<?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-5040216839222168023</id><updated>2011-11-28T02:49:42.629+02:00</updated><category term='b'/><title type='text'>ideas and stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-737914482979050838</id><published>2010-06-12T11:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:41:24.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>mi'e cald.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/TBNFeRFuj_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/4dzU10zaqSk/s1600/poze-amuzante-pisica-mandra-ca-stricat-servetelele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481801557725843442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/TBNFeRFuj_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/4dzU10zaqSk/s320/poze-amuzante-pisica-mandra-ca-stricat-servetelele.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; si lene....:-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-737914482979050838?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/737914482979050838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=737914482979050838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/737914482979050838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/737914482979050838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2010/06/mie-cald.html' title='mi&apos;e cald.....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/TBNFeRFuj_I/AAAAAAAAAMA/4dzU10zaqSk/s72-c/poze-amuzante-pisica-mandra-ca-stricat-servetelele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-513845649680071375</id><published>2010-05-25T17:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:56:15.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>trece vremea....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S_vivzO9WII/AAAAAAAAAL4/9Fn6mWf9FOA/s1600/P1010107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475219082833647746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S_vivzO9WII/AAAAAAAAAL4/9Fn6mWf9FOA/s320/P1010107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......mai exact au trecut 10 ani de la terminarea liceului....:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si eu ,la fel ca si majoritatea colegilor mei, mi'am imaginat ca varsta de 28 de ani o sa ma gaseasca cu o casa (fie ea si in rate pe 30 de ani) ,o familie,poate chiar un copil,  o masina (chiar si second hand) si un job cu un salar decent.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu s'a intamplat nimic din toate astea,decat prea putin din visul de a deveni chirurg intr'o tara pe care nu mi'o mai doresc a mea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poate ne revedem in 2020....(desi mai mult ca sigur ca nu ) si poate atunci vom avea ce povesti...de bine,sper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;song of the day : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sITn_r5_vrQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sITn_r5_vrQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-513845649680071375?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/513845649680071375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=513845649680071375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/513845649680071375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/513845649680071375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2010/05/trece-vremea.html' title='trece vremea....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S_vivzO9WII/AAAAAAAAAL4/9Fn6mWf9FOA/s72-c/P1010107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-66688249596363408</id><published>2010-03-02T17:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:38:23.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 mituri despre corpul femeii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S40vzzrRahI/AAAAAAAAALw/HGL8jDuTT1E/s1600-h/32909462+14689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444060091652336146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S40vzzrRahI/AAAAAAAAALw/HGL8jDuTT1E/s320/32909462%2B14689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Majoritatea cercetatorilor s-au axat pe corpul barbatului in studiile lor. Femeile nu au prea multe reprezentate in clinicile de studiu al cancerului care afecteaza ambele sexe. Diferenta aceasta covarsitoare este influentata de cercetatorii care nu vor sa testeze diferite medicamente si tratamente pe femeile care pot fi potentiale mame. Mai mult, instabilitatea hormonilor feminini face ca rezultatul studiului sa nu fie concret.&lt;br /&gt;In ultimii ani, femeile au primit o mai mare atentie din partea cercetatorilor dar foarte multe informatii gresite in legatura cu corpul feminin se raspandesc inca in randul oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mit: O femeie nu poate ramane insarcinata in timpul menstruatiei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In timp ce femeile au sanse minime de a concepe in timpul menstruatiei, “nimic, cand vine vorba de sarcina, nu este imposibil” declara Aaron Carroll de la Universitatea din Indiana si co-autor al cartii "Don't Swallow Your Gum: Myths, Half-truths and Outright Lies About Your Body and Health". Odata ce sperma a ajuns in vaginul femeii, aceasta poate astepta un ovul si o saptamana. Ovularea poate incepe foarte curand sau chiar in timpul ciclului menstrual, oferind astfel sansa spermatozoizilor sa fie norocosi. Metoda de programare a sarcinii nu da rezultate perfecte, declara Carroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mit: Menopauza afecteaza senzatia sexuala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Schimbarea nu trebuie sa fie obligatorie si in dormitor. Un studiu la nivel extins realizat in Statele Unite, de catre Edward Laumann si colegii sai in 1994, a aratat ca jumatate dintre femeile de 50 de ani intretin relatii sexuale de mai multe ori pe luna. In timp ce inflamatiile si discomfortul pot face o femeie sa se lipseasca de sex o vreme, nu exista nicio dovada ca menopauza scade apetitul sexual, declara Vreeman.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mit: Antibioticele fac anticonceptionalele sa nu prezinte garantii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Multi doctori chiar cred asta“ declara Carroll. Luate separat, anticonceptionalele dau gres in mai mult de 1 % din cazuri. Iar aceste procente nu se schimba, in cazul administrarii de antibiotice simultan. Exceptia de la regula ar fi rifampinul, antibioticul prescris pacientilor cu tuberculoza. Rifampinul micsoreaza nivelul hormonilor eliberati de anticonceptionale, dar nici in acest caz nu este evidenta cresterea riscului de fecundatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mit: Femeile si barbatii trebuie sa doarma la fel de mult &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Un studiu realizat pe mai mult de 6000 de candidati, condus de specialistii Universitatii din Warwick in 2007, a aratat ca femeile care dorm cinci sau mai putine ore pe noapte, sunt predispuse de doua ori mai mult la boli hipertensive, decat femeile care dorm sapte sau mai multe ore. La barbati nu s-a gasit nicio legatura in acest fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mit: Un doctor isi poate da intotdeauna seama daca o femeie este virgina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Doctorii nu isi pot da seama de fiecare data daca femeia este virgina sau activa sexual, au aratat mai multe studii. Nu este atat de simplu sa cauti o gaura in himen, daca ne gandim ca intotdeauna exista o gaura in himen. “Unii oameni cred ca himenul sigileaza vaginul (pana in momentul pierderii virginitatii), dar asta nu este adevarat”. In rarele cazuri cand este sigilat, menstruatia se produce in uter si cauzeaza probleme medicale grave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-66688249596363408?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/66688249596363408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=66688249596363408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/66688249596363408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/66688249596363408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-mituri-despre-corpul-femeii.html' title='5 mituri despre corpul femeii'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S40vzzrRahI/AAAAAAAAALw/HGL8jDuTT1E/s72-c/32909462%2B14689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-8479669806318866703</id><published>2010-02-25T18:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:21:12.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Saraci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S4ajIGviQhI/AAAAAAAAALo/rSGy89ZEPTQ/s1600-h/[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442216559368094226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S4ajIGviQhI/AAAAAAAAALo/rSGy89ZEPTQ/s320/%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Locul 10 este ocupat de Dana Doagă, soţia lui Sile din Pîcla Nouă, care deţine jumătate din ce nu deţine Sile.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 09. Ionel Vulturaş din comuna Berbecu, judeţul Vaslui este considerat omul cu cele mai multe buzunare goale din ţară . Vulturaş are şase mii de buzunare goale la cele 800 de salopete personale, precum şi 99 de găuri doar la buzunarul de la cămaşă.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 08. Roland Bucifal din Cîmpulung Moldovenesc are cel mai gol frigider din ţară . Frigiderul său nu conţine nici măcar un interior de frigider. De fapt, este vorba doar despre uşa frigiderului sprijinită de un perete.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 07. Coreolan Mîndrie din Plopeni deţine cea mai microscopică pensie din lume. Defecţiunea acceleratorului de particule de la CERN a survenit după tentativa savanţilor de a mări pensia lui Mîndrie.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 06. Serpentina Libarcă din Prăpădeni deţine cea mai ieftină blană de nurcă din lume. Blana sa are un singur fir de puf grizonant de nurcă pleşuvă de Madagascar .&lt;br /&gt;Locul 05. Flaviu Hărmălaie din Ploieşti deţine singura avere abstractă din România. Averea sa este un principiu secret pe care Hărmălaie nu-l dezvăluie nimănui.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 04. Florica Zorro din Vîlcea deţine un singur fir de praf în portofel. Dacă se va constata că este vorba despre un fir de praf de cocaină, Florica Zorro riscă să coboare în clasament.