Asta e:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/crys4u2day/9a6fd663720cfb.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=272&amp;amp;titluEmbed=KaTaNa%20-%20Alter%20Ego"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/crys4u2day/9a6fd663720cfb.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=272&amp;amp;titluEmbed=KaTaNa%20-%20Alter%20Ego"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Melodia asta m-a salvat de multe ori de la depresii si uneori si de la chestii mai grave. Nu mi-au trecut prin minte ganduri de sinucidere, dar au fost momente cand mai aveam doar un pas pana sa aflu calea rezolvarii tuturor problemelor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     De formatia KaTaNa am aflat intamplator. Vizionam un filmulet pe youtube in care erau niste poze cu Peluza SUD si pe fundal o melodie foarte tare. Asa am aflat ca melodia se numea 'Violenta' si ca era cantata de KaTaNa si Tri Kroize. Pana atunci nu mai auzisem de formatia asta. Mai ascultasem rap pana atunci, chiar si underground, dar KaTaNa nu-mi zicea nimic. Google m-a condus catre site-ul lor de unde am putut descarca gratis toata discografia. Si acum urmeaza partea dificila ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Cu limbajul meu de lemn nu pot exprima in cuvinte ce au ajuns sa insemne pentru mine versurile de la KaTaNa. Au baietii astia niste versuri absolut geniale. Am observat ca nici parintii, nici prietenii si nici viata nu m-au invatat pana acum atatea lucruri pe care le-am invatat ascultand melodiile lor. M-au invatat sa fiu mandra de tara mea, sa iau atitudine atunci cand e cazul si sa nu ma fac ca nu vad nedreptatile care se fac, ca te poti distra si fara sa consumi droguri si ca intradevar &lt;em&gt;"printre aburi de alcool nu gasim eroi".  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;    'Mentes Occultae', albumul lui No Mo' (unul din componentii trupei KaTaNa si cel care scrie versurile) este un album cu niste piese un pic mai weird. Am observat ca daca asculti o piesa, sau doua e posibil sa intri un pic in depresie sau sa te apuce anumite ganduri. Cel mai bine e sa asculti albumul integral, cap-coada si te asigur ca dupa ce ai ascultat "Exitus" esti alt om. In 'Praefatio' No Mo' spune: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vin din intuneric cu idei neintelese&lt;br /&gt;Poate-ai sa percepi simbolistica din  piese. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Eh ... aici a fost o problema. Niciodata nu m-am priceput sa interpretez versuri. Asa ca dupa ce am ascultat de cateva ori albumul am inceput sa-mi schitez in minte cam ce a vrut baiatu' asta sa spuna. Bine, e adevarat ca nici acum nu sunt sigura ca am descifrat toate metaforele. Si desigur, tot au mai ramas doua melodii pe care nu reusesc sa inteleg. Una din ele e 'De Amore':&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rnl/d3ede97658ac1a.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=115&amp;amp;titluEmbed=05%20%20Pars%20Atra%20-%20De%20amore"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rnl/d3ede97658ac1a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=115&amp;amp;titluEmbed=05%20%20Pars%20Atra%20-%20De%20amore"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Inteleg ca e vorba de o iubire, dar chiar nu ma prind despre ce fel de iubire e vorba. M-am gandit de multe ori la semnificatia versurilor:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lui Cupidon ii curg bale&lt;br /&gt;Are ganduri canibale&lt;br /&gt;O sa vezi cum iese abur din  matele tale."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Bai, stiu, suna ciudat, da' e ceva profund de fapt. Si e atat de profund ca eu nu pot sa ajung la intelesul cuvintelor. In fine... O alta melodie care mi se pare extraordinara e 'Colligatum':&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rnl/fd70d6059a079d.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=185&amp;amp;titluEmbed=09%20%20Pars%20Atra%20-%20Colligatum"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/rnl/fd70d6059a079d.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=185&amp;amp;titluEmbed=09%20%20Pars%20Atra%20-%20Colligatum"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Melodia asta contine exact, dar EXACT cum imi imaginam sunetul mortii. E uimitor! Si chiar daca pare ciudat, dar melodia asta alaturi de 'Alter Ego' te ajuta sa mergi mai departe cand ai anumtie piedici in viata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Desigur, au si melodii ceva mai vesele. De fapt, nu vesele, ci care exprima si alte stari. Nu pot spune ca melodiile de mai sus sunt triste pentru ca nu e asa. Pur si simplu prezinta viata de zi cu zi dintr-un alt punct de vedere. De exemplu, cand merg pe strada si ascult in casti 'Hajime' nu mai pot sa merg normal, ci in ritmul melodiei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/trupakatana/f89ee2f11d9fcd.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=327&amp;amp;titluEmbed=KaTaNa%20-%20Hajime"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/trupakatana/f89ee2f11d9fcd.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=327&amp;amp;titluEmbed=KaTaNa%20-%20Hajime"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Hai ca v-am facut si putina educatie muzicala. Asta e site-ul baietilor de la KaTaNa: http://www.trupakatana.com/ pe care vi-l recomand cu caldura. Nu tre' sa fii un fan al acestui gen de muzical ca sa asculti piesele lor. Nici pe mine nu ma reprezinta muzica rap. Si cu toate astea ma regasesc in multe melodii... La final va las cu o piesa care mie imi place foarte mult!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/speedo_kiddo/369d7399f0b4ba.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=352&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Katana-Ronin%20feat.%20Maerry%28KST%29remix"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/speedo_kiddo/369d7399f0b4ba.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=352&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Katana-Ronin%20feat.%20Maerry%28KST%29remix"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&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/8400130965552876206-4167185131137963541?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4167185131137963541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4167185131137963541' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4167185131137963541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4167185131137963541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/08/versurile-katana-biblia-ce-mi-indruma.html' title='Versurile KaTaNa = Biblia ce-mi indruma pasii in viata'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-8797699458270809279</id><published>2010-08-24T15:01:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:51:29.543+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deplasare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stadion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamo'/><title type='text'>Cand dimineata soarele rasare, toti vagabonzii se-ntorc din deplasare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/THO-kq1rwII/AAAAAAAAAHs/-rVuVfRPOBE/s1600/IMG_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/THO-kq1rwII/AAAAAAAAAHs/-rVuVfRPOBE/s320/IMG_2463.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508956306388271234" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;    N-am mai scris demult pe blog. Probabil pentru ca am avut prea mult timp liber. Acum mai am o saptamana pana la restante si &lt;em&gt;cacalau &lt;/em&gt;de invatat. Asa ca am zis ca e o ocazie buna sa-mi ocup timpul scriind aici. Am realizat ca n-am scris niciodata despre cele mai frumoase chestii din viata mea. Deplasarile cu Dinamo. Asa ca acest post il voi dedica peripetiilor din alte orase cu echipe in Liga 1.&lt;p&gt;     Se zice ca nu esti suporter adevarat daca n-ai mers macar intr-o deplasare. Pana acum am fost in 6. Peste 3 saptamani vor fi 7. Si sper ca peste cativa ani sa fie atat de multe incat sa nu le mai stiu numarul. Am dat de gustul deplasarilor anul trecut, pe 1 noiembrie, cand fara sa stie nimeni din familie m-am suit alaturi de galerie in trenul spre Iasi. Mi-a placut foarte mult si mi-am promis sa repet experienta. Zis si facut. Au urmat deplasarile la Pitesti, Cluj, Galati, Tirgu Jiu si ultima la Tirgu Mures. Experiente diferite in fiecare oras. Nu stiu sa zic care mi-a placut cel mai mult. Pot doar sa constat ca cea mai obositoare a fost cea de la Cluj, cea mai palpitanta la Tirgu Jiu, iar cea mai &lt;em&gt;sentimentala &lt;/em&gt;la Tirgu Mures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Poate ca sentimentala e mult spus, dar am simtit altfel toata deplasarea. Am spus ce aveam pe suflet referitor la anumite intamplari petrecute cu 2 saptamani inainte la Tirgu Jiu si am fost foarte suprinsa sa vad ca m-au sustinut persoane la care nu ma asteptam. La meci a fost foarte cald, fiind la ora 18 si nici un nor pe cer. Asa ca la pauza &lt;em&gt;m-am vandut &lt;/em&gt;si m-am dus intr-un loc unde era umbra. Umbra si o alta grupare. Apoi ne-au dus cu duba la gara (ceea ce mi s-a parut incredibil de interesant) si s-au cantat vreo 2 cantece de la SUD. Si asa m-au napadit amintirile de cand obisnuiam sa-mi sustin echipa de la Peluza SUD. Acolo am vazut primele meciuri pe stadion si au fost niste momente pe care n-as putea sa le uit prea usor. Cum ar fi primul meci, care intamplator a fost &lt;em&gt;derby-ul &lt;/em&gt;cu Rapid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/THO5T4G3UlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fBGOGrBx1ks/s400/gallery_179_303150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508950520334078546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/THO5lWK3W1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/DXhnxdfxEWY/s400/IMGP0555_001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508950820461697874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Am putin timp de cand vin pe stadion si chiar si mai putin de cand vin in PCH, dar m-am atasat mult de peluza. Am gasit in sfarsit un loc in care ma regasesc, in care sunt EU. Si as vrea sa fac mai multe, sa ma implic mai mult. Pacat ca nu e acum momentul. Dar ma simt capabila sa vopsesc un mesaj, sa ajut la confectionarea unei coregrafii, sa vin cu idei noi etc. Momentan nu prea ma ia nimeni in seama. Dar astept. La urma urmei, nici eu nu m-as complica sa introduc mai mult in peluza o fata. Fetele sa stea la tribuna a 2a. Da, asta e deviza mea. Pe de-o parte. Pe de alta parte, vreau sa demonstrez ca fata fiind, pot face pentru peluza ceea ce poate face si un baiat. In tren, am glumit putin pe tema asta si ziceam de-o interventie sau captura. Se pare ca unii nu s-au prins ca era o gluma si probabil ca in mintea lor era ceva de genu': "Doamne ... uite-o si pe asta!". Sper ca intr-un final sa-si fi dat seama ca n-am de cand sa bat spurcati la Diham si ca momentan ma limitez doar la incercarea de a introduce mesaje pe stadion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Imi place mentalitatea celor cu care obisnuiesc sa stau la meciuri. Imi place pentru ca se potriveste cu mentalitatea mea. Si daca incep sa fac ceva, vreau sa duc pana la capat acel lucru. Asa ca la meciul cu Rapid, oricare ar fi fost scorul, oricum as fi parasit si eu peluza la pauza in semn de protest. Nu ma deranjeaza sa bat atatia kilometri doar pentru a ajunge la un meci in care sa cant impotriva conducerii. Nu ma deranjeaza sa pierd o noapte chinuindu-ma sa dorm intr-un tren pentru ca stiu ca o fac pentru DINAMO. Iar Dinamo inseamna traditie si culori. Dinamo inseamna Catalin Hildan. Nu mercenarii care sunt acum la echipa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uneori ma intreb&lt;br /&gt;Daca ce fac e bine&lt;br /&gt;Daca se merita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa iti dau viata tie&lt;br /&gt;Daca e de ajuns  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-am facut pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Dar raspunsul vine&lt;br /&gt;"Esti totul pentru mine!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8400130965552876206-8797699458270809279?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/8797699458270809279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=8797699458270809279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/8797699458270809279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/8797699458270809279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/08/cand-dimineata-soarele-rasare-toti.html' title='Cand dimineata soarele rasare, toti vagabonzii se-ntorc din deplasare'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/THO-kq1rwII/AAAAAAAAAHs/-rVuVfRPOBE/s72-c/IMG_2463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-9033835556054701685</id><published>2010-06-19T23:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:53:58.020+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Stii de ce imi pare rau?</title><content type='html'>Ca nu gasesc cuvant sa rimeze cu numele tau ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-9033835556054701685?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/9033835556054701685/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=9033835556054701685' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/9033835556054701685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/9033835556054701685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/06/stii-de-ce-imi-pare-rau.html' title='Stii de ce imi pare rau?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4221011413859548905</id><published>2010-05-19T17:52:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:30:37.733+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Sfarsit de drum (partea a 2a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-i.html"&gt;(continuare partea 1 ...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;          Trenul strabatea o campie uscata si pustie. Aceleasi zgomote sacadate se repetau in intervale egale de timp. Parca era ritmul unei melodii comerciale, in genul celor ascultate de tinerii cotidieni. Peisajul era desolant. Ii amintea de "Ciulinii Baraganului". Ce nuvela trista ... Inca ii era frig. Nu se astepta ca in tren sa nu fie caldura. Avea umerii acoperiti de haina lui de un negru profund. Privea pe geam si parca vedea deja ciulinii rostogolindu-se neputinciosi in fata crivatului. Linistea se lasase de cateva zeci de minute, iar in compartiment erau doar ei 2. Mereu cand pleca spre Orasel, ea devenea melancolica, iar el, observand ca nu prea are chef de vorba, nu incerca sa o scoata din acea stare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Hai sa fugarim ciulinii! izbucni ea deodata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Poftim?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - E dintr-o carte ... Imi cer scuze. Nu stiu ce mi-a venit sa zic asta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          Surase. Fara sa spuna nimic ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          "Grozav, acum probabil crede ca n-am toate tiglele pe casa!". Incerca rapid sa gaseasca un subiect de discutie, ca sa salveze situatia penibila de mai devreme.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Ai idee de ce mor oamenii calcati de tren?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          El incepu sa rada. Isi dadea seama ca a zis asta pentru a salva situatia de mai devreme, pe care ea probabil o considera penibila. Dar nu era ... Isi aminti si el de nuvela lui Panait Istrati citita acum multi ani, probabil in liceu. O privea cu drag. Parea atat de neajutorata cum statea ghemuita in colt, invelita cu haina lui si cu ochii lipiti de geam. Ii trezi in suflet un sentiment ciudat, necunoscut. Simti nevoia sa-i atinga parul. Ea tresari. Astepta din partea lui niste cuvinte care sa reprezinte raspunsul la intrebare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Pare destul de simplu. Daca te loveste un tren ... cam mori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           - Pai si cum ajung oamenii sa fie loviti de tren? In caz ca nu vor sa se sinucida. Adica fac trenurile astea un zgomot infernal. E imposibil sa vrei sa treci calea ferata si sa nu auzi trenul venind spre tine. Si in plus, distanta dintre sine e cam de 1 metru jumate, plus sinele ... hai sa zicem 2 metri. Cat timp poate sa-ti ia sa parcurgi 2 metri? Trenul trebuie sa fie foarte aproape de tine cand te pregatesti sa treci calea ferata ca sa te loveasca.  Chiar nu inteleg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           O asculta cu atentie, cu un zambet in coltul gurii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Nu uita ca mai sunt si betivii care adorm pe calea ferata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Cat de beat si retardat sa fii astfel incat din tot campul sa alegi sa adormi fix pe calea ferata? E si incomod sa-ti odihnesti oasele pe sinele de metal si pe pietrele colturoase dintre ele. Nu mai bine dormi in iarba? Si mai sunt si masinile... Cu masina treci destul de repede peste calea ferata. Trebuie sa fii incredibil de prost sa vezi trenul extrem de aproape de tine si sa calci acceleratia. Chiar nu pot sa inteleg cum de sunt atatea victime ale acestui mijloc de transport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          Il amuza teribil teoria ei despre trenuri. E adevarat ca nu se gandise niciodata la chestia asta, iar ea parea sa aiba ceva dreptate. Nu stia ce sa-i raspunda. Pur si simplu se mai intampla ca oamenii sa moara calcati de tren. O imbratisa si isi sprijini capul de umerii ei. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Ti-e somn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          - Nu. Oricum, mai avem cam o ora si ajungem. Sa nu uit, da-mi numarul tau de telefon, poate ne mai intalnim in Orasel. Eu o sa stau cam o saptamana si presimt ca nu prea o sa am ce face. Iar verii mei, cei la care stau, nu sunt ei prea sociabili si nu cred ca vor merge cu mine sa-mi arate Oraselul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;           - Nici o problema. O sa te plimb prin toate barurile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incepu si ea sa rada. Prevedea o saptamana frumoasa. Intr-un loc minunat in care era tot trecutul ei, alaturi de o persoana pe care nici nu-si imagina ca avea s-o vada in viitorul apropiat. Credea in soarta. Soarta care-l aducea pe el alaturi de ea, departe de Oras. Aceeasi soarta care-l facea pe nea Ion, intorcandu-se beat de la carciuma satului, sa adoarma pe calea ferata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/nasu100/347f52682e4850.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=262&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Bluelagoon-wild%20world"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/nasu100/347f52682e4850.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=262&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Bluelagoon-wild%20world" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2011/04/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-a3a.html"&gt;(continuare partea a 3a)&lt;/a&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/8400130965552876206-4221011413859548905?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4221011413859548905/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4221011413859548905' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4221011413859548905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4221011413859548905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/05/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-2a.html' title='Sfarsit de drum (partea a 2a)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4505136642182054726</id><published>2010-04-10T20:09:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:33:10.630+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Sfarsit de drum ( partea I )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S8CzBaETIqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zliNya_p_WQ/s1600/71043676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S8CzBaETIqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zliNya_p_WQ/s320/71043676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458559585131635362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;"Ar fi o poza decupata dintr-un film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Facuta de mult timp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;i pusa langa zeii din Olimp... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Statea infrigurata pe peronul garii asteptand trenul ce avea s-o duca pe tinuturile copilariei. Era o toamna tarzie, vantul devenea din ce in ce mai rece, iar soarele nu mai avea puterea sa incalzeasca nici macar o ultima frunza cazuta din castan. Mai avea de asteptat cam 20 de minute, in caz ca trenul nu avea intarziere. Si apoi urmau alte 4 ore plictisitoare pana in Orasel. Isi sprijini geamantanul de scaunele din plastic albastru si isi aprinse o tigara. Savura cu nesat primul fum. Unii spun ca primul fum de tigara nu se trage niciodata in plamani. Altii spun ca tocmai acela este cel mai placut. Ea facea parte din a doua categorie. Ii placea ca atunci cand isi aprindea tigara sa simta nicotina cum strabate intreaga tigara, trece prin filtru si patrunde in adancul plamanilor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;In timp ce incerca sa inteleaga de ce mor oamenii calcati de tren, un cersetor tocmai trecea prin fata ei, rugand-o sa-i dea niste bani. &lt;/span&gt;Nu apuca sa-i spuna ca n-are, ca o voce din spate racni :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Sterge-o ma de-aici!