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 03. Mişu Miere din Fălticeni abureşte geamuri contracost la domiciliu. Chiar dacă nu cere prea mult pentru un rotocol de abur scos pe gură, afacerea lui a intrat în faliment.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 02. Ghiţă Ţăţoi din comuna Bulbuci s-a uns cu superglue şi s-a întins pe trotuar în faţa unei bănci din Elveţia. Nimeni n-a reuşit să-l dezlipească pînă acum, astfel încît Ghiţă Ţăţoi şi-a cîştigat renumele de cel mai sărac sărac lipit pămîntului.&lt;br /&gt;Locul 01. Ion Broboneţ din Sălcioara deţine singura bancnotă de 0 lei din ţară, şi aia falsificată!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-8479669806318866703?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8479669806318866703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=8479669806318866703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8479669806318866703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8479669806318866703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2010/02/top-10-saraci.html' title='Top 10 Saraci'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/S4ajIGviQhI/AAAAAAAAALo/rSGy89ZEPTQ/s72-c/%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7648380410742639349</id><published>2009-12-18T22:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:05:04.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody knows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Syvs_U-F1HI/AAAAAAAAALg/cRA_CJKaHsg/s1600-h/147809835+9331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416683549548205170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Syvs_U-F1HI/AAAAAAAAALg/cRA_CJKaHsg/s320/147809835%2B9331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows but me&lt;br /&gt;That I sometimes cry&lt;br /&gt; I could pretend that I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;When my tears start to fall&lt;br /&gt;I peek out from behind these walls&lt;br /&gt;I think nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to lose their inner voice&lt;br /&gt;The one I used to hear before my life made a choice&lt;br /&gt;But I think nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Oh the secret's safe with me&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else in the world that I could ever be&lt;br /&gt;And baby don't it feel like I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna be there after the last angel has flown&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost my way back home&lt;br /&gt;I think nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I said nobody knows....&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;It's win or lose not how you play the game&lt;br /&gt;And the road to darkness has a way&lt;br /&gt;Of always knowing my name&lt;br /&gt;But I think nobody knows...but me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7648380410742639349?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7648380410742639349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7648380410742639349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7648380410742639349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7648380410742639349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/nobody-knows.html' title='nobody knows...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Syvs_U-F1HI/AAAAAAAAALg/cRA_CJKaHsg/s72-c/147809835%2B9331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-858756641301741915</id><published>2009-12-13T00:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:36:16.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bad romance....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyQZqPiVpgI/AAAAAAAAALY/FsUA8KL4aZQ/s1600-h/367768498+5177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414480865521935874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyQZqPiVpgI/AAAAAAAAALY/FsUA8KL4aZQ/s320/367768498%2B5177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady Gaga.....o tipa cel putin interesanta,de'a dreptul fascinanta as spune eu,iar noul ei videoclip de nota 10+...nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc cat a costat si cat au durat filmarile,....oricum e superb!&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE DAY: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrO4YZeyl0I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-858756641301741915?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/858756641301741915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=858756641301741915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/858756641301741915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/858756641301741915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-romance.html' title='bad romance....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyQZqPiVpgI/AAAAAAAAALY/FsUA8KL4aZQ/s72-c/367768498%2B5177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-1946295153133909033</id><published>2009-12-12T20:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:38:25.981+02:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyPhw2Z6XnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_JKGAjgH3V8/s1600-h/poza-amuzanta-motanul-e-gelos-pe-stapan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414419406383636082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyPhw2Z6XnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_JKGAjgH3V8/s320/poza-amuzanta-motanul-e-gelos-pe-stapan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rugaciunea unei femei &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doamne, acuma, inainte de a merge la culcare, ma rog cu multa credinta, sa-mi daruiesti un barbat care sa nu fie urat, sa fie inteligent, dragastos, puternic, supus si dragut.&lt;br /&gt;- De asemeni sa fie compozitor, poet si cu mult umor, din acela pe care eu il inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa-i placa familia si prietenii mei, si nu fotbalul.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa nu sforaie si sa urineze asezat, fara sa stropeasca prin baie.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa nu ma faca sa astept atunci cand spune ca ma va suna.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa ajunga la timp acasa, fara sa miroasa a sapun necunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa stiu mereu unde este, mai putin cand imi cumpara flori si cadouri, sau sa-mi faca serenade&lt;br /&gt;.- Sa-mi dea 3 ore sa ma aranjez atunci cand spune ca vom iesi, sa lesine de emotie cand ma vede, sa danseze mai bine decat Fred Astaire&lt;br /&gt;.- Sa aibe un serviciu foarte bine remunerat&lt;br /&gt;.- Sa fie generos si cand cheltuiesc banii sa nu se supere.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa stie sa gateasca si sa-i placa sa ajute la treburile casei.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa-i placa sa ramana ore intregi ascultandu-ma.- Sa gandeasca inainte de a vorbi si sa spuna adevarul, numai adevarul si nimic altceva decat adevarul.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa-mi traga scaunul cand ma asez la masa, sa-mi deschida portiera la masina si sa stie sa-mi faca masaj pe spate.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa ma vada slaba mereu, mereu.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa facem dragoste pana cand ramane "moarta".&lt;br /&gt;- Sa inteleaga durerile mele de cap si sa-mi aduca micul dejun la pat.&lt;br /&gt;- Aaa!!! Da-mi Doamne un barbat fidel, dragastos, care sa ma iubeasca cu respect si cu pasiune, numai pentru mine si nu pentru marimea sanilor mei.&lt;br /&gt;- Sa nu aiba ochi pentru nicio alta femeie si sa-mi spuna mereu ce frumoasa ma vede si ce noroc a avut sa ma intalneasca.&lt;br /&gt;- Te rog Doamne, da-mi barbatul care ma va&lt;br /&gt;iubi pana la moarte!&lt;br /&gt;AMIN&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RUGACIUNEA UNUI BARBAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doamne, te rog, daruieste-mi o blonda, surdo-muta si nimfomana, cu niste tate enorme, sa fie fiica unui distribuitor national de bere si sa aiba o casa pe plaja.&lt;br /&gt;AMIN&lt;br /&gt;:-))))&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;ps: song of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRNbXaZo4rM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRNbXaZo4rM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-1946295153133909033?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1946295153133909033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=1946295153133909033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1946295153133909033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1946295153133909033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_12.html' title='....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyPhw2Z6XnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_JKGAjgH3V8/s72-c/poza-amuzanta-motanul-e-gelos-pe-stapan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-879468381084631925</id><published>2009-12-11T21:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:39:09.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum se spală femeile şi bărbaţii ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyKfEX3vXMI/AAAAAAAAALI/PwKlvMcLujo/s1600-h/viewphotoik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414064599528856770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyKfEX3vXMI/AAAAAAAAALI/PwKlvMcLujo/s320/viewphotoik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cum face baie femeia:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scoate hainele si le pune in cosul de haine, desparte hainele albe de cele colorate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pune halatul si se duce la baie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Se uita-n oglinda sa vada daca s-a ingrasat, intra incada...&lt;br /&gt;4. Cauta buretele, se freaca cu el pe fatza, pe spate si pe maini.&lt;br /&gt;5. Se clateste pe cap cu un sampon de miere cu mere cu 83 de vitamine si se clateste bine.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ţipa ca o lupoaica atunci cand sotul deschide apa rece la bucatarie si presiunea scade la robinetul din baie.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mai clabuceste o data parul cu un sampon de piersici cu morcovi, 56 de vitamine si se clateste bine.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pune conditioner de plante si-l tine 10 minute.&lt;br /&gt;9. Spala faţa cu apa de faţa pe baza de grapefruit sicastraveti timp de 10 minute.&lt;br /&gt;10. Isi face masaj cu sapun de nuci cu capsuni.&lt;br /&gt;11. Se rade la subrat, pe picioare, mustata si sprancenele...&lt;br /&gt;12. Iese din baie, se sterge bine, si se acopera cu un prosop urias..&lt;br /&gt;13. Curata parul cazut cu hartie igienica, se uita in oglinda daca are cosuri, si le inlatura cu grija.&lt;br /&gt;14.. Se intoarce in dormitor intr-un halat lung, si se imbraca timp de 3 ore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cum face baie barbatul:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scoate toate hainele de pe el, si le lasa pe jos in dormitor.&lt;br /&gt;2. Merge in pielea goala pana la baie .&lt;br /&gt;3. Daca o intalneste pe nevasta-sa in drum, ii arata scula ca si cand e un mare premiu, facand ca un elefant.&lt;br /&gt;4. Se uita in oglinda, la pectorali si la cat de mare e penisul lui.&lt;br /&gt;5. Se scarpina la oua si se miroase la degete.&lt;br /&gt;6. Intra in cada, si din toti buretii nu alege nici unul.&lt;br /&gt;7. Clabuceste la locurile intime si in jur, lasand par pe sapun.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rade zgomotos de la vantul rupator pe care tocmai l-a tras.&lt;br /&gt;9. Face clabuc in cap cu primul sampon pe care il nimereste.&lt;br /&gt;10. Face pipi in cada.&lt;br /&gt;11. Iese din cada si se sterge doar partial.&lt;br /&gt;12. Se acopera la brau cu un prosop mic.&lt;br /&gt;13. O ia inspre dormitor, si in drum lasa: presul din baie ud, podeaua uda, cada plina de par si jeg, lumina aprinsa in baie...&lt;br /&gt;14. In drum spre dormitor, daca o vede pe nevasta-sa, ii arata din nou scula lui, si intra in camera.&lt;br /&gt;15. Arunca prosopul ud pe pat, acolo ramane ud toata ziua, si se imbraca cuprimele haine pe care le gaseste.&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;ps: artist of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDooIKJxEuI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDooIKJxEuI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-879468381084631925?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/879468381084631925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=879468381084631925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/879468381084631925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/879468381084631925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/cum-se-spala-femeile-si-barbatii.html' title='Cum se spală femeile şi bărbaţii ......'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SyKfEX3vXMI/AAAAAAAAALI/PwKlvMcLujo/s72-c/viewphotoik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-997053242422105638</id><published>2009-12-09T20:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:52:13.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i'm such a girl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Sx_wnBtZCeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OyH8-oTd5GY/s1600-h/rd_apr05_addictions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413309830387010018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Sx_wnBtZCeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OyH8-oTd5GY/s320/rd_apr05_addictions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my addictions.....&lt;br /&gt;Marti seara .Gara de Nord ARAD.....mai sunt 40 de minute pana la plecarea trenului spre Timisoara unde ne asteapta treburi "emportante" cum ne place noua sa zice (mie si vocilor:-D)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.....ca sa treaca timpul mai usor pana la destinatie ,decid sa intru intr'un book store foarte bine aprovizionat si elegant....inca de la intrare imi atrage atentia cartea "Procesul'" a lui KAFKA....putin mai incolo observ reviste care mai de care mai stralucitoare si mai atragatoare....ma indrept spre una mai speciala care venea impreuna cu un cadou,ce altceva decat slabiciunile mele ,fardurile(ma rog una din slabiciunile mele) ...revista iti oferea cadou un lip gloss,un blush pt obraz,o oja si o mini sticlutza de parfum de la Nina RICCI...&lt;br /&gt;Intorc capul catre cartea lui Kafka fara sa ma indepartez de revista...which one should i choose?!?...amandoua aveau acelasi pretz....&lt;br /&gt;dracusorul din mine imi striga:"ia revista,ce naiba,are 4 chestii incluse! "&lt;br /&gt;ingerasul imi spunea"n'ai destule farduri?ai sa dai si la stranepoti!"&lt;br /&gt;"-destule farduri?!?...ce aberatie ! e ca si cum ai zice ca ai destui cercei,si cu totii stim ca asta&lt;br /&gt;nu'i posibil"&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;imi aduc aminte brusc ca R . are acasa o biblioteca intreaga ,si cu sigurantza mi'o imprumuta ,cum mi'a mai imprumtat si alte carti( pe care am uitat sa le returnez dar asta n'are nici o relevantza :-D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi scot telefonul sa ma asigur:"-Hellou,mai ,tu ai cartea ''Procesul''de KAFKA?&lt;br /&gt;R: "-da,ce'ti venii?....vrei sa ti'o imprumut?"&lt;br /&gt;"-nu...vreau sa ti'o cumpar cadou,tu ce crezi?....logic ca vreau sa mi'o imprumuti!"&lt;br /&gt;R: "-ok,dar sa sti ca mie nu mi'a placut'o"&lt;br /&gt;"- te'am intrebat eu vreodata ce'ti place tie?"&lt;br /&gt;R":-)))))))....imi place cum stii sa ceri :-)))...nu ma pot supara pe tine"&lt;br /&gt;''-eu nu cer,doar iti spun cum stau lucrurile logic,si apoi invariabil si tu ajungi la concluzia ca am dreptate :-)&lt;br /&gt;R:"-)))))))))))))"&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;si cu ocazia asta m'am indragostit foarte tare....cum de cine?...de noul parfum de la Nina Ricci,apa de parfum ricci ricci....o nebunie&lt;br /&gt;n'o sa'i scriu la Mos Craciun sau Gerila sa mi'l aduca pt ca oricum nu'mi intelege scrisul si sigur mi'ar rupe scrisoarea pt ca stie ca nu'l suport si nu mi'as imparti lapticu cu cereale cu el....&lt;br /&gt;dar parfumul tot o sa'l am ....someway,somehow...&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;PS: SONG OF THE DAY:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIMOD5knbUc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIMOD5knbUc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-997053242422105638?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/997053242422105638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=997053242422105638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/997053242422105638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/997053242422105638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-im-such-girl.html' title='sometimes i&apos;m such a girl....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Sx_wnBtZCeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/OyH8-oTd5GY/s72-c/rd_apr05_addictions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-5595454725648520372</id><published>2009-12-01T18:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:45:01.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alinutza sadica....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxVHtgdJWiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/d5a0vjOMK_8/s1600/internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410309374487386658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxVHtgdJWiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/d5a0vjOMK_8/s320/internet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can i not love my job? :-))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;artist of the day: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up9wB-49CZY"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=up9wB-49CZY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-5595454725648520372?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5595454725648520372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=5595454725648520372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5595454725648520372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5595454725648520372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/12/alinutza-sadica.html' title='alinutza sadica....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxVHtgdJWiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/d5a0vjOMK_8/s72-c/internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-5725209389592143163</id><published>2009-11-30T22:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:39:24.787+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it's too late to apologize?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxQpOZsU6xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2r-wM_I_z-I/s1600/memory-loss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409994379770522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxQpOZsU6xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2r-wM_I_z-I/s320/memory-loss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"-hello"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:"saluti"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"-te,am sunat sa te intreb ceva....eu te'am sunat de ziua ta sa'ti zic la multi ani???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:"-a fost saptamana trecuta"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"-da,stiu...asta'mi aduc aminte....ce nu'mi aduc yo aminte e daca te'am sunat o ba"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:"daca iti pui intrebarea asta,tu ce crezi?:-))) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:" ca nu :-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: "na,lasa ...mai bine mai tarziu decat niciodata"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:" jeeeezzzz.....i'm such an indiot!!!....si mi'am promis ca n'o sa uit.....defiecare data mi se intampla asa.....iti dai seama daca am ajuns sa'mi pun bilet in bacatarie pe care scrie mare IAURT ca sa nu uit sa'l iau dimineata din frigder!...nu sa'l cumpar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:"-:-))))"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"-imi pare rau!!!....i'm slightly retarded :-(.....imbatranesc!...dc am probleme cu oasele de ce n'as avea si cu memoria:-)....stiu ca'mi caut scuze desi n'am nici una....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:"mai ai?