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Era chiar el. Avea un rucsac in spate si parea pus pe glume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Peste tot unde ma duc, dau de tine !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Intradevar, foarte dubios. Eu cred ca ma urmaresti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Unde mergi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Orasel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Eu cand iti zic ca ma urmaresti ... Si eu tot acolo ma duc. La ce vagon ai bilet ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Eu am la vagonul 5. Dar poate n-o sa fie plin trenul, si gasim 2 locuri alaturate libere ca 4 ore o sa innebunesc de plictiseala. Ce zici ? Crezi ca ma suporti atata timp ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Sigur !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Se concentra sa n-o cuprinda emotiile si sa nu roseasca. In sufletul ei era o bucurie de nedescris. Care erau sansele sa-l intalneasca pe un peron prafuit dintr-o gara uitata de lume ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Hai ca urc cu tine in vagonul 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ce bine ... Cu ocazia asta ma ajuti si cu bagajele !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Pai vad ca ai doar un geamantan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Da ... pe care o sa-l cari tu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;E bine ... ti-ai gasit hamal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nuuu, am gasit doar un tip politicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Incepu sa rada cu rasul lui inconfundabil. Se uita la ceas, si observa ca mai era ceva timp pana sa vina trenul asa ca isi aprinse o tigara. Intinzandu-i pachetul, o intreba :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Fumezi ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nu, multumesc ! Tocmai am fumat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Isi scoase tacticos bricheta din buzunarul blugilor, isi indrepta coloana, cu capul putin inclinat pe spate isi aprinse tigara si in cel mai senzual mod trasese primul fum in plamani, lasandu-l apoi sa iasa in cerculete. Mereu avea tendinta de a face lucrurile in alta ordine decat cea fireasca. Un alt fumator, in mod normal si-ar aprinde intai tigara si apoi s-ar intinde sa-si indrepte spatele. Dar tocmai asta era farmecul lui ce o facea pe ea sa-si piarda mintile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/emmalicurici/20206dda6e9dd9.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=187&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Bere%20Gratis-%20Speranta%20din%20priviri"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/emmalicurici/20206dda6e9dd9.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=187&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Bere%20Gratis-%20Speranta%20din%20priviri" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/05/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-2a.html"&gt;(continuare partea a 2a)&lt;/a&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/8400130965552876206-4505136642182054726?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4505136642182054726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4505136642182054726' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4505136642182054726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4505136642182054726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/sfarsit-de-drum-partea-i.html' title='Sfarsit de drum ( partea I )'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S8CzBaETIqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zliNya_p_WQ/s72-c/71043676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-666400676445099303</id><published>2010-04-04T16:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:22:06.648+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><title type='text'>Post scris la cerere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Se pare ca in ultimul timp a inceput lumea sa mai citeasca blogul meu. Printre care si colegii mei. Si 3 dintre ei m-au rugat acu' vreo 2 saptamani sa scriu despre ei. Mai exact,  despre ce s-a intamplat intr-o zi de luni. Ok ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intai sa-i descriu un pic. Toti 3 joaca WoW. Da, stiu, lame. Par destul de smart ei asa cand e vorba de calculatoare si programare. M-am trezit la un laborator de circuite integrate cu ei 3, ca ceilalti nu s-au sinchisit sa vina, si ma simteam cam prost ca ei deja facusera niste chestii interesante pe-acolo si eu nu stiam cum sa deschid o pagina de net in Linux. In fine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunea avem 2 cursuri de cate 3 ore fiecare. De la 14 la 20. Si acum 2 saptamani venise primvara. Cald afara si foarte frumos. Ne adunam noi toti la ora 14 la facultate si pana sa inceapa cursul ne dam seama ca mai bine am merge intai o ora la un suc la terasa la Jeg. Zis si facut. Eu, Alexandra si ei 3. Baietii astia sunt ceva de groaza cand e vorba de Mall. Si cum s-a deschis Afi Cotroceni chiar langa facultatea noastra, ei mai mult pe-acolo isi pierd timpul. Si de data asta au preferat sa se duca in Mall decat sa vina la terasa. Ok ... Trece prima ora, Alexandra ma fenteaza cum ca vrea sa invete la nu-stiu-ce si ca se duce in camin, asa ca m-am intors singura la curs. 5 ore de super plictiseala. Imi venea sa ma dau cu capu' de masa. Nu mai rezistam... Se stie ca cele 2 cursuri de luni sunt cele mai boring. Ever! Dar inainte de ultima ora, am iesit pe hol la o tigara. Si cu cine ma intalnesc? Cu cei 3 colegi. S-au gandit si ei sa vina la ultima ora. Foaia cu prezenta era pe catedra, profu' se plimba pe-acolo si le era cam jena sa se duca sa se treaca si ei pe foaie. Stau, se gandesc, discuta, dau cu banul si pana la urma iau hotararea de a pleca acasa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deci eu nu pot sa inteleg cum sa pierzi asa o zi? Pleci de-acasa, ajungi la scoala la 2, stai cateva minute, te duci apoi in Mall si la biliard, te intorci la scoala la 7 si nu intri la curs sa bifezi o prezenta, ci pleci acasa. Da, in conceptia mea, nu e normal sa faci asa ceva. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E funny ca daca ii intreba cineva unde au fost, ar fi zis ca la facultate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-666400676445099303?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/666400676445099303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=666400676445099303' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/666400676445099303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/666400676445099303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-scris-la-cerere.html' title='Post scris la cerere'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-2169865083783063743</id><published>2010-04-04T16:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:44:00.861+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><title type='text'>If I were ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Am gasit un &lt;a href="http://www.prcafe.ro/2010/03/31/daca-as-fi-as-fi/"&gt;post dragut pe un blog&lt;/a&gt;. Asa ca am sa fur si eu ideea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were a month, I would be ... December&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I would be ... Thursday&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I would be ... evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a animal, I would be a ... bird&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I would be ... south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a virtue, I would be …caring&lt;br /&gt;If I were a historical figure I would be ... Queen Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a stone, I would be ... turquoise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bird, I would be a ... seagull  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower/plant, I would be a ... iris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I would be a ... snowy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I would be a ... harp&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I would be ... hope&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I would be ... "oi' "&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I would be ... water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I would be ... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1oKBbReaOs"&gt;Whistle For The Choir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie, I would be ... Leon&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tv-series, I would be ... How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;If I were a fictional character, I would be ... Mathilda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I would be ... ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;If I were a city, I would be ... Moscow&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I would be ... sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I would be a ... liliac scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I would be ... red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word, I would be ... football&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression, I would be ... smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cartoon character, I would be ... Ariel&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shape, I would be a ... rhombus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a number, I would be 4&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/8400130965552876206-2169865083783063743?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2169865083783063743/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=2169865083783063743' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2169865083783063743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2169865083783063743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-were.html' title='If I were ...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4662843190825851215</id><published>2010-04-03T19:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:59:54.609+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Noroc versus Ghinion sau Cum am aflat ca-s alcoolica</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dupa cum am spus de nenumarate ori, sunt o ghinionista fantastica. Daca vrei sa stii ce o sa pice la examen, pot sa-ti spun eu. E fix ceea ce n-am invatat. Da, s-a intamplat de multe ori chestia asta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se spune ca norocul este dat de diavol. Dar eu nu cred asa ceva. E imposibil pentru ca asta ar insemna ca Dumnezeu e responsabil pentru ghinionul ce se abate asupra ta. Iar mie mi-e greu sa cred ca Cel de Sus chiar imi acorda asa multa atentie, nelasandu-l pe dracusor sa-mi arunce si mie o mana de noroc. Whatever...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In schimb, am observat ca in ultimul timp, mai exact dupa ce mi s-a indeplinit o dorinta ce parea irealizabila, alterneaza ghinionul cu norocul. Deci am inceput sa am si eu noroc. Da' de ala chior rau. Dupa ce joi am lipsit de la un seminar si sem&lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt;inarista de SS a facut prezenta (for the first time) si m-a trecut absent, am zis ca a 2a zi sa mai lipsesc de la un seminar sa dorm si eu 2 ore in plus. Si stupoare, nu s-a facut seminarul. Du-te ma ... sa nu se faca un seminar la care eu sa nu fiu prezenta? Premiera mondiala ... Si asta e doar un exemplu. Incerc eu sa ma bucur de 'norocul' ce se abate in ultimul timp asupra mea, dar sunt prea suspicioasa sa nu banuiesc ca in curand o sa mi se intample ceva rau. Incepe sa ma sperie si faptul ca autobuzul ajunge in statie la cateva secunde dupa ce ajung eu acolo si nu-l mai pierd in ultimul moment cum mi se intampla de obicei. Cred ca e ceva in aer ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In alta ordine de idei, ma simt foarte smechera in ultimul timp. Peluza cred ca e de vina. De cand merg singura la meciuri, si mai ales in deplasari, am mai multa incredere in mine. Merg fara probleme pe strada cu ochelarii mei de soare Ozzy style, port esarfe de la a caror culoare te dor dintii si nu-mi mai fac griji cand ies in oras si sunt singura de la masa care bea bere.  Apropos de asta, de curand am aflat ca sunt putin alcoolica. :)) Am baut de una singura. Da, eu consider ca daca bei singur esti cam alcoolic. Dar pana sa apuc sa beau am trecut prin multe ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au plecat ai mei din oras pentru cateva zile. Si ce sa fac eu vineri seara, tinand cont ca a 2a zi trebuia sa ma trezesc destul de devreme si de iesit in oras n-aveam chef si nici cu cine. Am zis sa vad daca reusesc sa beau niste bere asa, fara nici un motiv. Mama s-a gandit sa ma invete sa ma descurc si singura asa ca nu mi-a lasat nimic de mancare. Doar bani. Asa ca spre seara, am zis sa ma duc la un magazin de pe strada mea sa-mi iau ceva de mancare si de baut. M-am schimbat eu frumos si am plecat. Cand am intrat in magazin, bang! ma loveste un miros de carne stricata. Intradevar, erau in galantar niste mezeluri care pareau stricate de ceva timp. Ce sa iau, ce sa iau? Niste deodorante pe un raft, niste boabe de fasole pe altul ... Privirea imi cade pe niste chipsuri. Buuuun ... asta e, mancam chipsuri. Si niste Kinder Bueno. Cer eu vanzatoarei ce vroiam, imi spune ca ma costa 10,5 lei, eu ii intind o hartie de 100, iar ea imi da rest 90 spunandu-mi sa-i aduc eu 50 de bani data viitoare. Stand destul de aproape am zis sa fiu cu bun simt si sa-i aduc imediat infima suma de bani. Ma intorc acasa, scotocesc dupa maruntis si ma reintorc la magazin. A inceput vanzatoarea sa rada de mine ca m-am stresat sa-i aduc 50 de bani. In fine... Ajung inapoi acasa, ma schimb si ma bag in pat. Hmmm...parca lipseste ceva ... :| BEREA!!!! Cum am putut sa uit sa iau bere, tinand cont ca initial pentru ea ma dusesem la magazin? Schimba-te Laura la loc si iesi din nou din casa.  Doar ca de data asta m-am dus la alt magazin ca mi-era jena sa ma duc a 3a oara tot acolo in intervalul de 20 de minute. Cand dau sa intru, o tigancusa o ia inaintea mea. Se duce la frigider si ia de acolo 2 bidoane de Bergenbier de 1 litru. Asta vroiam si eu sa iau. Eh, asta e. Iau si eu 2 bidoane. Cand sa ma duc la casa sa platesc, vanzatoarea vorbea cu tiganca: "Esti o betivanca! Toata ziua bei bere. Acasa ai 2 copii care mor de foame, barbac-tu' are datorii aici la magazin si tu ce faci? Cumperi bere". Eu in spatele ei, cu 2 bidoane in mana ma faceam ca ma uit pe pereti. In fine, pleaca tiganca, urmez eu. Pun sticlele pe masa si astept sa-mi spuna cat costa. Vanzatoarea ce face? Incepe sa se planga la mine: "Uitati si dumneavoastra domnisoara, ce neispravita. Bea intruna pana nu mai stie de ea!" Eu incercam sa-i arat spre bere cu sensul ca atat vreau sa cumpar si sa-mi spuna cat costa. Vai ... nu-mi venea sa cred ca mi se intampla mie asta. Intr-un sfarsit am ajuns si eu acasa si m-am delectat cu stimabila bere pana m-a luat somnu' si am adormit ca porcu'. Bine ca am reusit sa ma trezesc a 2a zi de dimineata ca trebuia sa plec la Ploiesti. Despre asta am sa povestesc in postul urmator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O melodie care aparent nu se leaga de nimic din ce-am povestit mai sus. Dar ascultati-o totusi. Chair daca o stiti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cameliam/f1f339ea10c003.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=289&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Iris-Baby"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cameliam/f1f339ea10c003.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=289&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Iris-Baby"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&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/8400130965552876206-4662843190825851215?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4662843190825851215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4662843190825851215' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4662843190825851215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4662843190825851215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/noroc-versus-ghinion-sau-cum-am-aflat.html' title='Noroc versus Ghinion sau Cum am aflat ca-s alcoolica'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-2275024495393804768</id><published>2010-04-03T19:08:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:44:54.312+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='borcea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turcu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamo'/><title type='text'>ProStest</title><content type='html'>Ieri am fost la primul meci in care s-a protestat. De fapt, anu' trecut, cand imi sustineam echipa din Peluza I, la urmatorul meci dupa cel cu Slovan Liberec, cei de la SUD au protestat neprezentandu-se la meci. Eu am fost la meci. Deci nu pot considera acela un meci la care am fost sa protestez.&lt;p&gt;Ideea e urmatoarea: Pana ieri, am crezut ca atunci cand voi auzi PCH scandand impotriva conducerii voi fi extrem de fericita si ca ma voi regasi in sfarsit in aceasta peluza. Dar n-a fost asa. S-a scandat impotriva conducerii, in special pt Turcu si Badea, s-au afisat nenumarat mesaje foarte ingenioase si s-a cantat DOAR pentru Hildan tot meciul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar nu asta as fi vrut eu ... As fi vrut ceva mai mult. Sa strige cine trebuie. Oricum, am ramas surprinsa sa vad cine a dat tonul injuraturilor cu destinatia Borcea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per ansamblu, parerea mea de super noob e ca a iesit destul de bine. Tot ce mai sper e ca Turcu sa-si faca bagajele si sa plece de la Dinamo. Si in nici un caz sa nu vina in locul lui Giovanni Becali (asa cum se zvoneste prin presa sportiva).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dtFrzbIEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PC815GdrlTY/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455949418007830594" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dtf0xxdNI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nBWIkjY95YA/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455949867093423314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dtneqt4ZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hjcmosoz89Q/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455949998597202322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dtwqhe7jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/iFoXiN8b9a0/s400/12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455950156398521906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dt5mHcHKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QbWJic6pWbg/s400/14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455950309834366114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dt_2RWh4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/e-ipBuF_vRM/s400/18.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455950417250125698" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam astea au fost cele mai bune mesaje. A, si a mai fost unul pus pe gard caruia nu i-am inteles deloc sensul. E adevarat ca ma prind mai greu la subtilitati, dar poate-mi explica si mie cineva ce e cu asta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7duWOowL2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/H7m0Hnh7mRc/s400/wtf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455950801747849058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai ca aia cu "IARTA-NE DOAMNE" am inteles-o. Dar asta? In fine ... A fost si destul de hilar la finalul meciului cand am inceput sa strigam "Paste Fericit!" catre jucatori.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A, apropos de jucatori. Ca mi-am adus aminte. Sunt foarte batuti in cap baietii astia. In teren sunt ok, dar in rest ... jale. Dupa ce a inscris, Marius Alexe a venit sa salute galeria. Si toti cantam acolo "Aleo Aleo Catalin Hildan inseamna Dinamo" ostentativ sa se prinda si copilu' Alexe ca atunci cand ajunge in dreptul galeriei sa nu strige "Muie Steaua!", ci sa cante tot de Hildan. Dar n-a facut-o. Si nici Marius Niculae. Numai ca el macar s-a prins la timp ca nu canta ce trebuie asa ca a luat steagul cu Hildan si a inceput sa-l fluture pe pista din dreptul peluzei. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu mai am de zis decat atat:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"CONDUCERE DE CACAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE DINAMO AI INGROPAT!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-2275024495393804768?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2275024495393804768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=2275024495393804768' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2275024495393804768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2275024495393804768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/prostest.html' title='ProStest'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dtFrzbIEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PC815GdrlTY/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4726718183942064983</id><published>2010-04-03T17:58:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:58:47.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii... vis'/><title type='text'>Visand aiurea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dj6fAHNLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RXkc_QgAh40/s1600/sleepyhead_zzz_sleeping_sticker-p217605557908976893qjcl_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dj6fAHNLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RXkc_QgAh40/s200/sleepyhead_zzz_sleeping_sticker-p217605557908976893qjcl_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455939329988179122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cea mai amuzanta discutie cu Ioana ever! De fapt mi-a povestit visul ei de azi-noapte. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru cei ce nu cunosc personajele: Gerry e un tip pe care nu stim cum il cheama, Vuvu e o fosta colega de liceu, iar Misa e fosta colega de camera a lu' Ioana. A se preciza ca Gerry n-are nici o treaba cu Vuvu. Iar Lepsa e un satuc de munte pe langa Focsani, unde mergem de obicei sa bem ca porcii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ioana: deci esti pregatita sa-ti povestesc visu'?&lt;br /&gt;Laura: asa&lt;br /&gt;Laura: da&lt;br /&gt;Laura: ready&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: deci io cu tine plecam intr-un fel de excursie&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: din iasi plecam&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: cu 2 microbuze&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: excursie in care mergeau si fosti colegi de liceu si colegi de facultate si huligani&lt;br /&gt;Laura:  :))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: amestecati asa&lt;br /&gt;Laura: woaa ce misto :))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si era si gerry in microbuz cu noi&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si tu nu stiu pe unde te-ai dus ca ai disparut din peisaj&lt;br /&gt;Laura: cu ***** :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Laura: =))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si s-a asezat el langa mine&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: nu, el nu cred ca era &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: adica nu l-am vazut&lt;br /&gt;Laura: :)) &lt;br /&gt;Laura: asa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si vorbeam noi acolo chestii neinteresante&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si la un moment dat isi scoate el telefonu'&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si io ma gandeam&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: yes imi cere numaru' acuma :x&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: =)) &lt;br /&gt;Laura: :)) &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' nu mi l-a cerut&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)))))))) vai ce marlan&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: stai sa vezi&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: a, la un moment dat ma intreaba&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: cand te intorci unde cobori?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: in copou sau in tudor&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si io ii zic: nu stiu, ca s-ar putea sa vin la tine ca tu stai in tudor&lt;br /&gt;Ioana:  :))&lt;br /&gt;Laura:  =)) ce nebuna esti&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: deci n-are nicio treaba visu' asta cu realitatea&lt;br /&gt;Laura: observ&lt;br /&gt;Laura: da' nebuna esti si in vis si in real life&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ma rog si dupa discutiile pe care le-am avut nu prea imi mai placea de el&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' nu mai stiu de ce&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' ma rog&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ajungem la destinatie&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: care era lepsa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: =))) &lt;br /&gt;Laura: =))))))&lt;br /&gt;Laura: aaaaaaaa ce tareee&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' sa vezi cum arata lepsa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: in visu' meu &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: nu semana deloc cu realitatea, iti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Laura: da, cred&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si era o zona unde erau niste statui imense&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: de alea cu zei asa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: albe&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' imense frate&lt;br /&gt;Laura: mama ce misto  &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si apare vuvu in peisaj&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)))) &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si gerry hop pe ea&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: =))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: n-a asteptat prea mult si a inceput s-o pupe&lt;br /&gt;Laura: omege =))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da si a mers cu noi pana la cabana&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: desi el statea in alt colt al lepsei&lt;br /&gt;Laura: a, el statea acolo?&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: trebuia sa stea si el la o cabana undeva&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: nu stiu &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si vine la un moment dat si la mine sa ma pupe&lt;br /&gt;Laura: :)) &lt;br /&gt;Laura: ce curvar&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' io ii zic ca-i nesimtit si nu stiu ce si ma lasa in pace&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: =))&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)))))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' mi-a trecut toata gelozia cand l-am vazut de marlan e&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da si dupa aia nu mai stiu, ne-am pus pe baut&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: erau si ai tai&lt;br /&gt;Laura: :)))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si beam tuica&lt;br /&gt;Laura: vai&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)) &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' dupa aia aveam laborator de informatica&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: tot la lepsa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: :))))))&lt;br /&gt;Laura: doamne fereste...&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: mama si cat m-am chinuit sa-mi iasa si mie o chestie, da' nu-mi iesea&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: faceam ceva gen autocad&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si se terminase ora&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si io tot ma chinuiam acolo si nu vroiam sa plec&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: dupa aia ma chinuiam pe scari ca aveam un ghiozdan extrem de greu&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)) &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si am coborat f greu&lt;br /&gt;Laura: si n-a venit gerry sa te ajute?&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si cand ajung io in cele din urma jos&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: nu&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ca el nu era la scoala :)) &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: asa si cand ajung imi zice misa ca sa mergem la panciu&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: la irimia&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ala la care am fost atunci&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si io: doamne fereste ce sa caut acolo? &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si tot incerca sa ma convinga&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si dupa aia ne-am intors la cabana&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si nu vroia nimeni sa mearga cu misa la panciu&lt;br /&gt;Laura: :)) &lt;br /&gt;Laura: saraca&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da si iar ne-am pus pe baut&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si la un moment dat a aparut si vuvu cu gerry&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)) &lt;br /&gt;Laura: vai mi-au dat lacrimile de atata ras&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: :)) &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: io deja o compatimeam pe vuvu&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' i-am lasat in pace&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si s-au dus in camera lor&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: sa-si vada de treburi&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si noi beam in continuare&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: a&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: mi-am adus aminte de ce aveam ghiozdanu' greu&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ca aveam numa bidoane de tuica in el&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si ma gandeam de ce o fi asa greu&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ca doar am scos bidoanele de bere &lt;br /&gt;Ioana: the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi se pare genial sa visezi atat de complex si sa faci asa legaturi intre oameni. Adica totusi ... Gerry si Vuvu?! De unde si pana unde? Incurcate-s caile Domnului, dar mult mai incurcate sunt gandurile lu' Ioana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In timp ce-mi povestea acest vis, mi-am adus aminte ca mai visase ea ceva super dubios si am avut grija sa salvez in calculator conversatia respectiva, tinand cont cat de psychedelic era. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ioana: stii ce-am visat&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ca eram prin londra&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: acuma mi-am adus aminte&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: la inceput eram pe o plaja din anglia&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ne plimbam pe-acolo&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si am dat peste o portiune unde era apa foarte frumoasa si albastra&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si dupa aia m-am dus la un spectacol ceva pe acolo prin londra&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si nu stiu care era treaba cu biletele ca ne-au pus sa mai platim 10 euro&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: a si mai eram cu un baiat&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si ala a luat-o la fuga&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si io dupa el&lt;br /&gt;Laura: :))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: dupa aia mergeam singura&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si treceam pe langa oameni de toate nationalitatile&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si ii aud pe unii ca vorbesc de un turc&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: doctor&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: care e super smecher&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si m-am hotarat sa trec si io sa vorbesc cu el&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si m-am dus la el si era foarte prietenos&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: dupa care a aparut si loredana pe acolo&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si ea nu stiu de ce trebuia sa ramana acolo, sa-i fie un fel de servitoare&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si io vroiam sa plec acasa&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: adica la apartamentu' pe care il inchiriasem noi in vestu' londrei&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da' habar n-aveam pe unde sunt sau unde ar trebui sa ajung&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: cand am plecat am luat de la ala o ditamai sacosa plina cu bauturi&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: nu stiu de ce :))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: a si era cam iarna&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: loredana imi spusese pe unde sa o iau&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si nu merg mult ca dau de tine :))&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si tu erai foarte fericita ca intalnisesi un baiat misto&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: dupa care apare loredana fara geaca sa ne ajute sa gasim apartamentu' =))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: ca zicea ca se intoarce imediat la turc&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si mergem noi si mergem&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: pana ajungem la marginea londrei&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: arata asa ca intr-o statiune montana&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)) pe jos mergeam?&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: da&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: chiar alergam :))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: nu stiu de unde atata vlaga&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: se si luminase&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: pana la urma ne-am prins ca nu aveam ce face pe acolo si am luat-o inapoi&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: si tot treceau pe langa noi aia de la coldplay =))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: intai erau calare pe cai&lt;br /&gt;Laura: =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: dupa care si-au inhamat 2 cai la caruta si pe ceilalti i-au legat in spate&lt;br /&gt;Laura:  :)))&lt;br /&gt;Ioana: cre ca daca mai reuseam sa visez vreo 2 ore ajungeam la apartamentu' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu e normal sa visezi asa ceva. Loredana servitoare la un doctor turc? Baietii de la Coldplay calare pe cai? Eu mergand asa mult pe jos? &lt;br /&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/8400130965552876206-4726718183942064983?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4726718183942064983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4726718183942064983' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4726718183942064983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4726718183942064983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/04/visand-aiurea.html' title='Visand aiurea'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S7dj6fAHNLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RXkc_QgAh40/s72-c/sleepyhead_zzz_sleeping_sticker-p217605557908976893qjcl_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-2104441299691636061</id><published>2010-03-18T23:34:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:30:12.850+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stadion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steaua'/><title type='text'>Derby Baby, Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SElVLHihI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2XqoJpbahkw/s1600-h/Picture+1338791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SElVLHihI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2XqoJpbahkw/s200/Picture+1338791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450627225898945042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De vreo juma' de ora stau sa ma gandesc cum sa incep postul asta. Post ce urmeaza a fi pe blog, nu postul Pastelui, ca ala a inceput demult. Am o gramada de povestit, deci asezati-va comod. Desi nu cred ca o sa fie cineva interesant de subiectele ce le voi aborda imediat, pentru ca pe majoritatea prietenilor si colegilor mei nu-i intereseaza fotbalul si ultraseria, iar cei pe care-i intereseaza nu cred ca vor fi prea entuziasti de ce voi scrie, pentru ca totusi sunt novice in ceea ce priveste Peluza, iar convingerile lor au radacini adanc infipte in acest subiect. &lt;p&gt;Cu toate acestea, tin sa povestesc despre Unicul Derby Dinamo - Steaua. Primul meu derby. Am trecut prin multe ca sa ajung pe stadion, dar a meritat. Totul a inceput luni, spre dupa-amiaza cand citesc niste comentarii pe dinamomania cum ca s-ar fi vandut toate biletele la PCH. Bai, esti nebun? Deja??? Pai si eu ce fac? Ca in SUD nu ma mai intorc... Nu de alta, dar nu mai cunosc pe nimeni pe-acolo. Si a inceput panica! Cuuuum, sa nu fiu eu in PCH la Dinamo-Steaua??? Sa vad eu meciul de la Peluza 1, sau mai rau, la tv??? Nu concepeam asa ceva si am zis ca nu ma intereseaza, fac orice sa fiu acolo miercuri seara. Da, chiar as fi facut orice! Nu mai aveam stare...casele de bilete se inchisesera deja. Asa ca dupa o noapte destul de alba, marti dimineata am fost la stadion. Era nebunie pe-acolo. Noroc de un prieten ca era deja la coada la bilete. Si m-am bagat si eu ca taranu' in fata. Intradevar, nu mai erau biletele la PCH. Si am zis ca pana fac rost (refuzam sa ma gandesc ca nu o sa gasesc bilet) sa iau bilet la SUD. Zis si facut. Numai ca &lt;em&gt;nenea &lt;/em&gt;de la bilete nu vroia sa-mi dea ca cica nu se vand bilete femeilor ca sa nu ajunga in mainile stelistilor. Biletele, nu femeile. Noroc ca era pe-acolo un tip pe care-l stiam din deplasarea de la Iasi si cu ajutorul caruia am reusit sa iau bilete. Dar erau la SUD. Ce ma fac? Ce ma fac? Si uite ca numai bine ca intalnesc cu un fost coleg de gimnaziu, care ginise un bisnitar. Gata, hai la el. Si uite asa mi-am facut rost de bilet in mult iubita Peluza Catalin Hildan, chiar daca am dat pe el de 3 ori mai mult(Bine, ulterior am aflat ca miercuri s-au mai pus in vanzare niste bilete in PCH pentru cei din provincie, care nu aveau buletin de Bucuresti. Damn!).Ma linistisem. Dar nu pentru mult timp pentru ca am aflat ca a doua zi, inainte de meci, urma sa se bata cainii cu spurcatii prin Pantelimon. Si am inceput sa-mi fac griji. Nu stiu de ce, dar pur si simplu ma temeam pentru ei. Imi era sa nu si-o ia de la stelisti, sau sa-i ia jandarmii si sa ploua cu amenzi si interdictii. Marti seara incepusera emotiile. Nu mai aveam stare. Asteptam cu nerabdare Marele Meci. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miercuri dimineata am dat o fuga pana la facultate, ca asa sunt eu, studenta constiincioasa. Am suportat cu stoicism comentariile stelistilor (care-s cam multi la mine-n grupa) si amenintarile demne de niste frustrati. Si pe la ora 12 consider ca am stat destul la scoala si ca ar trebui sa ma duc acasa sa ma pregatesc de meci. La ora 5 trebuia sa fiu la stadion (de fapt nu trebuia, dar pun eu mereu botu' la fel de fel de mizerii). Cu fularul cu Dinamo ascuns pe sub geaca am ajuns la stadion, unde deja era destula lume. Pe Barbu Vacarescu, vis-a-vis de intrarea in PCH era un prieten cu niste hooligans care sorbeau dintr-o sticla de rachiu. Supeeer! Am aflat ca referitor la bataile dintre dinamovisti si spurcati in Pantelimon, din fericire, nu se intamplase nimic rau. Se pare ca spurcatii si-au cam luat-o prin Rahova. Buuuun, la capitolul batai de strada ii invinsesem. Cu baietii astia n-am stat prea mult ca m-am dus sa beau cu niste timisoreni ce venisera in Bucuresti special pentru meci. Pe tipa cu care au venit o cunosteam dinainte. Si ne-am dus in SS sa ne purificam cu niste beri. Foarte smecheri timisorenii. Chiar mi-a facut mare placere sa-i cunosc. Si ne-am cam luat cu vorba, timpul a trecut si mai ramasese doar o ora pana la meci. Asa ca am luat-o la fuga spre stadion. Ne-am asezat noi la coada si chiar cand sa intram, bam! se inchid portile. WTF?? Se pare ca era foarte multa lume si se crease un blocaj. Am stat noi ce-am stat, niste cocalari fluierau si injurau jandarmii (de parca i-ar fi speriat asa, si de frica le-ar fi dat drumul pe stadion), dar intr-un final, cu putin timp inainte de inceperea meciului am reusit sa intram pe stadion. Da, peluza era plina. Ca niciodata. Meciul in sine a fost minunat. I-am batut lejer la scor (2-0). Si i-am batut si in peluza. Ca noi am cantat tot meciul, am avut coregrafie, mesaje, torte, stroboscoape etc. Stelistii au afisat o coregrafie (destul de reusita) si s-au dat mari cu niste torte. In schimb, la nivel sonor au fost zero barat. N-au cantat nimic, n-au scandat nimic. Adevarul e ca nici nu aveau pentru ce. Atmosfera a fost incredibila (spun eu, fara sa schitez vreun gest)! Cu toate astea, parca as fi vrut mai mult. A fost putin aiurea ca eram foarte multi si nu prea ne sincronizam. Incercau cei 3-4 sefi de galerie sa faca peluza sa cante ca la carte, dar nu prea reuseau ca erau si o gramada de cetateni care habar n-aveau de cantece. Dar per ansamblu a fost bine. Am sa atasez si niste poze, &lt;em&gt;furate &lt;/em&gt;de pe &lt;a href="http://ultras.sportlocal.ro/"&gt;Romanian Ultras&lt;/a&gt;, care la randul lor le-au &lt;em&gt;furat &lt;/em&gt;de pe &lt;a href="http://www.dinamomania.net/"&gt;DinamoMania&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SHCD4rE8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kqsLWQ5N7cs/s320/113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450629918497641410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SHBdwJ6tI/AAAAAAAAAFg/w_wBB72ae04/s320/42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450629908261366482" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SHAwTBIRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mmeNust6lS0/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450629896059560210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SHAlkSbLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-ZVROEQTnEA/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450629893179206834" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SHBmPHEhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Trf5zjiSDR4/s320/122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450629910538686994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru cei ce nu-ntelege,  m-am nascut ca sa fiu rege. :)) Nu, asta era de fapt inceputul &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIdQRcVblaU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;unei melodii de la Vank&lt;/a&gt;. Vroiam sa spun de fapt, ca pentru cei ce nu inteleg ce scrie in mesajul 'al mare cu coregrafia e cam asa (de fapt nici eu nu am reusit sa citesc ce scrie): &lt;strong&gt;"E DERBY, TOTUL IN CAMP DE LUPTA S-A TRANSFORMAT/ VREM TRIUMFUL IN TEREN CA-N PELUZA E CASTIGAT". &lt;/strong&gt;Minunat, nu-i asa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si se termina si meciul ... A doua zi la facultate, bineinteles ca le-am cantat colegilor mei "Aeee Aeee Aooo, v-a f*tut DINAMOOO". Aveau o atitudine de ziceai ca s-ar fi lepadat de Steaua in orice moment. Frustrati, ce sa le ceri? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum obisnuiesc in ultimul timp, ar trebui sa inchei postul cu o melodie. Dar nu stiu care. Ma mai gandesc si o sa fac un update cand imi vine o idee. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hai Dinamo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update: &lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Laura_fcd/278ba9a09a569d.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=113&amp;amp;titluEmbed=The%20Rumble%20Strips%20-%20Sweet%20Heart%20Hooligan"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Laura_fcd/278ba9a09a569d.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=113&amp;amp;titluEmbed=The%20Rumble%20Strips%20-%20Sweet%20Heart%20Hooligan"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&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/8400130965552876206-2104441299691636061?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2104441299691636061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=2104441299691636061' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2104441299691636061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2104441299691636061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/03/derby-baby-derby.html' title='Derby Baby, Derby'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S6SElVLHihI/AAAAAAAAAFI/2XqoJpbahkw/s72-c/Picture+1338791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-2047570837666504202</id><published>2010-03-16T19:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:57:36.450+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamo'/><title type='text'>Naste-ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S5_GHgVSGSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OJt1Uii9wfA/s1600-h/scb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S5_GHgVSGSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OJt1Uii9wfA/s200/scb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449291906382174498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu prea mai am chef in ultimul timp sa scriu pe blog. Nu mai am idei... In schimb cand gasesc ceva dragut, cu siguranta am sa postez aici. &lt;p&gt;Dupa ce m-am stresat azi sa fac rost de bilete la Unicul Derby, am ajuns acasa franta de oboseala. A fost o mare magarie cu biletele... In fine. Si se intrebau ai mei de ce fac atatea sacrificii. Ca am fost si la Cluj, la meci. Si incercand sa le explic ca Dinamo si PCH au devenit cele mai importante chestii pentru mine, mi-am adus aminte de Pathos. Cine era Pathos? Fiul lui Pygmalion si Galateea. Pygmalion era un sculptor care a facut o minunata sculptura din piatra pare-mi-se. Si era atat de frumoasa incat s-a indragostit de ea si a rugat-o pe Afrodita sa-i dea viata. Si i-a dat...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La momentul cand am aflat de aceasta legenda (prin liceu) nu m-a impresionat prea tare. Dar acum cand mi-am adus aminte, mi s-a parut absolut minunat. De aceasta legenda am auzit multumita poeziei lui Nichita Stanescu - Catre Galateea, care de asemenea nu pot sa inteleg cum de nu m-a miscat nici un pic la momentul cand am citit-o prima oara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nichita Stănescu - Către Galateea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iti stiu toate timpurile, toate miscarile, toate parfumurile&lt;br /&gt;si umbra ta, si tacerile tale, si sanul tau&lt;br /&gt;ce cutremur au si ce culoare anume,&lt;br /&gt;si mersul tau, si melancolia ta, si sprancenele tale,&lt;br /&gt;si bluza ta, si inelul tau, si secunda&lt;br /&gt;si nu mai am rabdare si genunchiul mi-l pun în pietre&lt;br /&gt;si mă rog de tine,&lt;br /&gt;naste-mă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu tot ce e mai departe de tine,&lt;br /&gt;atat de departe, incat nu mai exista aproape -&lt;br /&gt;dupa-amiaza, dupa-orizontul, dincolo-de-marea...&lt;br /&gt;si tot ce e dincolo de ele,&lt;br /&gt;si atat de departe, incat nu mai are nici nume.&lt;br /&gt;De aceea-mi indoi genunchiul si-l pun&lt;br /&gt;pe genunchiul pietrelor, care-l ingana.&lt;br /&gt;Si mă rog de tine,&lt;br /&gt;naste-mă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu tot ceea ce tu nu stii niciodata, din tine.&lt;br /&gt;Bataia inimii care urmeaza bataii ce-o auzi,&lt;br /&gt;sfarsitul cuvantului a carui prima silaba tocmai o spui&lt;br /&gt;copacii - umbre de lemn ale vinelor tale,&lt;br /&gt;raurile - miscatoare umbre ale sangelui tau,&lt;br /&gt;si pietrele, pietrele - umbre de piatra ale genunchiului meu,&lt;br /&gt;pe carc mi-I plec în fata ta si mă rog de tine,&lt;br /&gt;naste-mă. Naste-mă.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Si nu stiu de ce, gandul mi-a zburat si la&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Succubus"&gt; succubus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Sesinho/a77e7ef0dd12d1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=140&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Pars%20Atra%20-%20Succubus"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&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/8400130965552876206-2047570837666504202?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2047570837666504202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=2047570837666504202' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2047570837666504202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2047570837666504202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/03/naste-ma.html' title='Naste-ma!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S5_GHgVSGSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OJt1Uii9wfA/s72-c/scb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3938714356495723051</id><published>2010-03-08T01:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:25:33.346+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii... the killers music brandon flowers'/><title type='text'>I got soul, but I'm not a soldier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Intradevar, Ioana zice bine. N-am toate tiglele pe casa. Dar daca le-as avea n-as mai fi eu. Am scris acest post doar pentru a insera o melodie care m-a obsedat astazi. Am ascultat-o intruna. Si cand ma gandesc ca la inceput nici nu-mi placea...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/AndreiChirila/fc78f3660c6881.swf"&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;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=408&amp;amp;titluEmbed=The%20Killers%20-%20All%20These%20Things%20That%20I%27ve%20Done"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/AndreiChirila/fc78f3660c6881.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=408&amp;amp;titluEmbed=The%20Killers%20-%20All%20These%20Things%20That%20I%27ve%20Done"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Divertisment" title="Divertisment"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Divertisment&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/8400130965552876206-3938714356495723051?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3938714356495723051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3938714356495723051' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3938714356495723051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3938714356495723051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-soul-but-im-not-soldier.html' title='I got soul, but I&apos;m not a soldier!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-6936581484206900505</id><published>2010-03-02T22:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:42:15.774+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...Teatru'/><title type='text'>Teatru, dom'le</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Si uite ca s-a jucat si piesa de teatru. Mi s-a parut foarte reusita. Pentru cei care "n-au avut timp" sa vina s-o vizioneze, se va juca si pe 8 martie. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am avut mari emotii. Am avut noroc de parintii mei ca au venit sa ma sustina si pana am intrat pe scena au stat alaturi de mine. Mama mai face gesturi dragute pentru mine, dar tata nu prea. Asa ca faptul ca a venit sa ma vada jucand, mi s-a parut un gest incredibil din partea lui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toti au fost absolut minunati. M-au incurajat inainte de inceperea piesei si m-au asigurat ca totul va merge perfect si ca ma voi descurca de minune. Ce m-a impresionat foarte tare a fost gestul lor cand am iesit din scena. M-au imbratisat si m-au felicitat. Si au fost singurii, pentru ca ai mei colegi n-au vrut sa vina. Cu exceptia Alexandrei careia ii multumesc foarte foarte foarte mult. M-au dezamagit profund colegii mei, mai ales ca nu m-as fi asteptat la asa ceva din partea lor. Dar asta e! Sunt oameni si oameni... Macar acum stiu cu cine am de-a face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si dupa finalul absolut minunat am plecat cu totii spre The Jack. De fapt nu chiar cu totii. Unii pe jos, altii cu masina sau autobuzul. Eu am plecat cu Alina cu masina. Si am zis sa fac o gluma si s-o intreb: "Ce masina ai? Tico? :)) " Noroc ca dupa prima intrebare mi-a raspuns repede ce masina are. Si da, are Tico ... Nu stiu de ce, dar mi se par niste masini foarte funny. In fine ... S-a dovedit a fi o soferita excelenta. Si in The Jack a fost prima oara cand n-am mai stiut cate beri am baut. Si am cantat toti Sweet Child of Mine. Si I Want to Break Free. Si inca o melodie pe care n-o mai auzisem pana atunci. Ceva cu regina alba. Sau neagra. Oricum, a fost genial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am descoperit ca pot avea o zi perfecta si fara fotbal. Adica fara peluza.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UPDATE: Am aflat ce melodie era.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/nebunudealb/a703747942c305.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=327&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Emeric%20Imre%20-%20Nebun%20de%20alb"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/nebunudealb/a703747942c305.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=327&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Emeric%20Imre%20-%20Nebun%20de%20alb"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&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/8400130965552876206-6936581484206900505?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/6936581484206900505/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=6936581484206900505' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/6936581484206900505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/6936581484206900505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/03/teatru-domle.html' title='Teatru, dom&apos;le'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-5412543692801797393</id><published>2010-02-23T22:29:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:54:17.837+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Love Autopsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S4RDIV0B1UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A8m2mM7BpFo/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S4RDIV0B1UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A8m2mM7BpFo/s200/a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441548060343784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cred ca am gasit versul care te defineste cel mai bine: &lt;em&gt;"You're a song written by the hands of God..." &lt;/em&gt; Da, da, chiar esti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/andreea_popa/4d6446bfbc3cd4.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=225&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Shakira%20-%20Underneath%20your%20clothes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/andreea_popa/4d6446bfbc3cd4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="durataAudio=225&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Shakira%20-%20Underneath%20your%20clothes" width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu chiar n-ai de cand sa iesi din sufletul meu, asa-i? Imaginea ta ma bantuie continuu. Stii, cand plec spre facultate am de ales intre 2 trasee. Pe unul din ele e posibil sa te intalnesc. Asa ca in ultimul timp a devenit drumul meu obisnuit catre scoala. Dar pana acum nu te-am zarit. Desi te caut cu privirea in fiecare zi, la fiecare intersectie, la fiecare statie. In pasaj la Unirii e cel mai palpitant ca vine multa lume din directia opusa, iar tu ai putea fi printre ei. La scarile rulante, inima mereu incepe sa bata cu putere. Daca ne vom intalni chiar atunci, eu urcand si tu coborand? Vom trece unul pe langa altul cu viteza destul de mare. Si poate n-ai sa ma observi. Ideal ar fi daca ne-am intalni chiar pe acelasi peron, asteptand amandoi acelasi metrou colorat de pe magistrala 3. Oare ma mai tii minte? Sper ca da, doar am petrecut o zi intreaga impreuna. Si-am vazut amandoi prima ninsoare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ti-as zambi timid si te-as saluta. Iar tu ai ramane putin uimit ca ma vezi, pentru ca nu te-ai fi asteptat sa ma intalnesti atat de dimineata. Si m-ai intreba unde ma duc. Iar eu ti-as raspunde, mandra de mine, ca ma duc la facultate. Si discutia ar continua in metrou, unde va fi foarte mult zgomot, iar eu te voi pune sa repeti intr-una anumite cuvinte. Tu ai surade, iar eu ma voi topi in urma zambetului tau. Si ce coincidenta, vom cobori amandoi in aceeasi statie pentru ca ... pentru ca ... ai tu o treaba in zona aceea. Tu stii. Iar la intersectie, ma vei intreba in ce directie merg. Si eu iti voi arata spre cladirea facultatii. Iti vei lua ramas bun si te vei indrepta spre o alta directie. Voi incerca si eu sa-mi iau la revedere dar voi fi prea emotionata si nu va iesi decat un "Pa!" spus la repezeala. Si voi pleca cu sufletul impacat ca in sfarsit te-am intalnit. Si in zilele ce vor urma nu-mi va mai pasa de absolut nimic. Pentru ca voi incepe sa cred in destin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poate acea zi va fi maine. Sau poimaine. Sau saptamana viitoare. Sau poate chiar la anul. Sau niciodata... Dar stii doar vorba aceea stupida: "Speranta moare ultima". Dar si cand o muri ...&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/8400130965552876206-5412543692801797393?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/5412543692801797393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=5412543692801797393' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5412543692801797393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5412543692801797393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/02/asculta-mai-multe-audio-muzica.html' title='Love Autopsy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S4RDIV0B1UI/AAAAAAAAAEo/A8m2mM7BpFo/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-5774032734648996458</id><published>2010-02-23T18:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:15:46.888+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii... Moldova'/><title type='text'>Moldovenisme si dureri de gat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.farmaciastejara.ro/images/tantum%20verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.farmaciastejara.ro/images/tantum%20verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saptamana trecuta am fost in vacanta. Ca deh, gata cu sesiunea. Si sa ne odihnim putin creierele inainte sa inceapa inca un semestru stresant. Asa ca m-am gandit sa-i fac o vizita lu' Ioana&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; la Iasi. Cu o seara inainte de a pleca pe meleagurile in care oamenii au accent amuzant, m-am dus sa beau cu cei din DOL. Si pentru ca nu mai bausem alcool de mult timp, dupa 3 beri m-am facut praf. Probabil a fost de vina si faptul ca cele 3 beri au fost diferite (Tuborg, Becks si Heineken). Si asa cum stie toata lumea care a baut vreodata cu mine, atunci cand creste procentul de alcool in sange incep sa fiu foarte prietenoasa. Asa ca m-am pus pe facut complimente. Se uitau foarte ciudat oamenii la mine, dar m-am obisnuit deja cu astfel de priviri. Buuuun! Si asa a inceput marele maraton al berii care a continuat timp de 5 zile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Din urmatoarea zi, traseul a fost foarte simplu: Bucuresti -&gt; Focsani (unde am ramas 2 zile) -&gt; Iasi. Imi era dor de Focsani. Dar imi era dor de Focsaniul pe care l-am lasat acum 2 ani. Linistit, calduros, colorat si plin de prieteni. Acum parca era rupt din filmele lui Tim Burton. Mohorat si friguros... De dragul vremurilor bune, am baut o sticla de Tanita. Acelasi gust ca intotdeauna...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lasandu-mi orasul natal sa-si doarma somnul etern, am plecat luni spre Iasi. Si nu singura. Cu Ioana, Misa si o durere teribila de gat. Eu nu pot sa suport durerea de gat. Nu pot dormi, nu pot respira, nu pot bea. Prefer orice alta durere, chiar si cea de masea. De obicei cand simt ca incepe sa ma doara gatul, bag rapid niste antibiotice. Dar acum aveam contract cu alcoolul. Ce sa fac? Am gasit cea mai buna metoda. Aspirine, Faringosept si Tantum Verde non-stop. Dupa ce iei pastile pentru gat nu e indicat sa bei si sa mananci cateva ore dupa aia. Dar la mine n-a contat. Bagam la greu Tantum si Bergenbier. Si a mers cat de cat. Joi abia mai simteam senzatia de usturime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dar, cate zile am stat in Iasi am prins asa o ura de moldoveni ca am zis ca de-acum mai departe de Focsani nu intru in Moldova. Stop! Focsaniul e limita. Deci nu stiu cum s-a facut ca numai de &lt;em&gt;ţărănoi &lt;/em&gt;am dat. Fetele pe care le stiam si pe care le-am cunoscut au fost foarte ok. Dar baietii ... ultimii cocalari! Dar fix ultimii! Maxim am spus! :)) Unul singur parca era putin mai uman, si acea umanitate era data de sunetul minunat al viorii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mereu m-am intrebat ce se intampla daca faci galagie, vine politia la tine la usa, iar tu nu te duci sa-i deschizi. Acum am aflat ... Nimic mai simplu. Politia renunta si se intoarce la somn. Lumina de neon mov, gin-ul caruia i se spunea rachiu si accentele de moldoveni prosti m-au facut sa-mi pun o intrebare esentiala: Ce cauta Ioana acolo? Poate ca intr-o zi o sa gasesc si un raspuns...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poate ca sunt ipocrita la faza asta, dar ma simt atat de bucuresteanca. Iar moldovenii mi se par atat de tarani ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu un singur lucru bun m-am intors la Bucuresti. Aceasta melodie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed width="450" height="366" src="http://www.220.ro/emb/6iGj3oflVz&amp;amp;from=bGF1cmFmY2Q=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vezi mai multe din &lt;a href="http://www.220.ro/video/funny-9" target="_blank"&gt;Funny&lt;/a&gt; pe &lt;a href="http://www.220.ro/" target="_blank"&gt;220.