-:))))"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me:"- macar te'am sunat in luna in care esti nascut:-))))"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S:":-))))"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S:...ARTIST OF THE DAY: &lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/PlanetaMoldova/04b1d082a00fe7"&gt;http://www.trilulilu.ro/PlanetaMoldova/04b1d082a00fe7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S2: maine e ziua unui alt prieten...dc si de data asta o dau in bara...i give up...ma duc la psiholog:-)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-5725209389592143163?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5725209389592143163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=5725209389592143163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5725209389592143163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5725209389592143163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-too-late-to-apologize.html' title='it&apos;s too late to apologize?'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxQpOZsU6xI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2r-wM_I_z-I/s72-c/memory-loss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-5687995568322629762</id><published>2009-11-28T20:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:43:26.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't that funny....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxFrZauvsgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bmxf7_aqlN8/s1600/Cute_Pictures_8514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409222711864963586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SxFrZauvsgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bmxf7_aqlN8/s320/Cute_Pictures_8514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ANALIZA CHIMICA ELEMENT: Femeia;&lt;br /&gt;SIMBOL: Fe;&lt;br /&gt;DESCOPERITOR: Adam;&lt;br /&gt;MASA ATOMICA: Acceptata cu 55kg, dar variaza intre 45kg si 225kg&lt;br /&gt;PROPRIETATI FIZICE:1) suprafata acoperita in mod normal cu o pelicula de vopsea si pudra&lt;br /&gt;2) fierbe din senin, ingheata aparent fara motiv&lt;br /&gt;3) se topeste daca primeste tratament special&lt;br /&gt;4) devine amara daca este folosita incorect&lt;br /&gt;PROPIETATI CHIMICE:1) afinitate pt aur, argint, platina si toate pietrele pretioase&lt;br /&gt;2) absoarbe cantitati mari de substante pretioase&lt;br /&gt;3) explodeaza in mod spontan fara motiv sau avertizare&lt;br /&gt;4) cel mai puternic agent de reducere a banilor cunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;:-))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Ce spune femeia:"Locul asta e mizerabil. Haide, sa curatam amandoi. Toate lucrurile tale sunt pe podea, si ai sa ramai fara haine daca nu le speli chiar acum"&lt;br /&gt;Ce aude barbatul: " Bla bla bla bla. HAIDE, bla bla AMANDOI. Bla bla bla bla PE PODEA, bla bla bla FARA HAINE bla bla bla bla CHIAR ACUM."&lt;br /&gt;:-)))))))&lt;br /&gt;De ce femeile valoreaza mai mult decat barbatii?In termeni economici, iata:&lt;br /&gt;- Valoarea economica a femeii:&lt;br /&gt;1. Are 2 glande mamare care produc 2 litri de lapte: (4 RON/litru, adica 8 RON)&lt;br /&gt;2. Are 2 sunci la picioare: 100 RON/bucata, adica 200 RON&lt;br /&gt;3. Are piept: 15,5 RONTotal: 223.50 RON&lt;br /&gt;-Valoarea economica a barbatului:&lt;br /&gt;1. Are o banana 0.30 RON&lt;br /&gt;2. Are 2 oua 0.25 RON/buc = 0.50 RON&lt;br /&gt;3. Are 2 glande mamare care nu produc nimic 0.00 RONTotal: 0.80 RON.&lt;br /&gt;In plus barbatul produce pierderi, pentru ca ouale lui nu se mananca, fluierul lui nu suna... si cu timpul banana se strica...&lt;br /&gt;:-))))&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi o tanara femeie cauta in tot orasul un cadou pt. sotul ei. La un moment dat trecand pe langa un magazin cu animale, isi zice: "Da' de ce nu i-as cumpara un animalut de companie? !?"&lt;br /&gt;Intra in magazin si se opreste in fata unei broaste. Pretul afisat era exorbitant: 10 000 euro. Intrigata se idreapta spre vanzator intrebandu-l:&lt;br /&gt;- Ce are de special aceasta boroasca pt. a costa asa de mult???&lt;br /&gt;- Costa asa de mult pt. ca fece sex oral mai bine decat o zeita.Femeia isi zice atunci ca ar fi un cadou f. original si ca in mod sigur o sa-i faca placere barbatului ei (mai ales ca ei nu prea ii place sa faca asta...).&lt;br /&gt;Cumpara broasca si pleaca bucuroasa.Seara i-o ofera barbatului ei ii ureaza La multi ani si se duce la culcare.Pe la 3 dimineata o trezesc niste zgomote ciudate. Sotul ei nu era langa ea. Era in bucatarie cu sortul pus, plin de faina din cap pana-n picioare, cu borcane desfacute peste tot, sucul de rosii pe foc etc. etc. si cu broasca langa el (care se uita la el cu ochii bulbucati)&lt;br /&gt;- Dar ce faci draga la ora asta???&lt;br /&gt;Barba-su ii raspunde:&lt;br /&gt;- Daca reusesc sa o invat sa faca de mancare... tu te cari!!!...&lt;br /&gt;:-)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Doctorul:&lt;br /&gt;- E adevarat ce mi-a spus sotul dvs ca nu mai vreti sa faceti sex cu el?&lt;br /&gt;Pacienta:- Domnule doctor, de cand m-am angajat sunt foarte chinuita. Dimineata sar intr-un taxi sa ma duc la serviciu.&lt;br /&gt;Cand ajung, taximetristul ma intreaba: "Facem socoteala sau..." Ca sa fac o economie, aleg "sau". Ajung la servici, seful imi zice: "Iar ai intarziat. Ce facem, iti taiem din salariu, sau?... Binenteles, aleg "sau". Dupa lucru, obosita ma urc intr-un taxi si acelasi lucru...Doctorul:- Hmm, ce parere aveti, ii explicam sotului care-i problema, sau?...&lt;br /&gt;:-)))&lt;br /&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;P.S : ONE OF MY FAVOURITE :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD6oijh-6DI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD6oijh-6DI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-5687995568322629762?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5687995568322629762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=5687995568322629762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-1560282101037707929</id><published>2009-11-24T15:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:29:14.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>u got me to say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Swvj1tYJM-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sHdVbCHVaKE/s1600/poza-amuzanta-a-scapat-de-gripa-porcina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407666289441846242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Swvj1tYJM-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sHdVbCHVaKE/s320/poza-amuzanta-a-scapat-de-gripa-porcina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tatal si fiul&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiul:&lt;/span&gt; -tata,cum e mai bine,sa ma insor cu o femeie frumoasa sau cu una urata?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tatal:&lt;/span&gt; -fiule,depinde ce preferi!......sa mananci o prajitura si sa existe riscul s'o imparti cu prietenii sau sa mananci un kkt de unul singur? :-)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..................................................................................................................................................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Psihologia umana e fascinanta de'a dreptul,cel putin pt mine,si foarte simplu de inteles.Tot ce trebuie sa faci e s'o studiezi teoretic si apoi practic,si in primul rand sa fii obiectiv!.Surprizele vin doar atunci cand esti subiectiv sau nu ti'ai facut lectiile cum trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Am inteles de ce stau unele femei cu barbati care le maltrateaza dupa ce am studiat aprofundat in facultate psihologia si psihiatria copilului si al adultului.Asemenea persoane au tulburari de atasament provenite din familie( au crescut fara parinti sau cu parinti abuzivi etc,etc ) si ajung sa prefere atentia negativa decat deloc.&lt;br /&gt;In fine,nu despre asta vreau sa vbesc.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ceva timp in urma cand am decis sa inchei o relatie ,si i'am spus sincer ca ,eu cred ca nu ne potrivim,nu avem mai nimic in comun asa ca e mai bine s'o luam pe drumuri separate m'a frapat pt o secunda raspunsul lui:"habar n'ai ce pierzi!!!".&lt;br /&gt;Ok,eu pot intelege supararea,dezamagirea si altecelea dar cat de disperat dupa orice forma de consolare poti fii incat sa spui asta?&lt;br /&gt;I'am raspuns calma ca,eu nu cred ca pierd absolut nimic,si niciodata nu am iesit dintr'o relatie decat atunci cand am fost 100 % convinsa ca n'o sa mai vreau sa ma intorc inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Shed si " cujet" si imi dau seama ca eu niciodata n'as putea sa spun asta cuiva care'mi da papucii (ca sa ma exprim elegant:-P) ,si i'am incasat si eu de cateva ori ,ca asa e in economia de piata: odata dai ,odata primesti (uneori esti motan,alteori smantana....e ca la sexul oral,placere depinde de care parte a *** te aflii :-))))_&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,presupunand prin absurdul absurdului ca eu as fii femeia perfecta ,singura femeie perfecta de pe Terra cu toate atributele (si frumoasa si desteapta si devreme acasa,si gospodina in bucatarie si tarfa in pat si regina in societate) inseamna asta ca cel care vrea sa ma paraseasca a pierdut ceva ?...poate el chiar nu'si doreste asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt si barbati care 'si doresc langa ei o femeie mai mult decat mediocra (una care nu spala,nu'l asteapta acasa cu supa calda,nu'i va face niciodata masaj,nu se va deranja sa'l satisfaca nici sexual nici spiritual).De ce?...din obisnuintza dar mai ales din comoditate...e mult mai comod sa aia asa ceva acasa cand stii ca nimeni nu tanjeste dupa ce ai tu in coliba.Stii ca e acolo cand vii acasa ,dormind sau uitandu'se la telenovele,si esti multumit cu viata ta...si a ei ....care se mai intersecteaza din cand in cand cu a ta.....sigur ca asta nu te face fericit,dar hey,si riscurile sa te faca nefericit sunt mici ,nu?....totul e sub control si foarte previzibil.&lt;br /&gt;Daca insa,chiar si o asemenea femeie te paraseste,sau si mai rau te inseala,te paraseste apoi te intorci la ea :-)))) (pt ca stie ca esti ca o jucarie cu elastic  ieftina chinezeasca),atunci ma pot declara chiar si eu surprinsa tocmai cand ziceam ca nu ma mai surprinde nimic,si nu  ma pot gandi decat la Caragiale ( D'zeu sa'l odihneasca) si la replica lui celebra: "amice,esti idiot"...&lt;br /&gt;In cazul asta ,felicitari! ...esti un bou!...sau nu asa se numeste fericitul posesor al unei vaci ?!?&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: intrerup acest blog pt a raspunde in mod public unei intrebari adresate mai mult sau mai putin in privat si anume dc fac bani din blog.Raspunsul sincer e : nu!...parol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stiu ca se fac bani din blog ,stiu si CUM ,stiu si cine face,si nu sunt ipocrita sa spun ca eu n'am nevoie de bani,doar ca n'am timp.Asta ar presupune sa stai pe putin 8 ore in fata pc'ului si altele (nu dezvaluim metodele).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deci raspunsul, my friend e :nu,nu scriu pt bani!...inca...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SONG OF THE DAY: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbXmFHYfIJs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbXmFHYfIJs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-1560282101037707929?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1560282101037707929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=1560282101037707929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1560282101037707929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1560282101037707929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/u-got-me-to-say.html' title='u got me to say....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Swvj1tYJM-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/sHdVbCHVaKE/s72-c/poza-amuzanta-a-scapat-de-gripa-porcina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-4906635459042388398</id><published>2009-11-22T23:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:38:12.171+02:00</updated><title type='text'>what have u done?....u seem to move on  easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwmrRwkw61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/As1ZKvXE5yY/s1600/241453258+10556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407041149220219730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwmrRwkw61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/As1ZKvXE5yY/s320/241453258%2B10556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my Vietnam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm at war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life keeps on dropping bombs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I keep score &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you expect from me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I not giving you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;Am invatzat sa fug de probleme mai rau ca un anorexic de mancare,sau ca un parlamentar de raspundere.....&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am petrecut seara de sambata alaturi de prieteni de suflet pe care din pacate nu i'am mai vazut de mult.....si in compania lui Jack (ma rog,nu chiar Jack dar un substitut pe masura; prietenii stiu ce si cum :-D )&lt;br /&gt;M'am relaxat duminica intr'un bazin cu apa termala cu sulf la Herculane admirand muntii care de fiecare data ma fascineaza si ma inspaimanta in acelasi timp.In comparatie cu maretia lor toate angoasele mele palesc,par prea mici si insignifiante.....&lt;br /&gt;......da,avem o tara frumoasa,pacat ca'i locuita.&lt;br /&gt;In rest toate bune si frumoase,ce pot sa spun,thank's God for alcohol and antidepresivs :-)...after all a happy family is a medicated one :-P&lt;br /&gt;Maine  ma asteapta o sedintza de acupunctura...mi s'a promis ca daca mi se infig mii de ace in tot corpul o sa ma simt mai bine,si in clipa asta tind sa cred :-))...mai rau cu siguranta nu poate fi:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somnik pufos tuturor cu un suflet de copilutz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-4906635459042388398?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4906635459042388398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=4906635459042388398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4906635459042388398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4906635459042388398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-have-u-doneu-seem-to-move-on-easy.html' title='what have u done?....u seem to move on  easy'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwmrRwkw61I/AAAAAAAAAJo/As1ZKvXE5yY/s72-c/241453258%2B10556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-4566006108529137461</id><published>2009-11-21T13:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:59:27.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>oficial imi merge bine,dar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwfKAOGtBPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mv4pae0IYKg/s1600/685345861+6661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406511982816593138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwfKAOGtBPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mv4pae0IYKg/s320/685345861%2B6661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cel putin din punct de vedere financiar mi'a mers excelent saptamana asta.Mi'am intrebat prietena razand acum doua zile, cand mi'a facut un cadou neasteptat,daca urmeaza sa mor:-))),pt ca se spune ca inainte sa mori iti merge foarte bine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred in noroc pt ca nu pot sa'l definesc,dar pot spune ca am avut privilegiul de a cunoaste zilele astea un om absolut minunat.Inca nu'mi vine sa cred ca mai exista asemenea oameni exceptionali.&lt;br /&gt;Auzisem de el doar ca e foarte bun profesional,un chirurg de nota 10+ ,dar n'am avut ocazia sa'l cunosc personal decat in urma cu 2 zile.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'a intins o mana de ajutor fara sa ma cunoasca ,fara sa astepte ceva in schimb,m'a ajutat atat profesional cat si financiar ,fara sa'i pot rasplati vreodata.Nu pt ca am facut ceva sa merit,nu pt ca sunt speciala ,ci pt ca e OM,.....da, cu majuscule!&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca decate ori voi mai auzi pe cineva ca se lamenteaza cum ca toti oamenii sunt de cea mai joasa spetza ii voi contrazice vehement si le voi spune ca mai exista si ingeri printre demoni....eu i'am cunoscut!!!&lt;br /&gt;PS: SONG OF THE DAY : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS5k6ZTKx3o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS5k6ZTKx3o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-4566006108529137461?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4566006108529137461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=4566006108529137461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4566006108529137461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4566006108529137461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/oficial-imi-merge-binedar.html' title='oficial imi merge bine,dar....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwfKAOGtBPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mv4pae0IYKg/s72-c/685345861%2B6661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-3329538200910599586</id><published>2009-11-21T12:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:54:49.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the one that got away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwfF27gyYbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iExNSPnGDDw/s1600/118795091+6160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406507425160389042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwfF27gyYbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iExNSPnGDDw/s320/118795091%2B6160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the back of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh just for one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just for a while......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always one that gets away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that sneaks up on you that slips away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh but my man you're someone else's man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that ain't the man that I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you keep drawing me in with those big brown lying eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the back of my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh we had a night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a little while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always one that gets away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that sneaks up on you that slips away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a closed off corner of my heart yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll always see your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one that got away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a victim of clichés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't believe in soul mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy endings only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and I met you and all that changed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a taste and you're still sitting on the tip of my tongue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll look for you first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my next life.....&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/5040216839222168023-3329538200910599586?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3329538200910599586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=3329538200910599586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3329538200910599586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3329538200910599586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-that-got-away.html' title='the one that got away...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwfF27gyYbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iExNSPnGDDw/s72-c/118795091%2B6160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7275553263867423125</id><published>2009-11-20T22:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:55:25.