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cand vorbesc despre Ioana niciodata nu spun "Ioanei", ci "lu' Ioana" :)) Ca avem si noi un principiu in privinta asta.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8400130965552876206-5774032734648996458?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/5774032734648996458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=5774032734648996458' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5774032734648996458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5774032734648996458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/02/moldovenisme-si-dureri-de-gat.html' title='Moldovenisme si dureri de gat'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4206881784306591539</id><published>2010-02-09T01:07:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:01:30.414+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Ne dis rien, Embrasse-moi quand tu voudras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/aneducation_filmstill2_careymulliganandpetersarsgaard-500x332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/aneducation_filmstill2_careymulliganandpetersarsgaard-500x332.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt fascinata de blogul lui &lt;a href="http://pmircescu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paul Radu Mircescu&lt;/a&gt;. Din pacate s-a aflat adevarata lui identitate. Poate ar fi fost mai bine sa ramana anonim. Imi place ca in fiecare post este inserata si o melodie. Si e dragut ca intai sa dai play si apoi sa citesti ce a scris. E absolut fascinant. Asa ca am sa incerc sa fur putin de la el si sa incep si eu sa postez &lt;em&gt;muzici&lt;/em&gt; pe blog. Si tot multumita lui mi-am adus aminte de vremea cand ascultam foarte multa muzica frantuzeasca. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/briana10/557fcc1b656352.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=175&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Joe%20Dassin%20-%20Ma%20musique"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum cativa ani melodia asta mi-a intrat in suflet. Si s-a ascuns acolo, intr-un coltisor. Iar acum a iesit din nou la iveala. E placut sa asculti Joe Dassin. Si Pierre Bachelet. Si Jean Francois Maurice. Iar simt ca m-am nascut in secolul gresit. Sau poate ca daca as fi trait acum 40-50 de ani nu as fi apreciat valorile adevarate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am vazut de curand un film bunicel. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMHQX_Dr0GQ"&gt;An Education&lt;/a&gt;. E nominalizat la Oscar. N-are nici o sansa, dar nu asta conteaza. Ideea e ca m-am regasit foarte mult in caracteristicile personajului principal. O tanara din Anglia, cu niste parinti care parca nu vor sa priceapa realitatea, are in plan continuarea studiilor la Oxford. Dar in viata ei apare un barbat, care ii schimba planurile. Peter Sarsgaard arata in acest film intr-un fel in care m-ar face si pe mine sa renunt la tot si sa dispar in tinuturi mai rafinate. E un film boem, presarat cu un strop de muzica frantuzeasca si care in final te face sa realizezi ca trebuie sa-ti traiesti viata, fara a uita de scopurile ce trebuie atinse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi simt sufletul atat de greu ... Nu stiu de ce, dar in ultimul timp m-am gandit mult la Brokeback Mountain, filmul care m-a marcat total. Se aproprie Valentine's Day si toate site-urile te invita sa scrii despre povesti de dragoste. E un eveniment pe Facebook la care poti sa participi scriind despre cea mai frumoasa poveste de dragoste dintr-un film. As fi vrut sa scriu si eu, dar m-am razgandit cu gandul ca as putea starni ceva polemici pe tema asta. Povestea din Brokeback Mountain mi se pare atat de minunta. O iubire dintre 2 persoane consumata in pustietate, departe de principiile imbacsite ale oamenilor. Nu inteleg de ce toti cand aud de filmul asta au mereu aceeasi reactie: "A, ala cu gay". De ce nu poate nimeni sa perceapa mesajul filmului? Si sunt toti atat de batuti in cap in cat nu isi dau seama ca cei 2 nici macar nu erau gay, ci bisexuali? Dar despre homosexualitate probabil ca am sa vorbesc in alt post, pentru ca acum e tarziu, iar pe mine ma asteapta un examen peste cateva zile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. De maine ma apuc de invatat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-4206881784306591539?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4206881784306591539/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4206881784306591539' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4206881784306591539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4206881784306591539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/02/ne-dis-rien-embrasse-moi-quand-tu.html' title='Ne dis rien, Embrasse-moi quand tu voudras...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-2787167190185343311</id><published>2010-01-19T12:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:51:52.798+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii... retrospectiva 2009'/><title type='text'>Leapsa sau Ce am realizat in 2009</title><content type='html'>1. Ce ai făcut nou în 2009, ceva ce nu ai mai încercat înainte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deplasare cu Dinamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Te ţii de ceea ce-ţi propui la cumpăna dintre ani? Îţi vei stabili şi mai multe scopuri pentru anul următor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A născut cineva apropiat ţie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A murit cineva apropiat ţie?&lt;br /&gt;Da :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ce ţări ai vizitat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grecia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ce anume din ceea ce ţi-a lipsit în 2009 ai vrea să ai în 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bani si ultraserie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ce dată din anul 2009 îţi va rămâne vie în amintirile tale şi de ce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 noiembrie - Deplasarea la Iasi - cea mai fericita zi din viata mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Care a fost cea mai mare realizare în acest an?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut de primul an de facultate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Care a fost cel mai mare eşec?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diferenta la SDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ai avut parte de boală sau răniri mai serioase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu. Nici macar nu mi-am mai rupt vreun picior ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Care a fost cel mai bun lucru pe care l-ai cumpărat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ... nu prea le am eu cu shoppingu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Comportamentul cui merită sărbătorit/apreciat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ioana :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Comportamentul cui te-a dezamăgit sau ţi-a provocat tristeţe mare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamas :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Unde s-au dus o mare parte din banii tăi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca am cheltuit o suma seminificativa intr-un domeniu anume. Posibil sa fi dat ceva mai multi bani pe alcool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. În legătură cu ce anume ai fost extrem de bucuros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca am reusit sa schimb 2 vorbe cu mentorul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ce cântec(e) îţi vor reaminti mereu de anul 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Human - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Comparativ cu anul trecut eşti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mai fericit/ă mai puţin fericit/ă?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– mai putin fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mai bogat/ă sau mai sărac/ă?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– deocamdata mai bogata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ce ai fi vrut să fi făcut mai mult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa invat mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;19. Ce ai fi vrut să faci mai puţin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pierd timpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Care a fost cea mai bună carte citită?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu prea citesc eu ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Ce ţi-ai dorit şi ai primit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O iubire de-o vara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Care a fost filmul tău preferat din acest an?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;24. Ce ai făcut de ziua ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am petrecut La Motoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Cum ai descrie stilul tău vestimentar în 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parca putin mai rafinat decat de obicei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ce te-a menţinut pe linia de plutire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faptul ca si cei din jurul meu erau in acelasi rahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. De cine ţi-a fost dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Theodore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Spune-ne o lecţie de valoare învăţată în 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ete fas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-2787167190185343311?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2787167190185343311/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=2787167190185343311' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2787167190185343311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2787167190185343311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/01/leapsa-sau-ce-am-realizat-in-2009.html' title='Leapsa sau Ce am realizat in 2009'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-224828587169655822</id><published>2010-01-12T22:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:33:07.846+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamo'/><title type='text'>You can be my Yoko Ono</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eeeee Oooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired of using tehchnology ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am observat ca in ultimul timp incep sa ma exprim prin versuri din melodii. Cred ca e ceva normal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fine ... am vrut sa scriu zilele trecute pe blog pentru ca aveam o gramada de idei. Si asta reprezenta si motivul pentru care nu am scris. Nu-mi puteam pune in ordine ideile. Iar acum cand am chef sa scriu au disparut toate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum doua zile mi s-a indeplinit un vis. Am facut poza cu un fotbalist de la Dinamo. De fapt cu 3. Marius Niculae, Andrei Cristea si Liviu Ganea. Tremuram ca Flubber cand eram langa ei. La un moment dat cred ca mi se oprise si inima :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce lame e postu' asta. Da' il public totusi. Oricum nu citeste nimeni ce scriu eu aici. E ca un jurnal intim. E mai sigur si decat ala clasic cu lacatel si cheita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A, sa nu uit de:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"De maine ma apuc de invatat!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-224828587169655822?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/224828587169655822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=224828587169655822' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/224828587169655822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/224828587169655822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-can-be-my-yoko-ono.html' title='You can be my Yoko Ono'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-8839697343672360262</id><published>2010-01-05T21:41:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:07:45.996+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Revelion 2010 sau Cum am fost sef de galerie pentru cateva minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0OZhy6qeWI/AAAAAAAAADw/pWDd9O3vSMo/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0OZhy6qeWI/AAAAAAAAADw/pWDd9O3vSMo/s200/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423347182166767970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dupa cum am spus, am inceput revelionu' cu un mic accident. Chiar inainte sa ajungem la cabana. Am petrecut alaturi de Ioana (ca de obicei), prietenul ei - Victor, Lori si mai tarziu ni s-au alaturat si Vuvu + Manu :) &lt;p&gt;In seara de 30 ne-am batut cu zapada imbracati doar in tricouri si nu ne era frig, multumita vinului baut inainte. Apoi dupa ce ne-am uscat, am iesit iar afara unde am mai stat cateva ore bune. Incepuse deja sa se incalzeasca, zapada se topea si nu se simtea nici un firicel de vant. Si, in acea minunta seara mi s-a indeplinit un vis mai vechi. Partial. Acu' cativa ani visam sa devin sef de galerie. Nu stiu de ce, pentru ca nici macar nu mergeam la meciuri sa vad ce face un sef de galerie. Pur si simplu imi doream ca o mare de oameni sa cante dupa ce dau eu tonul. Mai tarziu, mergand la meciuri am constatat ca n-o sa ajung niciodata sef de galerie, si poate nici ultras. Astfel, cu o zi inainte de revelion eu si Ioana am inceput sa cantam cantece din galerie. Si ni s-a alaturat si un var, care e de fapt unchi, dar diferenta de varsta e mult prea mica pentru a-i spune "Unchiule!". Asa ca pentru cateva minute am fost sef de galerie, chiar daca "galeria" era formata doar din 2 persoane. Si am cantat asta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;S-a auzit in tara de-un grup de alcoolisti,&lt;br /&gt;Ce se pisa pe steaua, sunt anti-rapidisti!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt imbracati in rosu, culoarea cea misto,&lt;br /&gt;Dau foc la stadioane, sunt fanii DINAMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a auzit ca-n ghencea e-o galerie mare,&lt;br /&gt;Ii spune armata ultra, se crede cea mai tare &lt;br /&gt;Am fost la ei acasa, dar n-au avut noroc &lt;br /&gt;Intai le-am dat la muie, apoi le-am dat si foc!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minunat, absolut minunat a fost!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A, si sa nu uit! Aveti grija cand jucati biliard cu mine anu' asta ca am intrat in 2010 cu bila alba in buzunar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0Ob07A7T8I/AAAAAAAAAD4/iFOwk8AJW3c/s400/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423349709781290946" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0Ob1PxQhtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2MkFiG2Z_Ds/s400/DSC01323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423349715352717010" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0Ob1rnNDYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cZKql4OMsMU/s400/DSC01325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423349722826739074" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0Ob1zqBPyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YVGGOFiPP2U/s400/DSC01329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423349724986031906" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8400130965552876206-8839697343672360262?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/8839697343672360262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=8839697343672360262' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/8839697343672360262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/8839697343672360262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/01/revelion-2010-sau-cum-am-fost-sef-de.html' title='Revelion 2010 sau Cum am fost sef de galerie pentru cateva minute'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/S0OZhy6qeWI/AAAAAAAAADw/pWDd9O3vSMo/s72-c/DSC01347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-6237232525476904781</id><published>2010-01-05T21:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:40:47.415+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Si s-a dus si 2009. Un an bunicel, chiar bun as putea spune. Am "supravietuit" vietii la camin, am trecut de primul an de facultate (cu o diferenta, ce-i drept), am trait o iubire de-o vara, am fost in Grecia, am fost in prima deplasare cu Dinamo, l-am cunoscut pe mentorul meu si sunt in trupa de teatru a facultatii. Sunt realizari oarecum obisnuite, dar sunt mandra de ele. Din pacate insa, finalul lui 2009 nu a fost prea incantator. Am trecut prin 2 accidente de masina intr-o singura luna, nu foarte grave, dar care m-au speriat, iar momentele de impact imi mai revin si acum in minte. Continuand in acelasi ritm, si anul 2010 mi-a adus primul necaz. In prima zi de facultate am primit o veste foarte proasta. Un coleg de grupa este in coma. Nu mi-a venit sa cred cand am aflat. Si ma revolta faptul ca eram singura care nu stia de chestia asta. Ma doare sufletul pentru ce s-a intamplat si nu e drept ca Dumnezeu sa loveasca in astfel de persoane! Azi i-am vazut si pe prietenii lui, tot colegi de grupa, venind la facultate. Cei care ma cunosc stiu ca eu sufar cel mai mult de suferinta altora. Nu suport sa vad oameni suferind. Iar ei erau atat de tristi ca aproape nu puteam sa-i recunosc. Trebuie sa se reuneasa Grupul Vesel cat mai curand. Pentru ca ei il fac pe sef (=prof) sa rada, deci ei fac treaba sa mearga. Si pana sa nu se intample nenorocirea asta nu am realizat cat de mult imi pasa de colegii mei pe care poate nici nu-i cunosc prea bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-6237232525476904781?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/6237232525476904781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=6237232525476904781' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/6237232525476904781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/6237232525476904781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-7065394946103636462</id><published>2009-12-20T10:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:00:54.647+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Sarbatori fericite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/merry%20christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 290px;" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/merry%20christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am 12 minute la dispozitie sa scriu acest post, altfel voi pierde trenul spre Focsani. Din pacate, ma duc in pustietate si pana pe 3 ianuarie n-o sa mai am acces la internet. N-am nici un plan pentru Revelion. Craciunul deja nu mai conteaza. Aveam de gand sa fac rost de niste 'sandvisuri' ca sa fie si pentru mine un Craciun fericit. Dar n-am mai avut timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dC_U7Uxer6w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E cam aiurea afara ca a nins mult azi noapte si cu siguranta trenurile vor avea intarziere. Dar sper sa ajung la timp sa prind si autobuzul catre ţărănoaia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, va urez tuturor un Craciun Fericit (adica lu' Manuela si Catalin ca ei sunt singurii care citesc acest blog), un An Nou mai bun fara restante si diferente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A, si sa nu uitam de traditionalul "M##e Steaua!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-7065394946103636462?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/7065394946103636462/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=7065394946103636462' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/7065394946103636462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/7065394946103636462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/12/sarbatori-fericite.html' title='Sarbatori fericite!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-8429645324458436332</id><published>2009-12-16T22:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:14:12.