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>did somebody bring me down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Swb_Mc10YSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Rlr3KDLIg1o/s1600/15253633+2561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406288992070295842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Swb_Mc10YSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Rlr3KDLIg1o/s320/15253633%2B2561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Am I sweating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or are these tears on my face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should I be hungry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't remember the last time that I ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a friend to talk me down...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But one foot wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm gonna fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody gets it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the lights are on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's gonna find me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's gonna find me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one foot wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people find the beauty in all of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go straight to the dark side of the abyss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it's it bad is it always my fault? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll have to love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm gone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ps: song of the day :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6d9IhdzxDk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6d9IhdzxDk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7275553263867423125?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7275553263867423125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7275553263867423125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7275553263867423125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7275553263867423125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-somebody-bring-me-down.html' title='did somebody bring me down?'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Swb_Mc10YSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Rlr3KDLIg1o/s72-c/15253633%2B2561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-1289086439788751925</id><published>2009-11-18T15:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:34:14.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not scared,just changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwP6mxbZRGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gwZFfrmho0M/s1600/the-letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405439521784939618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwP6mxbZRGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gwZFfrmho0M/s320/the-letter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cate ori fac greseala de a'mi pune intrebarea " de ce mi se intampla chestia asta?" ,sau si mai rau si egoist"de ce MIE?"...imi aduc aminte de un vers pe care'l repeta in mod obsesiv un coleg : "raspunsul prietene e vanare de vant !" .....cat adevar!...am invatat si am ajuns sa accept ca in scurta noastra viata pe acest pamant unele lucruri sunt pur si simplu imprevizibile,...n'are rost sa te framanti si sa  incerci sa cauti raspunsuri logice sau sa iti spui" oare ce pot sa invat dupa ce am trecut prin asta?".,pt ca raspunsul e : nimic!....unele lucruri pur si simplu se intampla independent de  tine si n'ai cum sa le previi oricat de frustrant ar fii....trebuie pur si simplu sa iei lucrurile asa cum vin fara prea multe framantari si filosofii  (oare dc as fii facut altfel,poate pur si simplu n'am noroc,etc  etc )...nu te ajuta la nimic ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajungi sa accepti imprevizibilul vietii cu seninatate cand ajungi destul de matur si intelept sa'ti dai seama ca tu esti raspunzator pentru deciziile tale,pentru ceea ce faci TU,si nu pentru deciziile altora.Insa atunci cand deciziile tale ii afecteaza si pe cei din jur ar trebui sa te gandesti de doua ori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esti ceea ce faci!...vorbele sunt gratuite si daca n'au corespondenta in fapte se cheama neadevar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred cu tarie ca nefericirea pe care o produci celorlalti in mod deliberat se va intoarce impotriva ta ca un boomerang cand te astepti mai putin.Am simtit'o pe propria piele si am vazut prea multe exemple ca sa nu cred in asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru mine bilantzul de sfarsit de an a venit mai repede (oricum luna decembrie nu e preferata mea pt ca pur si simplu detest impocrizia cu care se promoveaza tot comercialul din jurul Craciunului.....dar asta e alta poveste).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca m'ar intreba cineva ce am invatat eu anul asta i'as raspunde ca am invatat sa accept cu seninatate necazurile la fel ca si bucuriile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am avut parte de lucruri negative anul asta,de o serie de accidente,dar si de lucruri frumoase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am cunoscut persoane pentru care am toata consideratia si respectul,persoane de suflet,la fel cum  am cunoscut persoane de care m'as fii lipsit cu placere .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat sa'mi cer iertare cand gresesc dar si sa iert si sa uit ( cine spune ca iarta dar nu uita e un ipocrit pt. ca aia numai iertare nu e ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat sa multumesc pt un gest frumos si sa nu cred ca pur si simplu il meritam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am constatat cu tristete ca poti darui totul,iti poti da sufletul si sa nu primesti nimic inapoi,ba din contra.Asta nu m'a facut sa vreau sa dau mai putin pe viitor,pt mine orice persoana noua in viata mea e deosebita si demna de toata consideratia pana la proba contrarie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am cunoscut gustul tradarii de  catre persoane pentru care aveam tot respectul.Cu toate astea nu am ajuns la concluzia ca toti oamenii sunt rai si nici nu urasc pe nimeni.Am cunoscut demoni,dar am vut privilegiul sa cunosc si ingeri si ma pot lauda cu prieteni care mi'au salvat viata ( si nu exagerez cand spun asta).Cati pot spune ca au asa prieteni? si asta nu'i meritul meu,pur si simplu am fost binecuvantata si nu le voi putea rasplati nicicand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am un dram de respect pt persoanele care nu au taria de caracter si integritatea de a spune lucrurilor pe nume,care se ascund si mint.Nu sunt idealista si nici naiva,dar cred ca asta tine de maturitate si de respectul fata de propria persoana pana la urma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimic nu ma enerveaza mai tare decat persoanele care asteapta! .....asteapta sa li se intample ceva,sa vina cineva sa 'i scoata din probleme,din dileme si din propriile angoase.Oamenii astia isi merita nefericirea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am trecut prin greutati dar inca mai am puterea sa rad si sa'i fac pe altii sa rada,mai am inocenta de copil care crede ca oamenii mari sunt buni,mai am iubire de daruit,mai am empatie de oferit si maturitatea de a'i inlatura din viata mea pe cei care nu merita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inca mai cred in D'zeu si declar cu penitentza ca El crede in mine mai mult decat eu in EL,pt ca  dupa suferinta de moment in care am fost bosumflata ca lucrurile nu merg asa cum vreau eu ,mi'am dat seama ce rau mi'ar fi fost dc lucrurile mergeau asa cum vroiam eu si nu El.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca ar fi sa trag o singura concluzie as spune ca am invatat sa nu'mi mai fac planuri( cine zicea ca noi ne facem planuri si D' zeu rade ,mare dreptate avea). Asta nu inseamna ca trebuie sa adopti o atitudine fatalista pasiva,dar fii constient ca nu stii ce'ti aduce clipa urmatoare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca mi'ar cere cineva sa'i dau un sfat (desi nu'mi place sa acord sfaturi) i'as spune : fii mereu cu sufletul curat si deschis ,traieste dar lasa'i si pe altii sa traiasca si incearca sa nu ranesti pe nimeni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpe diem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S : SONG OF THE DAY: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GazfzswHWNw"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GazfzswHWNw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-1289086439788751925?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1289086439788751925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=1289086439788751925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1289086439788751925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1289086439788751925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-scaredjust-changing.html' title='i&apos;m not scared,just changing'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SwP6mxbZRGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gwZFfrmho0M/s72-c/the-letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7910298949826021339</id><published>2009-10-24T14:54:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:00:20.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the stars are saying that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SuLrgIa0CvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IqWbJ4LCc94/s1600-h/vraja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396134240791562994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SuLrgIa0CvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IqWbJ4LCc94/s320/vraja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LIBRA (BALANTA)....&lt;br /&gt;Femeile din aceasta zodie se remarca prin puritate, frumusete, dar mai ales prin respingerea pronuntata a tot ce nu este atractiv. Au un instinct pentru distinctie, pentru forme de comportament deosebit , pentru imbracaminte.&lt;br /&gt;Folosesc parfumuri subtile si scumpe, iubesc bijuteriile si se inconjoara cu placere de lux. Admira frumusetea in toate manifestarile ei: muzica, sculptura, arhitectura, oameni. Locuinta lor are intotdeauna o nota de eleganta.