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><title type='text'>Joia celor 3 cafele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Maine e joi. O zi speciala. Cea mai minunata zi din saptamana. Pe langa faptul ca e ziua mea norocoasa, este o zi mai deosebita, in care am mai multa energie. Datorata celor 3 cafele. Am obiceiul de a bea 2 cafele pe zi. Una dimineata acasa si una cand ajung la facultate. Joi insa am un laborator de la ora 9. Locuind destul de departe (Baneasa) ma aduce tata dimineata cu masina la scoala. El incepand programul la ora 8 inseamna ca si eu ajung la facultate tot la 8. Dar joia avand de la 9 am o ora in plus. Asa ca dupa ce beau cea mai buna cafea dimineata (Jacobs Intense 3 in 1) in jur de 7:30 ajung pe la Cismigiu. Asa ca ma duc la Mc si beau si acolo o cafea. Cafeaua de la Mc mi se pare de asemenea ... absolut de vis. Si apoi pornesc frumos spre facultate. Bineinteles ca fiind putin paranoia plec mai devreme ca nu cumva sa intarzii si ajung prima, nemaifiind nimeni la ora aia la etajul 4 (unde se tine laboratorul). Asa ca imi mai iau o cafea de la automatul de la parter si o savurez fumand si cateva tigari. Apoi incep sa apara si colegii. Dupa 3 cafele am ceva mai multa energie asa ca incep sa ii stresez. Ma iau de Steaua ca sa-i oftic pe colegii mei stelisti, ma leg de parul unui coleg ca se da cu o tona de fixativ sau spuma (niciodata nu pot sa retin care din ele e) si fac misto de tocilarii care-si fac referatele ca la carte pentru respectivul laborator, desi nu sta nimeni sa le citeasca. Stiu ca am momente in care sunt de-a dreptul enervanta, dar cred ca s-au obisnuit cu mine deja.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi place ziua de joi. Mai ales ca se incheie si cu o repetitie la teatru (btw, sunt in trupa de teatru a facultatii).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maine, din pacate, este ultima joi cu 3 cafele din anul 2009. Vina vacanta ... Va fi o vacanta foarte trista despre care probabil o sa scriu in urmatorul post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"De la anu' ma apuc de invatat!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-8429645324458436332?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/8429645324458436332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=8429645324458436332' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/8429645324458436332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/8429645324458436332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/12/joia-celor-3-cafele.html' title='Joia celor 3 cafele'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-2026589659868965205</id><published>2009-12-08T23:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:18:09.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinamo'/><title type='text'>De ce e blogul meu atat de lame?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm .... oare pentru ca si eu sunt la fel? Cred ca da. Chiar nu pot sa inteleg ca nu sunt facuta pentru asta. Sa scriu chestii pe care apoi sa le public nu este chiar o idee buna. Inainte parca mai aveam ceva talent. Mai apareau articole semnate de mine pe dinamo-online.net, ba chiar in anii din urma scriam aproape saptamanal pentru Sportul de Vrancea. Acum m-am reprofilat pe niste chestii la care oricum nu prea excelez: facultate si teatru. Aaaaa, si pe ultraserie. Oare o sa ajung vreodata ultras? Un hooligan mi-a spus ca poate in 8-9 ani se va intampla asta. Dar nu cred ... Ori devin ultras in vreo 2-3 ani, ori raman un simplu suporter din peluza. Vreau si eu sa vopsesc mesaje, sa fac coregrafii, sa merg in deplasari, sa ma bat cu stelistii ... Oare o sa ma ia vreodata cineva in serios? Sa speram .... Desi nu se stie ce va mai fi in fotbalul romanesc peste cativa ani. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In alta ordine de idei, cica Mircea Badea ar renunta la binecunoscuta fraza cu care isi incheia fiecare emisiune. Eu cred ca tocmai mi-am gasit un 'motto' cu care inchei fiecare post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"De maine ma apuc de invatat!"&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/8400130965552876206-2026589659868965205?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2026589659868965205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=2026589659868965205' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2026589659868965205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/2026589659868965205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-ce-e-blogul-meu-atat-de-lame.html' title='De ce e blogul meu atat de lame?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-1733985706403012998</id><published>2009-11-21T17:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:05:09.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='al pacino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Ce se intampla cand nu mai gandesti lucid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/SwgBoMvXNfI/AAAAAAAAADo/5mDYcvN3gxY/s1600/x-al-pacino-manichiura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/SwgBoMvXNfI/AAAAAAAAADo/5mDYcvN3gxY/s320/x-al-pacino-manichiura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406573142784554482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb ce Dumnezeu l-a determinat sa-si vopseasca unghiile in albastru? Un actor atat de genial si respectabil ... Oare sa-l fi atins deja "boala" cumplita de care nu scapa aproape nimeni numita BATRANETE ? Nu m-am gandit ca marile personalitati ar putea imbatrani vreodata. Ma uit cu groaza cum se modifica din ce in ce mai rapid chipurile actorilor si actritelor. Nu e drept!  Unii ar trebuie sa ramana vesnici tineri. Pentru ca nu merita sa imbatraneasca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-1733985706403012998?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/1733985706403012998/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=1733985706403012998' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1733985706403012998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1733985706403012998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-se-intampla-cand-nu-mai-gandesti_21.html' title='Ce se intampla cand nu mai gandesti lucid?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/SwgBoMvXNfI/AAAAAAAAADo/5mDYcvN3gxY/s72-c/x-al-pacino-manichiura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4251448132152260230</id><published>2009-11-08T00:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:43:31.916+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Asa sunt eu alternativ/ Cam maniaco-depresiv...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Asa spun cei de la Sarmalele Reci intr-un vers din melodia &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqZ3Kd-YInI"&gt;"Maniac"&lt;/a&gt;. Ma cam regasesc in melodia asta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pana acum ceva timp aveam impresia ca ma indragostesc foarte usor. Imi trebuia mai putin de un minut si deja imi imaginam viitorul alaturi de o persoana pe care poate nici nu stiam cum o cheama. Noapte de noapte ma macina imaginea ei si eram convisa ca iarasi m-am indragostit. Nu stiu ce m-a oprit pana acum sa vad ca de fapt toate astea erau niste obsesii. Pentru ca nu te poti indragosti de o persoana cu care ai schimbat doua vorbe pe facebook, ca apoi sa vezi un tip dragut in autobuz si sa te indragostesti de el, uitand de &lt;em&gt;loverul&lt;/em&gt; de pe net. Acum ca am ajuns la concluzia ca e vorba doar de niste obsesii ma framanta si mai mult problema. Si parca sentimentele s-au intensificat considerabil. Sau poate de data asta chiar m-am indragostit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aseara am adormit cu EL in gand. Desigur, in fiecare seara adorm cu gandul la tipul de care ma "indragostesc" in ziua respectiva. Dar acum ... parca e ceva diferit. Si l-am visat. Niciodata nu mi s-a intamplat sa visez pe cineva care-mi place. Un vis absolut banal, in care EL a aparut o fractiune de secunda. Si doar din profil. A trecut prin fata mea. Si nu avea tricoul pe el. Ma bufneste rasul cand realizez cat de lame e totul. Nici macar nu era sexy! Cred ca sunt asa frustrata pentru ca stiu ca n-am sa-l revad prea curand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maine ma duc la meci. Dinamo - Rapid. Am sa ma reindragostesc de Tamas. Ca tot e ziua lui de nume. Si poimaine (9 noiembrie) e si ziua lui de nastere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi-e dor de Theodore ... Nici acum nu mi-a trecut obsesia asta. A, nu am povestit de Theodore. Theodore e un curvar mincinos incredibil de frumos. L-am cunoscut in Grecia. Era chelner ... Si brunet. Si atat de minunat ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Asa-i la mine dragostea&lt;br /&gt;Este manie nu manea..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8400130965552876206-4251448132152260230?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4251448132152260230/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4251448132152260230' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4251448132152260230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4251448132152260230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/11/asa-sunt-eu-alternativ-cam-maniaco.html' title='Asa sunt eu alternativ/ Cam maniaco-depresiv...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3041437379050294580</id><published>2009-09-15T18:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:28:28.220+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Muzica romaneasca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;De vreo luna de zile am redescoperit muzica romaneasca. Melodii din ultimii 10 ani, care la momentul acela erau hit-uri, le auzeai zilnic la radio si te obisnuiai cu ele. Nu-ti mai trezeau nici un sentiment. Dar acum cand le reasculti cu atentie, parca e altceva. Cat de minunate mi se par melodiile de la Bere Gratis ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/KarinePaula/ae956838609604.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/KarinePaula/ae956838609604.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bere Gratis - La tine as vrea sa vin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-3041437379050294580?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3041437379050294580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3041437379050294580' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3041437379050294580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3041437379050294580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/09/muzica-romaneasca.html' title='Muzica romaneasca'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-5742841216070831944</id><published>2009-09-15T13:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:31:16.475+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Filme bune vazute in ultimul timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq96-F7wheI/AAAAAAAAADg/xLnGO-DhGdQ/s1600-h/3571253_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq96-F7wheI/AAAAAAAAADg/xLnGO-DhGdQ/s200/3571253_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381655286894331362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vara asta a fost un maraton de filme. Pana acum preferam sa vad niste comedii usoare care sa nu ma oboseasca prea tare. Vara asta s-a schimbat situatie. Mafie, actiune, Jason Statham sunt doar cateva din elementele prezente in filmele pe care le-am vizualizat in ultimele luni.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodfellas (1990) - &lt;/strong&gt;Un trio exceptional: Robert De Niro, Ray Liotta si Joe Pesci. Nu cred ca sunt prea multe de spus, decat: "You know, we always called each other good fellas. Like you said to, uh, somebody, :You're gonna like this guy. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's one of us.: You understand? We were good fellas. Wiseguys." E un must see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog Day Afternoon (1975) &lt;/strong&gt;- Joc extraordinar al lui Al Pacino in rolul unui spargator de banca, alaturi de John Cazale (amandoi regasindu-se in distributia The Godfather I si II). Filmul este inspirat din fapte reale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels (1998), Snatch (2000), RocknRolla (2008) &lt;/strong&gt;- 3 filme geniale, in regia lui Guy Ritchie. Replici memorabile. Lock, Stock e primul film in care a jucat Jason Statham. Bonus: o faza din Snatch de care imi amintesc intruna si ma bufneste rasul oriunde m-as afla:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oK_trZhVdk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2oK_trZhVdk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cellular (2004) &lt;/strong&gt;- Continuand cu filmele lui Jason Staham, nu pot spune ca Cellular e un must see. In schimb, povestea e destul de interesanta, impuscaturi, urmariri, Kim Basinger si o doza suficienta de suspans. Adevarul e ca n-am mai stat asa cu sufletul la gura de la meciul Slovan - Dinamo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chaos (2005) &lt;/strong&gt;- Tot Jason Statham intr-un rol asemanator cu cel din Cellular. Film inteligent, cu o actiune destul de buna. La un moment dat ai impresia ca e genul ala de film in care ala rau anticipeaza miscarile aluia bun si ii pregateste fel de fel de suprize neplacute. Spre final iti dai seama ca de fapt nu e asa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Die Hard (1988), Die Hard 2 (1990), Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995), Live Free or Die Hard (2007) &lt;/strong&gt;- Genul tipic de film pe care il poti viziona sambata seara pe Pro TV. Initial ai crede ca e plin de clisee, dar de fapt, vizionand aceasta serie iti dai seama cum s-au nascut cliseele din filmele de actiune. Filme bune, cu exceptia ultimului care o da in SF-uri destul de mari. Dar merge pentru o seara cu prietenii care nu critica irealitatea din filme. "Yippie-Kai-Yay, Motherfucker!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se7en (1995) &lt;/strong&gt; - Schimband putin stilul, Seven este un thriller interesant cu Morgan Freeman si Brad Pitt in roluri de detectivi ce sunt pe urmele unui criminal in serie. Subiect interesant si final imprevizibil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running with Scissors (2006) &lt;/strong&gt;- In regia lui Ryan Murphy (un regizor cu idei ceva mai weird), filmul relateaza povestea lui Augusten Burroughs, un tanar gay care este abandonat de familie si care locuieste in casa psihologului mamei sale, alaturi de o familie ai carei membri nu sunt chiar cei mai normali oameni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Actually (2003) &lt;/strong&gt;- Cea mai buna comedie romantica pe care am vazut-o vreodata. Cu actori celebri (Colin Firth, Liam Neeson, Keira Knightley, Hugh Grant, Alan Rickman etc), filmul reprezinta un intreg album de povesti de dragoste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-5742841216070831944?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/5742841216070831944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=5742841216070831944' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5742841216070831944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/5742841216070831944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/09/filme-bune-vazute-in-ultimul-timp.html' title='Filme bune vazute in ultimul timp'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq96-F7wheI/AAAAAAAAADg/xLnGO-DhGdQ/s72-c/3571253_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3679018522107767735</id><published>2009-09-15T13:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:22:48.657+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii... Patrick Swayze'/><title type='text'>A murit Patrick Swayze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq9q1C6XHGI/AAAAAAAAADI/0PPRd17pfp8/s1600-h/patrick_swayze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq9q1C6XHGI/AAAAAAAAADI/0PPRd17pfp8/s200/patrick_swayze.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381637539278298210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diagnosticat in ianuarie 2008 cu cancer pancreatic, Patrick Swayze a mai rezistat un an si jumatate insa, din pacate, in aceasta dimineata (15 septembrie 2009) a incetat din viata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rest in peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-3679018522107767735?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3679018522107767735/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3679018522107767735' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3679018522107767735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3679018522107767735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/09/murit-patrick-swayze.html' title='A murit Patrick Swayze'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq9q1C6XHGI/AAAAAAAAADI/0PPRd17pfp8/s72-c/patrick_swayze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-9067991102676869497</id><published>2009-09-14T10:46:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:16:27.301+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii... grecia vacanta'/><title type='text'>Servicii Internet (3) sau Cum am petrecut vara asta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq3-vIVuWGI/AAAAAAAAABg/yYrik8j0uQA/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq3-vIVuWGI/AAAAAAAAABg/yYrik8j0uQA/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381237215423518818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da, stiu ca nu m-am tinut de cuvant si nu am postat prea des. Dar de acum, gata! Promit sa ma tin de blogu' asta. Sa incep prin a va spune cum s-a finalizat problema la S.I. Am fos la restanta. Am luat-o. Au ras de mine ca am putut avea restanta la o materie atat de penibila. Bine, ulterior am aflat ca nu e obligatoriu sa ma duc la examen ca fiind materie facultativa nu se pune ca restanta. Whatever ... In schimb, m-a ajutat la ceva treaba asta. Cu o seara inainte de examen nu stiam daca sa ma mai duc sau nu. Era meciul Steaua - Dinamo. Am zis sa ma uit la meci dupa care sa ma apuc sa invat si eu cate ceva ca nu citisem nimic pentru examen. HaHaHa! A batut Dinamo pe Ghencea. Fericire, bere, tigari si somn. Canci invatat! M-am dus totusi a doua zi si am luat 8. Pe cunostintele mele de pana atunci. Pe cultura mea generala. Mama ... ce geniu m-am simtit! Si inca ma simt. Pentru ca, sa va spun un secret, eu chiar sunt un geniu. Da' de ala neinteles. &lt;p&gt;In fine. Vara asta mi-am facut veacu' prin tari straine.  O saptamana de vis in Grecia. Cu inca 3 prietene: Ioana, Lori si Misa. Frumos. Foarte frumos. Insula Corfu este o splendoare. Plina de vegetatie si de ... englezi. Dimineata plaja, dupa-amiza piscina si in fiecare seara bagam cate o supradoza de cocktail-uri. Femei mai urate ca grecoaicele nu cred ca exista. Dar nici barbati mai frumosi ca grecii. Am facut si o mica croaziera pe o plaja pustie numita Paradise Beach. Plaja paradisului pe dracu! ca a fost oribil! Nu era nici un fir de nisip. Numai pietre, care dupa ora 12 ardeau asa tare ca nu puteai sa calci descult pe ele. Apa era foarte limpede si frumoasa, dar mult prea rece. Iar eu sunt e persoana care nu se teme de apa rece si care facea baie intr-un rau de munte cu temperatura de vreo 10 grade. Dar apa aia iti ingheta sufletul cu totul. Un lucru a fost bun. Vin si sucuri la discretie. Moca, desigur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lumea, foarte serviabila pe acolo. In orice local intram, veneau chelnerii la noi si faceau conversatie. Unii care ne simpatizau ne mai dadeau si niste whisky cu cola din partea casei. Toate cocktail-urile lor vin impreuna cu o umbreluta de aia, o felie de pepene (rosu sau galben) infipta in pahar si artificii de alea de care pui in pom de Craciun. Astia cred ca sunt tristi ca n-au si ei zapada de Craciun si s-au gandit ca ar fi bine ca pentru ei sa fie Sarbatori de Iarna in fiecare zi. In schimb si plaja din Acharavi (statiunea in care am stat) cam la fel de naspa ca si aia de pe plaja paradisului. Desi foarte curata (un muc de tigara nu zareai), erau foarte multe pietre. In apa, la mal, erau niste alge scarboase. Si ca sa ajungi intr-un loc unde sa-ti treaca apa de brau trebuia sa mergi ceva. Dar, la urma urmei, a fost frumos. Am stiut sa ne distram. Ne-am facut praf in fiecare seara, lucru care era imposibil de evitat cu atatea bauturi la dispozitie. Ne-am clatit ochii cu niste dansatori greci foarte sexi. Ne-am plimbat cu vaporasu'. Ce mai, cea mai frumoasa experienta pe care am trait-o pana la modesta varsta de 20 de ani!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe vapor, cu Misa, in drum spre Insula Corfu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4BQ7wrgpI/AAAAAAAAABw/jvqLjw4bMzk/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381239995185726098" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pina Colada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4BR_R0LbI/AAAAAAAAACA/pxZfgycmmgI/s320/DSC00653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381240013309881778" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lori a fost neserioasa si nu si-a terminat cocktail-ul, asa ca am avut grija eu si Ioana de el&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4EiM4essI/AAAAAAAAACo/ttSQD5MLkP0/s320/SDC13072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243590374503106" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Langa un pom dragut, in curtea casei in care am stat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4BRaUOE0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Up1gOSDfo9k/s320/DSC00635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381240003387855682" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In portul Paleokastritsa, inainte de a ajunge pe Paradise Beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4BSa8MKBI/AAAAAAAAACI/K8rBBm_aheA/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381240020735371282" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu Lori si Ioana in apa la Paradise Beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4BSqpNIDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/dpVPon4t4cY/s320/DSC00706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381240024950710322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Misa si Ioana la piscina; am constatat ca seamana foarte bine una cu alta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4EiRiwJvI/AAAAAAAAACw/MvHnxIcWHas/s320/SDC13215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243591625549554" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se pare ca ele nu suporta ideea ca seamana intre ele&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4Ei3w8hFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c4kMh_Y47iE/s320/SDC13225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243601885627474" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Noii mei ochelari de soare Jean Reno style&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4EhYGZ3jI/AAAAAAAAACY/vUE2sfKniAE/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243576205827634" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu Ioana, pe vaporas, in drum spre casa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4Ehqr8U7I/AAAAAAAAACg/Btvnt2FLn_g/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381243581195113394" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu Lori si Misa pe vaporas, dupa ce tocmai spusesem: "Anunta-ma si pe mine daca ma prinzi in poza"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq4GJeoClUI/AAAAAAAAADA/UHJ1m99YC4g/s320/SDC13280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381245364663915842" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-9067991102676869497?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/9067991102676869497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=9067991102676869497' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/9067991102676869497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/9067991102676869497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/09/servicii-internet-3-sau-cum-am-petrecut.html' title='Servicii Internet (3) sau Cum am petrecut vara asta'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wun-gNWVbJQ/Sq3-vIVuWGI/AAAAAAAAABg/yYrik8j0uQA/s72-c/DSC00857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-1796015418399783508</id><published>2009-06-15T16:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:07:20.274+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><title type='text'>Servicii Internet (2)</title><content type='html'>Ce credeti ca s-a intamplat? Da, am restanta la S.I. Am fost dimineata sa dau examenul, dar am ajuns prea tarziu. Profu' trimisese deja notele. Shit! Am restanta la o materie de cacat, care pe langa faptul ca e facultativa am mai platit si 60 de lei pt cursurile care nici macar nu prea s-au tinut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-1796015418399783508?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/1796015418399783508/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=1796015418399783508' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1796015418399783508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1796015418399783508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/06/servicii-internet-2.html' title='Servicii Internet (2)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-329483206630252066</id><published>2009-06-11T22:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:52:39.560+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facultate'/><title type='text'>Servicii Internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sunt studenta in primul an la Facultatea de Electronica, Telecomunicatii si Tehnologia Informatiei din cadrul Politehnicii. Toate bune si frumoase. Mi-am dorit foarte mult sa intru la aceasta facultate. Parintii m-au sustinut, m-am inscris, am dat admitere si uite-ma acum la finalul primului an. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La inceputul anului a trebuit sa semnez niste contracte de studiu in care se specifica ca trebuie sa aleg si niste optionale. Foarte bine ... Intre Software pt Birotica si Grafica Inginereasca am ales-o pe prima, iar dintre materiile umaniste am ales Cultura si Civilizatie Europeana ca deh ... imi place istoria. Mai departe erau si niste discipline facultative. Si zaresc Servicii Internet. Citesc descrierea: HTML, MySQL, Java etc. Asta-i frate! Hai sa invat ceva in plus ca pana mea, o sa-mi fie de folos. Si bifez casuta cu Servicii Internet (S.I.). Pentru disciplina asta trebuia sa platesc 60 lei. Foarte bine, ca nah... ma gandeam eu, n-o fi totul chiar pe gratis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si ma duc la primul curs ... Cursurile de S.I. se tineau vineri seara de la ora 18 la 20. Si vine un nene peltic si ne explica faptul ca materia va fi impartita in 3. Practic se vor tine 3 cursuri de cate 4 ore incepand cu ora 18. Tataie ... cine crezi ca iti vine tie vineri la 10 seara la facultate pt un curs??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vazand cum sta treaba am zis ca poate pot renunta la acest curs. Laboranta de la Software imi spune ca pot sa renunt si sa ma duc la secretariat. M-am dus. Secretara nu stia nimic. Am umblat pe la o gramada de profesori ... toti imi spuneau chestii diferite. Ba ca pot renunta, ba ca nu pot. Dupa cateva zile apare pe site-ul facultatii ca cei care nu platesc taxele pentru disciplinele facultative urmeaza a fi exmatriculati. Sa-mi pica fata ... Intr-un final am luat hotararea sa particip la acest curs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fine ... mi-am facut si eu veacul la cel de-al 2-lea curs si ... cam atat. Materialele de la curs se gaseau pe net, iar noi trebuia sa venim doar la examen. Noroc de Teo (un bun prieten despre care am sa povestesc intr-un alt post) ca se mai ducea pe la cursuri si ma tinea la curent cu ce se mai intampla pe la S.I. Buuun ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intr-o noapte, in jur de ora 2 ma chinuiam sa adorm. Hmmm ... ce zi a fost azi? 29 mai ... Data asta suna destul de cunoscut. N-am dat importanta. A doua zi (sambata) ma trezesc brusc pe la ora 7. Si imi amintesc ... 29 mai 2009 - Examen final S.I.    #$^^*&amp;amp;(#@#!@$#&amp;amp;^$#$&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn!!! Am uitat sa ma duc la examen. Dupa ce ca am platit 60 lei si mai sunt si integralista sa am acum restanta la S.I. Imposibil! Ii trimit mesaj lui Teo: "Am avut cumva ieri examen la S.I.?". Raspuns: "Da" Fir-ar sa fie de treaba ... Dupa cateva ore primesc telefon tot de la Teo care-mi da vestea cea buna cum ca se mai poate da examen si in sesiune, adica prin iunie. Oooo ... perfect in cazul asta! Ma linistisem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intru azi (11 iunie) pe internet pe site-ul cu informatiile despre materiile legate de informatica. 9 iunie - examen S.I.  Baga-mi-as picioarele sa-mi bag ... Iar am ratat examenul! Nu se poate asa ceva! Ii trimit mail profului cum ca "stiti ... sa vedeti cum sta treaba ... ca nu am putut ajunge la examen ... si ca nu as vrea sa am restanta la o materie care nici macar nu e obligatorie...". Mi-a raspuns saracu' si mi-a zis sa vin luni cel tarziu sa dau examenul. Yeeey!!! That's life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mai ramas o singura problema ... sa nu uit luni sa ma duc!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-329483206630252066?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/329483206630252066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=329483206630252066' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/329483206630252066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/329483206630252066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/06/servicii-internet.html' title='Servicii Internet'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4843108905419915619</id><published>2009-06-09T15:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:21:15.047+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nebunia Furtunii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Nebunia Furtunii ( part 1)</title><content type='html'> Am cunoscut-o pe Jolene acum 2 ani. Era o dimineata ploioasa de aprilie cand incercam sa deslusesc scrisul domnului Stone de pe o foaie galbena de agenda ce o gasisem in dosarul la care trebuia sa lucrez in acea saptamana. “De luat pantalonii de la croitor, de platit facturile, concedierea lenesului de Henry …” erau scrise pe acea bucata de hartie in mare graba. &lt;br /&gt;- Michael! Mike! Cred ca iar am ratacit foile din agenda. N-ai gasit cumva niste foi galbene din agenda de la nevasta-mea?&lt;br /&gt;- Sincer sa fiu domnule, chiar am gasit una. Poftiti!&lt;br /&gt;Cum i-am intins foaia s-a si luminat la fata.&lt;br /&gt;- Pantaloni, facturi, concediere… Fir-ar sa fie! Era sa uit! Henry! Henry Jones! Esti concediat!&lt;br /&gt;Incepuse sa se enerveze si nu inceta sa tipe! Ar fi fost mult mai usor sa se duca direct la Henry sa-i vestea cea “buna” decat sa urle prin biroul meu.&lt;br /&gt;- Mike, du-te in biroul de alaturi si ajut-o pe noua domnisoara sa se instaleze in birou. Si-a adus o multime de rahaturi si cred ca are ceva nevoie de ajutor. A angajat-o Kringle. A avut niste recomandari foarte bune. Si a facut facultatea in Europa. Pare fata desteapta doar ca e putin cam … cum sa-ti explic…&lt;br /&gt;Si domnul Stone cazuse pe ganduri. Statu cateva clipe si apoi iesi din birou fara sa mai spuna nimic. Oare ce vroia sa spuna prin “putin cam…”?  Mi-am aranjat cravata si am plecat sa vad care-i treaba cu noua angajata. Am intrat in biroul ei fara sa bat la usa si am surprins-o in timp ce vorbea la telefon. Spunea ceva de niste bagaje pe care se pare ca cei de la aeroport le incurcasera sau, mai rau, le ratacisera. Am lasat-o sa termine convorbirea si am iesit pe hol cu gandul sa beau o cafea. &lt;br /&gt;Lucram la Splasher de cativa ani. Era un mediu placut, ore decente de munca si un salariu ce-mi permitea sa traiesc lejer alaturi de sotia mea, Donna. Abia ne mutasem intr-un apartament dragut pentru ca nu mai puteam locui cu ai mei. Aveam nevoie de intimitate. Donna era o chelnerita frumoasa, cu buze senzuale si picioare lungi care mi-a furat inima de prima oara cum o vazusem. Am stat putin timp impreuna si ne-am si luat. O nunta restransa, in stil clasic si Mike renuntase la titlul de burlac.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene parea ca terminase de vorbit la telefon asa ca am intrat din nou in biroul ei. Am facut cunostinta si asa cum mi-am imaginat, mi-a povestit ca cei de la aeroport ii ratacisera bagajele. I-am promis ca o voi ajuta sa-si rezolve problema si am inceput sa o ajut cu aranjarea biroului. Intradevar, chiar isi adusese o gramada de prostii care nu ii foloseau la nimic. Se pare ca toate ii aminteau de ceva sau de cineva. Mi-a spus cate ceva despre ea, iar eu eram uimit cu cata usurinta putea vorbi stiind ca poate nu-si va mai vedea niciodata bagajele. Adica ii pasa atat de mult de pietricele pe care le-a asezat pe un raft si de lumanarile parfumate in forma de animale decat de hainele si lucrurile ei cu adevarat folositoare? &lt;br /&gt;In fine, am aflat despre ea ca este din Croatia, tara de care siner nu prea auzisem, ca avea 26 de ani si ca era prima oara pentru ea cand venea in State. Nu era locul de munca ideal pentru ea, dar se pare ca era in orasul ei preferat, Newark, New Jersey. Citise in ziare ca aici a avut loc unul din cele mai mari concerte de jazz, genul ei preferat de muzica. Si spera ca atunci cand familia si prietenii o vor intreba in ce oras lucreaza ei sa inteleaga “New York” in loc de “Newark”.&lt;br /&gt;Avea un stil care ma facea sa ma simt confortabil in prezenta ei. Nu se uita prea des in ochii mei si imi placea accentul ei european. In acea zi, am luat impreuna pranzul pentru ca nu cunostea pe altcineva din firma. Asa ca in timpul pauzei de masa i-am prezentat si pe ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;- John, Andy si David, ea este Jolene!&lt;br /&gt;- Se pare ca cineva a ascultat cam mult Dolly Parton! rosti David inecanduse in rasul  lui isteric.&lt;br /&gt;- Asa e! Tatal meu este un mare fan. Dar puteti sa-mi spuneti Jo, e mai simplu.&lt;br /&gt;- Am un anunt de facut! incepu Andy sa tipe bucuros. Maine este ziua mea asa ca va astept pe toti dupa program la Restaurant Hill. &lt;br /&gt;- Se pare ca voi veni singur maine, i-am spus. Donna are cursuri de dans maine seara.&lt;br /&gt;- Lasa Mike, ca iti gasim noi tie o partenera. Poate iubitul lui Jolene nu are chef sa ne onoreze cu prezenta asa ca o poti insoti pe noua noastra colega.&lt;br /&gt;O abordare destul de urata, sa fim sinceri, insa chiar asa ramasese. Urma sa merg a doua zi la petrecere cu Jolene pentru ca spre marea mea surprindere, momentan era singura. Oare ce parere ar avea Donna despre asta? Ar fi geloasa? Ar putea crede ca as insela-o? Nici nu stiu de unde erau gandurile astea pentru ca eu si Jolene eram doar simpli colegi si mai mult decat atat, abia ne cunosteam.&lt;br /&gt;Se facuse seara si ploaia nu inceta sa se opreasca. Am dus-o pe Jolene acasa cu masina, apoi mi-am continuat drumul spre micul meu apartament in care ma astepta scumpa mea Donna. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-4843108905419915619?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4843108905419915619/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4843108905419915619' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4843108905419915619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4843108905419915619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/06/nebunia-furtunii-part-1.html' title='Nebunia Furtunii ( part 1)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3516759167563624794</id><published>2009-06-04T16:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:50:23.233+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Astrele sunt de partea mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bai, ce noroc am avut azi! Eu, care pana acum eram super ghinionista, in ultimul timp sunt extraordinar de norocoasa. Pentru cele 2 examene pe care le-am avut azi n-am invatat absolut nimic. Si ce crezi? Am stiut sa scriu destul. Pana mea! Incep sa ma simt prost. Ii vad pe astia cum invata ca tampitii si iau punctaje mai mici decat mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar am ramas fara bani. Nu stiu cum reusesc sa cheltui banii atat de repede. Daca m-as lasa de fumat as economisi foarte mult. Dar nu am nici un motiv sa ma las. E bine ca acus se termina scoala si o sa ma mut la ai mei. Da, e putin ciudat. Eu stau la camin si ai mei locuiesc tot in Bucuresti, in acelasi cartier. Imi convine ca in caz de ceva am la cine sa apelez. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi se pare destul de incomod sa scriu despre o anumita tema intr-un post. Poate am sa ajung la un moment dat si la nivelul asta. Am constatat ca nu prea pot eu sa dezvolt anumite idei. Si totusi ma incapatanez sa scriu pe blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diseara ma duc la concert Omul Cu Sobolani. In Piranha. In fiecare joi sunt concerte aici. Si vin trupe destul de ok. Suie Paparude, Aria Urbana, Coma. Si pe langa faptul ca e intrare libera, Marlboro e sponsorul principal si primesti tigari gratis si multe alte chestii. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wdqHx-GMujA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/wdqHx-GMujA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-3516759167563624794?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3516759167563624794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3516759167563624794' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3516759167563624794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3516759167563624794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/06/astrele-sunt-de-partea-mea.html' title='Astrele sunt de partea mea'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3875063509320688334</id><published>2009-06-03T15:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:04:03.447+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Vreau sa am blog. Nu, asta nu e inca un blog. E o chestie pe care am facut-o din plictiseala. Dar va deveni ceva frumos. Cum de mi-a venit ideea asta? Maine am 2 examene. Si nu am nici un chef sa invat. Asa ca am zis sa fac totusi ceva "util". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tocmai am citit blogul Cuiva pe care-l apreciez foarte mult. E genial omu'! Si am si eu o ambitie: http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/ sa castige un loc in lista lui de bloguri. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In cateva zile incepe sesiunea. Sa vezi atunci ce chef de scris pe blog o sa am. Cred ca imi place facultatea asta. Inca n-am nici un regret. Imi place si caminul in care stau. Si in care voi mai sta doar cateva zile ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Da, recunosc, sunt inconstienta! Trebuie sa invat !!! Acum! Ce unghii urate am. Intai imi fac manichiura si dupa aia ma apuc de invatat. Dar intai sa mananc ceva ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-3875063509320688334?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3875063509320688334/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3875063509320688334' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3875063509320688334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3875063509320688334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3178465756545654364</id><published>2008-06-20T17:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:52:47.891+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>****In Memory of The Columbine &amp; Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost****</title><content type='html'>Mommy... Johnny brought a gun to school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told his friends that it was cool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he pulled the trigger back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shot with a great crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy, when I went to school that day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said good-bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy I ran as fast as I could,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mommy all I say is, "Mommy, I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(un text gasit intamplator pe un site)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-3178465756545654364?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3178465756545654364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3178465756545654364' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3178465756545654364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3178465756545654364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-memory-of-columbine-virginia-tech.html' title='****In Memory of The Columbine &amp; Virginia Tech Students Who Were Lost****'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-7231361470588105481</id><published>2008-05-21T13:42:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:45:46.761+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-erezii...'/><title type='text'>Rod Stewart - Time After Time</title><content type='html'>Doamne, de cand caut melodia asta! Si mai ales videoclipul. Nici macar pe Youtube nu era. Tin minte ca am ascultat-o prima oara acum cativa ani pe MTV. Si mi-a placut foarte mult. Dar de-atunci nu am mai ascultat-o nicaieri!&lt;br /&gt;Azi am gasit in sfarsit melodia! Cu tot cu videoclip!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?permalinkId=v356850SRXPfkdg&amp;id=anonymous&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowfullscreen="true" width="540" height="438" bgcolor="#ffffff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-7231361470588105481?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/7231361470588105481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=7231361470588105481' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/7231361470588105481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/7231361470588105481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2008/05/rod-stewart-time-after-time.html' title='Rod Stewart - Time After Time'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-1823907203910867261</id><published>2008-05-09T10:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:51:24.289+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Michelle, aprinde lumina!</title><content type='html'>Michelle, tu esti o Afrodita aprinsa de flacarile Pathosului. Ai sa arzi in Infern. Dar farmecul tau il va vraji pe Demonul Suprem. Si te vei intalta. Iar aripile tale ii vor innebuni pe muritori. Si te vor dori. Le vei lua mintile si ii vei chinui in Eternitate. Caci cel ce te va privi, nu va mai avea liniste in veci. Pentru ca dorinta din ei va fi atat de mare incat isi vor vinde sufletele fara sa observe.