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta conceptie de viata pretentioasa se manifesta si in alegerea barbatilor. Pentru ea barbatul insotitor trebuie sa fie asemenea unui inel cu briliante, care sa-i ridice propria valoare. Cel care nu se simte in stare de asa ceva sa nu-i iasa in cale. Ea se vede ca pe un ecran, observându-si toate miscarile si bucurându-se de propria frumusete. Este foarte critica. Doreste ca imaginea ei sa corespunda celui mai perfect etalon si recurge in acest sens la imbunatatiri. Ea a devenit un simbol al sarmului.&lt;br /&gt;Nestatornicia ei este de necombatut. Stie sa atraga barbatii,dar foarte curând se va dedica unei noi cuceriri. Poate sa uite mai repede decât o oglinda. Simtamintele ei sunt destul de superficiale. Si pentru ca Venus domina semnul ei zodiacal, este foarte priceputa in arta dragostei. Sa nu se uite niciodata respingerea ei pentru tot ce nu este atractiv. Barbatii iesiti din forma, cu burta, cu brate lipsite de vlaga, cu piept feminin sau prea scheletic cad in disgratie atunci când se desbraca. Femeia balanta va pretexta atunci o migrena sau se va inchide in baie. Pretentile ei estetice se intind pâna la organul sexual al barbatului. In general prefera artistii, scriitorii, cântaretii, pictorii, muzicienii si mai putin oamenii de afaceri.&lt;br /&gt; O femeie balanta cu limba ascutita a afirmat odata "Oamenii de afaceri au fost creati de Dumnezeu numai pentru ca avea nevoie de cineva care sa rezolve problemele plicticoase".&lt;br /&gt; Ea nu se intereseaza de barbatul in sine. Ceea ce doreste este sa fie admirata. Ea doreste un barbat pentru mângâierea egoului sau caci in centrul atentiei trebuie sa fie ea insasi. Toate ocaziile sunt pentru ea cadrul in care trebuie sa fie admirata, sa straluceasca precum piatra pretioasa in montura.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i place sa fie grabita, este inutil sa i se atraga atentia ca invitatia a fost stabilita pentru o anumita ora deoarece cu un sfert de ora inainte ea este in fata oglizii, linistita si fara panica. Orice pretext social nu este altceva decat ocazia de a stralucii. Din orice ocazie stie sa faca un eveniment. Isi face aparitia ca o cometa, iar entuziasmul ei declanseaza la ceilalti o reactie asemanatoare. Daca nu reuseste sa se impuna, devine artagoasa, capricioasa. Asteapta de la toate perfectiunea si atunci gaseste toate lipsurile care i-ar putea zadarnicii dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;O sperietoare o constitutie cuvantul bani. Dupa parerea ei banii exista pentru a fi cheltuiti si despre acest lucru nu se discuta. Problema banilor o plictiseste, banul o intereseaza numai atunci cand poate sa-si cumpere bijuterii, haine sau blanuri. Banul in sine nu o itereseaza.&lt;br /&gt;Ii plac cartile distractive, cartile cu happy-end, camerele impodobite cu flori, muzica lirica. In general fiind realizata, vesela, se poate desfasura in toate imprejurarile cu buna dispozitie. Dar starile de buna dispozitie alterneaza cu cele de depresiune si atunci nu deosebeste decat negrul de alb. In lucrurile marunte este perfecta. Ordinea superficiala o enerveaza. Nu trebuie sa-i poruncim sau sa-i dam sfaturi caci nu le va urma.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt incapatinate innascute. Este feminina dar si vicioasa si cu mult sange rece. Depinde mult de pozitia astrelor, caci poate fi si pasiva asteptand pe cel care sa o conduca. Este multilaterala si fascinanta, cuceritoare.&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;SI MAI SPUN CA ....&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/video_4982959_date-libra-woman.html#"&gt;http://www.ehow.com/video_4982959_date-libra-woman.html#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;DO U BELIEVE THE STARS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7910298949826021339?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7910298949826021339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7910298949826021339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7910298949826021339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7910298949826021339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/10/stars-are-saying-that.html' title='the stars are saying that...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SuLrgIa0CvI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IqWbJ4LCc94/s72-c/vraja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7357411367239516516</id><published>2009-10-23T13:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:19:01.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ce'mi doresc eu mie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SuGCPVfFGPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ioGdD9CNYW0/s1600-h/poza-amuzanta-motan-la-sala-de-forta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395737028543715570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SuGCPVfFGPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ioGdD9CNYW0/s320/poza-amuzanta-motan-la-sala-de-forta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la ce suspin eu de vreo luna incoace si probabil voi mai suspina multe luni pt ca deocamdata nu mi'l permit &lt;a href="http://www.top-shop.ro/index.asp?tn=productview&amp;amp;pid=61015&amp;amp;c=1146&amp;amp;ils=10&amp;amp;main=fitness&amp;amp;irp=16&amp;amp;pcs=2"&gt;http://www.top-shop.ro/index.asp?tn=productview&amp;amp;pid=61015&amp;amp;c=1146&amp;amp;ils=10&amp;amp;main=fitness&amp;amp;irp=16&amp;amp;pcs=2&lt;/a&gt; :-(&lt;br /&gt;asa ca for now,tot ce'mi mai ramane e sa cred cu tarie ca exista mos craciun....sau macar iepurasul de paste....sau intre ei  al 13'lea salar :-D&lt;br /&gt;paote ,poate....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7357411367239516516?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7357411367239516516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7357411367239516516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7357411367239516516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7357411367239516516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/10/cemi-doresc-eu-mie.html' title='ce&apos;mi doresc eu mie...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SuGCPVfFGPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ioGdD9CNYW0/s72-c/poza-amuzanta-motan-la-sala-de-forta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-449877815637371610</id><published>2009-10-15T17:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:48:53.394+03:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a crazy crazy world....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Stc1gQAbD2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z_NRP82tFPw/s1600-h/strainul-din-mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392837906968285026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Stc1gQAbD2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z_NRP82tFPw/s320/strainul-din-mine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deci.....nu pot sa cred...se pare ca intr'adevar pe internet gasesti orice....inclusiv cea mai rapida cale de a divorta&lt;br /&gt;brauzand (browsing) netul am aflat intamplator ca exista un site w.divorturionline.ro...jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;si tocmai cand ziceam ca nu ma mai mira nimic ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-449877815637371610?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/449877815637371610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=449877815637371610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/449877815637371610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/449877815637371610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-crazy-crazy-world.html' title='it&apos;s a crazy crazy world....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Stc1gQAbD2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Z_NRP82tFPw/s72-c/strainul-din-mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-8511184140439319714</id><published>2009-10-11T16:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:02:36.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>stop falling...for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/StHkzE5uPnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oKwv4R2cYK0/s1600-h/maine-dimineata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391341795079503474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/StHkzE5uPnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oKwv4R2cYK0/s320/maine-dimineata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I ain't lookin for a steady thing&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lookin for what love brings&lt;br /&gt;I'm still young and I ain't ready babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm still lookin for some better days&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna give you everything&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel things&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't down to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Just throw it away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume cuz I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;That I'll fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect I'm young and need to be took care of&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear you got what I need&lt;br /&gt;Cuz how would you know before we speak&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta understand my side&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crazy, crazy life&lt;br /&gt;Nobody came along to open up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta take what you can get&lt;br /&gt;Don't even bother with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I get a feeling I won't let ït start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-8511184140439319714?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8511184140439319714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=8511184140439319714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8511184140439319714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8511184140439319714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/10/stop-fallingfor-me.html' title='stop falling...for me'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/StHkzE5uPnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oKwv4R2cYK0/s72-c/maine-dimineata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-8787605994141842606</id><published>2009-08-31T20:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:16:44.