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, nu te juca cu sufletele lor firave! Intoarce-te la Hades si hraneste-te cu iubirea lui. Lumineaza-i sufletul si salveaza generatii de destine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-1823907203910867261?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/1823907203910867261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=1823907203910867261' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1823907203910867261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1823907203910867261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2008/05/michelle-aprinde-lumina.html' title='Michelle, aprinde lumina!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-4267770859278625038</id><published>2008-05-09T10:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:44:46.121+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Vizitele Satanei in dormitor</title><content type='html'>Azi-noapte iar m-a vizitat si mi-a tulburat somnul. M-am ridicat si dupa ce m-a deranjat de doua ori am reusit sa-l alung. A inceput sa ma viziteze din ce in ce mai des. Deja imi cunoaste slabiciunile. Am o singura arma impotriva lui, pe care am inceput sa o folosesc.&lt;br /&gt;In bratele lui imi voi gasi Sfarsitul. Asta vrea sa obtina. Oricat m-as stradui sa-l fac sa renunte, el ma va vizita oricum in aproape fiecare noapte si ma va trezi.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt, cred ca dintotdeauna a dormit in patul meu. Mi-a gasit un punct extrem de slab si m-a facut sa-l las sa doarma mereu langa mine. Pana acum nu m-a deranjat. Sau poate nu realizam eu cat rau imi face. Nu cred ca mai pot scapa. E tarziu... Vreau doar sa-l determin sa nu ma mai tulbure.&lt;br /&gt;Si el s-a obisnuit cu obiceiurile mele. Astepta rabdator sa-mi fac semnul crucii stiind ca urma sa se afunde si mai mult in gandurile mele.&lt;br /&gt;Au fost nopti cand ori era frustrat, ori era suparat pe mine si nu ma lasa sa inchid un ochi toata noaptea. Ma chinuia, dar eu nu reactionam in nici un fel. Poate ca-mi placea, poate ca nu realizam ca Satana e iar langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;In ultimul timp a devenit foarte violent. Ma determina sa-l alung total din viata mea. Eu nu vreau. Imi place sa-l vad seara tolanit in pat asteptandu-ma sa ma las in voia lui. Cred ca am sa incep sa-i spun adio.&lt;br /&gt;Azi-noapte iar m-a vizitat Satana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-4267770859278625038?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4267770859278625038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4267770859278625038' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4267770859278625038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4267770859278625038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;br /&gt;Urasc politia romana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-4128711974551435136?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4128711974551435136/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=4128711974551435136' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4128711974551435136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/4128711974551435136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2007/12/urasc-politia-romana.html' title='Urasc politia romana!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-3368178952950828109</id><published>2007-11-27T17:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T18:52:22.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Sa nu uiti niciodata!</title><content type='html'>"-Tie nu iti este niciodata dor?"&lt;br /&gt;"-De cine sa-mi fie? Suntem mereu impreuna!"&lt;br /&gt;"-De familie, de prieteni..."&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu le simt lipsa. Nu traiesc momente cand sa simt ca am mare nevoie de ei."&lt;br /&gt;"-Tii la ei?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Normal! Ii iubesc!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Cum poti sa iubesti pe cineva, dar sa nu-ti fie dor de el?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu stiu. Sau poate imi este dor de ei, dar nu realizez."&lt;br /&gt;"-De fiul tau nu iti este dor?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Ba da! Dar imi trece repede stiind ca in curand il voi revedea."&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu l-ai mai vazut de aproape doua luni."&lt;br /&gt;"- Ba da. In poze."&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu e acelasi lucru!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Pentru mine...da!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Adica daca eu plec si iti las o poza, pentru tine nu e nici o schimbare?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Eh...nici chiar asa."&lt;br /&gt;"-Pai asta imi dai de inteles! Uneori nu te recunosc."&lt;br /&gt;"-Acum ma recunosti?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Da, esti un ... strain!"&lt;br /&gt;Fara sa-i dea ocazia sa raspunda, a iesit din camera trantind usa. Se intampla ceva cu ei. Initial nu a vrut sa se sinchiseasca sa se duca dupa ea. Apoi a realizat cat de mult ar suferi daca lui nu i-ar pasa. A coborat scarile. Ea iesise in gradina si se asezase in leagan. Fuma o tigara. Se aseza langa ea.&lt;br /&gt;"-Jasmine, intre noi s-a creat o tensiune. Hai sa mergem undeva! Doar noi doi!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Unde?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Unde vrei tu!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu Mike. Nu asta e solutia."&lt;br /&gt;Ofta adanc si stinsa tigara in scrumiera. Apoi continua:&lt;br /&gt;"-Am ceva sa-ti spun. Dar nu sunt sigura. Cred ca sunt insarcinata..."&lt;br /&gt;Fata lui se lumina. Era tot ce isi dorise. Un copil cu Jasmine. O lua in brate si o saruta.&lt;br /&gt;"-Sunt atat de fericit. Nu-mi vine sa cred! De ce nu mi-ai spus pana acum?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Pentru ca nu sunt sigura ca vreau acest copil. Si mai mult de atat, nici nu sunt convinsa ca sunt insarcinata. Maine am programare la doctor."&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu vrei copilul? De ce? Uita-te in ochii mei. Din cauza comportamentului meu ai atitudinea asta?"&lt;br /&gt;"- Nu, e din cauza mea! Nu cred ca acum e momentul. Si in plus, nici nu vom avea acum timp de un copil. Eu nu vreau sa renunt la slujba mea. Cel putin, nu acum."&lt;br /&gt;"-Mai gandeste-te scumpo. Noaptea e cel mai bun sfetnic. Hai sa mergem la culcare. Ai nevoie de odihna."&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"-Doamna Curtin, luati loc. Au venit si analizele de la laborator. Ati venit singura?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Da! E fata sau baiat?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Doamne, ma tem ca nu sunteti insarcinata."&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine abia se abtinea sa nu topaie de bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;"-Ce bine! Chiar incepusem sa-mi fac griji ca la sfarsitul anului voi schimba scutece."&lt;br /&gt;"Nu va bucurati. Am niste vesti proaste. Mi-ati spus ca ati avut ameteli si dureri de cap. Asa ca v-am facut niste analize. La radiografie am observat un nodul ..."&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine izbucnise in plans, nelasandu-l pe doctor sa termine ce avea de spus.&lt;br /&gt;"-Am o tumoare? Pe creier? De asta aveam ameteli?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Imi pare rau doamna... Partea proasta e ca se mareste foarte repede si in cateva saptamani ... e foarte posibil sa va afecteze centrii nervosi."&lt;br /&gt;"-Si o sa mor... Care e cauza acestei tumori? Acum cateva luni nu aveam nimic. Chiar dumneavoastra v-ati uitat pe analizele mele."&lt;br /&gt;"-Asa e. Se pare ca in urma unei lovituri puternice. Va amintiti de asa ceva?"&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles ca isi amintea ... Era aproape dimineata cand s-au intors de la petrecere. El era atat de beat incat nu se putea tine pe picioare. Abia l-a scos din masina si l-a bagat in casa. Nu putea sa-l urce singura pe scari. Asa ca l-a culcat in living, pe canapea. Dupa cateva ore, el s-a dus la baie. Fiind inca mahmur, a lasat robinetul deschis si s-a dus inapoi la culcare. Jasmine a auzit apa curgand si s-a dus sa vada ce se intampla. Intrand in fuga in baie, a alunecat pe gresia uda si a cazut cu capul de marginea cazii. Dupa cateva minute bune si-a revenit, a strans apa din baie si s-a dus sa se intinda in pat. O durea capul ingrozitor. Dar nu i-a spus nimic lui Mike. Practic, nu avea el nici o vina. Iar ea, de cand l-a cunoscut a incercat mereu sa-l protejeze si sa nu-l invinovateasca pentru lucrurile intamplate fara constiinta lui.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"-Ai avut dreptate ieri! Hai sa mergem undeva. Intr-un loc insorit."&lt;br /&gt;"-Sigur ca da iubito. Ai fost azi la doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu. M-a sunat dimineata domnul doctor si mi-a spus sa-l contactez saptamana viitoare ca acum este foarte ocupat."&lt;br /&gt;"-Ce nesimtit! Doar iti facuse programare..."&lt;br /&gt;"-Doar stii cum sunt doctorii astia! Ce zici, plecam maine dimineata?"&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Acum stateau amandoi la soare, intr-un hamac, pe malul marii.&lt;br /&gt;"-Mike, te iubesc foarte mult. Sa nu uiti niciodata asta. Iti multumesc pentru clipele frumoase petrecute impreuna. Te voi iubi mereu. Orice s-ar intampla."&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile incepusera sa curga siroie pe chipui lui.&lt;br /&gt;"Scumpa mea Jasmine, si eu te iubesc enorm. Am aflat totul. A doua zi l-am sunat pe medic sa-l intreb daca totusi nu te poate consulta inainte de a veni aici. Tot ma gandeam ca esti insarcinata si sa nu pateasca ceva copilul. Si mi-a povestit tot. Mi-a fost atat de greu sa ma prefac in fata ta ca nu stiu nimic..."&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu vreau sa moooor! Cand stiu ca se apropie clipa mi se face o frica teribila de moarte. Cu toate astea, nu vreau sa devin o leguma, sau sa mor chinuita intr-un spital. Vreau sa mor aici! In acest tinut minunat."&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Ora 5 A.M. Politistii izoleaza plaja. Scafandrii aduc la mal cele 2 trupuri. O alta echipa trage la mal barca.  Doi tineri, se pare casatoriti (purtau verighete) au fost gasiti inecati. Au murit imbratisati. Piciorele erau legate cu o funie, impiedicandu-i sa inoate. Se pare ca e vorba de o sinucidere. In barca ce se afla la mica distanta de trupurile lor neinsufletite, a fost gasita o scoica pe care era scrijelit: "Impreuna pentru totdeauna - J&amp;amp;M".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-3368178952950828109?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/3368178952950828109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=3368178952950828109' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3368178952950828109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/3368178952950828109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2007/11/tie-nu-iti-este-niciodata-dor-de-cine.html' title='Sa nu uiti niciodata!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-6302615883405346065</id><published>2007-11-26T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:49:22.845+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazdravaniile lui Hyperion'/><title type='text'>Ce vremuri...</title><content type='html'>Focsani - Azuga, via Buzau.&lt;br /&gt;Buzau - Azuga, cu acceleratu'. Foarte cald in compartiment.&lt;br /&gt;"-Hai sa deschidem geamul!"&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"-Ua, ce bine e acuma!&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu se putea cu caldura si mirosul asta!"&lt;br /&gt;[Intra EL in compartiment. Deschizandu-se usa, automat s-a facut curent.]&lt;br /&gt;"-Inchideti geamul!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Dar e foarte cald!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Voi nu vedeti ce curent e?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Pai daca ati deschis usa..."&lt;br /&gt;"-Taci din gura si inchide geamul!"&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"-Da, e cam cald aici! Bine, deschideti geamul, dar numai putin."&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"-Prea tare. Mai inchide-l oleaca!"&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"L-ai inchis aproape de tot! Deschide-l putin mai tare!"&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;"Nu-i bine asa! Inchide-l de tot si lasati usa deschisa!"&lt;br /&gt;[...][...][...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-6302615883405346065?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/6302615883405346065/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=6302615883405346065' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/6302615883405346065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/6302615883405346065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2007/11/ce-vremuri.html' title='Ce vremuri...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-248689397352970740</id><published>2007-11-26T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:05:32.199+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>Cana</title><content type='html'>Inaltime: 10,2 cm&lt;br /&gt;Diametru: 8 cm (sus) si 4,5 cm (jos)&lt;br /&gt;Culoare: alba&lt;br /&gt;O banala cana. Pentru cei din exterior. Pentru mine este un obiect cu totul si cu totul special.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am unit destinele zi de toamna tarzie, in 2006. Bun an!&lt;br /&gt;La Poiana Brasov. Ma plimbam plictisita printre tarabele de kitsch-uri. Oh, ador kitsch-urile ce se vand prin statiunile montane. Sunt atat de colorate, nefinisate si parca pline de istorie. N-as putea trai fara asa ceva. Ele reprezinta cel mai bine locul in care ai fost.&lt;br /&gt;O vad pe prietena mea alergand fericita catre mine. Eram sigura ca isi cumparase ceva frumos si ieftin. Incercam sa ghicesc. Masca aia ca cea din filmul "Scream"...nu, nu si-ar cumpara ea asa ceva. O bratara, o jucarie...ce putea fi?&lt;br /&gt;Cand a ajuns langa mine a scos dintr-o punga transparenta de plastic o ... cana! &lt;br /&gt;Era o cana alba, fara nimic aparte. Pana a intors-o. Nu-mi venea sa cred! Ramasesem uimita. Avea ... sigla Dinamo.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia si eu sa am o cana la fel. Nu concepeam asa ceva. Ioana sa aiba cana cu Dinamo, iar eu nu.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca am dat fuga la taraba cu cani. Nu stiam pe care sa o aleg. Aparent, toate erau la fel. Dar pentru mine ... toate erau diferite. Am inchis ochii si am ales o cana. Vanzatorul a pus-o in binecunoscuta punga transparenta, i-am platit si am plecat spre autocar. As fi topait de bucurie, dar mi-era teama sa nu-mi sparg pretioasa cana.&lt;br /&gt;Am infasurat-o intr-un fular si o tineam in maini. Parea ca am o comoara si ...  o responsabilitate imensa.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la pensiune, am intrat in camera, si Ioana imi spune:&lt;br /&gt;"-Hai sa desfacem sticla asta de vin!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Hai! Dar bem din cani!"&lt;br /&gt;Si asa am si facut.&lt;br /&gt;"-Hai noroc!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Noi sa fim sanatosi!"&lt;br /&gt;Si am ciocnit!&lt;br /&gt;Entuziasmata, nu mi-am dat seama cat de tare am ciocnit cana si ... s-a ciobit! Injuraturi, oftica etc...&lt;br /&gt;Ce puteam sa fac? Asta era! Eram si in perioada cand credeam in soarta! Am spalat cana si am pus-o cu grija in valiza.&lt;br /&gt;Acum o am in fata ochilor. Cele doua sau trei cafele pe care le beau intr-o zi, numai din cana asta le beau. E numai a mea.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata, cand ma uit la ceas si imi dau seama ca ar trebui sa fiu la ora de matematica (of, ceasul asta, niciodata nu suna la timp) si imi dau seama ca am timp sa beau o cafea pana la ora urmatoare, imi iau cana si ma asez inapoi in pat. Ma uit la "Dimineata Devreme". Rad la glumele lui Capatos, sorb o picatura de cafea din cana, trag dintr-o tigara... Asa e mereu. Si nu vreau sa se schimbe. Imi place monotonia.&lt;br /&gt;Acum imi dau seama ca ar trebui sa-i dau un nume canii. Nu, nu pot fi atat de nebuna. Ma uit cat am scris despre "simpla" cana si realizez ca ceva nu e in regula cu mine. Nu-i nimic. Soarta! :)&lt;br /&gt;Cana asta imi stie toate secretele. Daca cineva ar sparge-o si ar afla adevarul, acum as fi condamnata. Condamnata la ... suferinta eterna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-248689397352970740?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/248689397352970740/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=248689397352970740' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/248689397352970740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/248689397352970740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2007/11/cana.html' title='Cana'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-347441937174978998</id><published>2007-11-26T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T13:49:47.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazdravaniile lui Hyperion'/><title type='text'>I Hate You</title><content type='html'>Mi-e sila sa te mai vad Eonule!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai mancat 4 ani din viata! Cei mai frumosi 4 ani ai mei mi i-ai distrus!&lt;br /&gt;Decembrie, ianuarie, februarie, martie, aprilie, mai, iunie...si GATA! 7 luni si am scapat de tine fraiere!&lt;br /&gt;Am scapat de mirosul tau dulceag de cadavru, de aberatiile tale, de mofturile tale, de nepasarea ta!&lt;br /&gt;O sa ma razbun! Iti promit!&lt;br /&gt;Tu stii ca te urasc. Intr-un singur mod ma poti distruge si mai tare.  Hai sa folosesc expresia care-ti place - olimpiada de vara! Daca doresti sa ne intalnim la vara in acest scop, da-mi un beep pe pager!&lt;br /&gt;Credincios sau betivan? Nici tu nu mai stii! Te crezi Hyperion! Hai sa-l citez pe mentorul tau:&lt;br /&gt;"Iar tu Hyperion ramai/ Oriunde ai apune..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-347441937174978998?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/347441937174978998/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=347441937174978998' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/347441937174978998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/347441937174978998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-you.html' title='I Hate You'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400130965552876206.post-1586105245117133756</id><published>2007-11-26T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:53:30.092+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erezii...'/><title type='text'>A fost odata...</title><content type='html'>Mi-e dor de zilele acelea, cand lumea era a mea, cand aveam numai motive de bucurie, cand ma trezeam devreme doar pentru a ajunge in acel loc de vis. Era job-ul preferat. Nu pentru bani, ci din pasiune. Am iubit. Si am fost ranita. &lt;br /&gt;Imi placea sa-mi strang  parul, sa nu ma fardez, sa tip la ei, sa alerg, sa sar, sa cad, sa fiu cea mai buna. Adoram sa fiu apreciata si sa mi se ceara sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;Acum totul s-a terminat. A ramas doar dust in the wind. Cate o imagine imi mai aminteste de ce a fost!&lt;br /&gt;Ce vremuri...niste vremuri pe care nici macar nu le-am trait! Totul e doar un vis. Un vis care se transforma intr-un cosmar pentru ca nu ma pot minti. Si poate ca nici el nu a vrut sa ma minta. Acum regreta! Ma iubeste. Si eu l-am iubit!&lt;br /&gt;"-Sa nu uiti niciodata asta!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Nu am sa uit! Te iubesc!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Atunci de ce m-ai mintit?"&lt;br /&gt;"-Pentru ca nu ai fi suportat adevarul!"&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu te suport pe tine...&lt;br /&gt;"-Stiu ce gandesti..."&lt;br /&gt;"-Stii pe dracu'!"&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ceva...dar nu stiu ce; ceva mai bun, dar nu orice :)&lt;br /&gt;Travka...daaa, mi-e dor sa ascult Travka!&lt;br /&gt;Sau mai bine uit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8400130965552876206-1586105245117133756?l=eusuntariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/feeds/1586105245117133756/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8400130965552876206&amp;postID=1586105245117133756' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1586105245117133756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8400130965552876206/posts/default/1586105245117133756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusuntariel.blogspot.com/2007/11/mi-e-dor-de-zilele-acelea-cand-lumea.html' title='A fost odata...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01071182562542066562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.reallynatural.com/archives/Coffee%20Lover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