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Love You No More (i'm Sorry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SpwQEGLHvAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pKplSKagaHs/s1600-h/229339635+3931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376189717736307714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SpwQEGLHvAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pKplSKagaHs/s320/229339635%2B3931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just don't love you no more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the tears I made you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't love you no more.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-8787605994141842606?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8787605994141842606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=8787605994141842606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8787605994141842606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8787605994141842606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-love-you-no-more-im-sorry.html' title='Don&apos;t Love You No More (i&apos;m Sorry)'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SpwQEGLHvAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pKplSKagaHs/s72-c/229339635%2B3931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7338657391781495284</id><published>2009-06-08T15:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:42:06.711+03:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the basics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Si0EIw3Vc1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Pc8PFYgQwqA/s1600-h/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344932881361105746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Si0EIw3Vc1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Pc8PFYgQwqA/s320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ma simt ca un pui din ala de antilopa pe care'l vad pe Animal Planet la emisiunile mele preferate,care abia nascut se chinuie din greu sa stea in picioare ....cade,apoi din nou se chinuie sa mearga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invatz din nou sa merg :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dupa 3 sapt de imobilizare am uitat sa merg normal cu piciorul stang,mi'e frica sa'l indoi si merg mai mult taraindu'l :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ciudat cum uiti lucruri pe care le credeai simple ,si carora nu le dai importanta,pe care crezi ca le ai pur si simplu ca asa ti se cuvine si uitam cum ne'am chinuit sa invatazm sa mergem de la cea mai frageda varsta si cate julituri am incasat pana am reusit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e greu sa te intorci la zero totusi .....se lasa cu nervi,injuraturi,frustrai ,iar pe mine cel mai tare ma doare si ma enerveaza ca vrand nevrand trebuie sa depind cat de cat de cei din jur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well,gata cu lamentarea, wish me well...urmeaza o perioada de recuperare lunga &gt; &lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;azi zambim cu Dan Badea :-) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52mG5qsF31A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52mG5qsF31A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7338657391781495284?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7338657391781495284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7338657391781495284' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7338657391781495284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7338657391781495284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-basics.html' title='back to the basics....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Si0EIw3Vc1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Pc8PFYgQwqA/s72-c/teddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7331162308512775717</id><published>2009-06-07T00:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:01:00.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>stand up comedy romanesc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Siri7RXkmAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xdFXYOLNNzY/s1600-h/drinks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344333415730944002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Siri7RXkmAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xdFXYOLNNzY/s320/drinks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" imi place sa ma imbat ca o scroafa....ma face sa ma simt ca un barbat :-D " PATRICIA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEDELEA &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1UBJzUVk2c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1UBJzUVk2c&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;iubesc stand up comedy si din fericire si cel romanesc devine tot mai bun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oricum preferatul meu ramane Dan Badea :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7331162308512775717?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7331162308512775717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7331162308512775717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7331162308512775717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7331162308512775717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/06/stand-up-comedy-romanesc.html' title='stand up comedy romanesc...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/Siri7RXkmAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xdFXYOLNNzY/s72-c/drinks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7334110283289903364</id><published>2009-03-30T17:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:07:34.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'>salata de ton cu degete taiate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SdDfg_348BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3BPdtGrefyY/s1600-h/Funny_Pictures_5142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318996917919215634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SdDfg_348BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3BPdtGrefyY/s320/Funny_Pictures_5142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi m'am decis sa fiu mai creativa in bucatarie si sa pregatesc ceva mai special si mai light,ca tot vine vara acusi acusi si ma lupt din rasputeri sa dau burtica jos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca zis si pregatit ingrediente : salata verde,branza telemea,masline negre,porumb dulce,ridichi,o lamaie,si evident conserva de ton...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon ...etapa a doua....prepararea : spalat salata bine de tot,luat cutitul cel mai mare din bucatarie,luat un suport de lemn pentru taiat,taiat salata,taiat si degetul,sangerat,injurat,sangerat...sange, sange (de unde palaria mea am atata sange?!? ),muscat limba sa nu urlu de durere (de obicei suport foarte bine durerea dar taietura asta ustura ca naiba),infasurat degetul intr'un prosop si cautat dupa un plasture ceva,orice....si cautat si cautat, si in jurat si iar cautat si iar injurat.....damn it,is doctor si yo n'am in casa o fasa de tifon,o compresa,un bandaj ceva,....nada,niente,nexam....am gasit intr'un final o rola de leucoplast autoadeziv dar nu'l puteam pune direct pe rana,sa ca am avut de ales intre vata (nu se pune vata pe o plaga) si dischete pentru demachiat ....macar alea sunt din bumbac si au un invelis neted.....asa ca mi'am tras un bandaj original dintr'o discheta pentru demachiat peste care am infasurat de vreo 5 ori leucoplastul autoadeziv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;revenit in bucatarie,continuat salata,care a iesit absolut delicioasa si pe care am papat'o cu pofta...si cu un deget tinut strategic in sus.....buine macar ca nu e mijlociul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abia cand am dus vasele la spalat am observat ca bucataria mea arata ca intr'un film horror....erau picaturi de sange pe toata gresia....recunosc ca l'am privit putin uimita....damn it,parca nu arata la fel cu cel pe care'l vad zilnic la spital,parca nu e la fel cand e al tau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that means that i'm a human too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7334110283289903364?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7334110283289903364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7334110283289903364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7334110283289903364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7334110283289903364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/03/salata-de-ton-cu-degete-taiate.html' title='salata de ton cu degete taiate....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SdDfg_348BI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3BPdtGrefyY/s72-c/Funny_Pictures_5142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-2407933761856003801</id><published>2009-01-25T16:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:26:06.959+02:00</updated><title type='text'>despre lene,sau....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SXx2MrssMOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/08KN3IvMuhw/s1600-h/l_199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295237222141538530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SXx2MrssMOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/08KN3IvMuhw/s320/l_199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; imoralitate,pierderea reperelor,lipsa de principii sau asa zisul "fast living"...sau mai pe scurt,despre "de"generatia noastra ....&lt;br /&gt;nu demult,intr'una din seri ,butonam telecomanda,sau "i was watching tv",care la mine insemana schimbat de pe pe un program pe altul tot la 2 secunde,avand in vedere ca televiziunile roamnesti au programe absolut "fascinante" , in incercarea de a'mi mai alunga din plictiseala,....&lt;br /&gt;si in timp ce agresam telecomanda,ma opresc un minut pe un post unde aud intrebarea"mai stiu barbatii in ziua de azi sa cucereasca o femeie?" (evident intr'o emisiune pt femei)...fac o grimasa ,imi zic in gand "cut the bullshit",si butonez mai departe,pt ca emisiuni de muieri frustrate imi provoaca greatza.....&lt;br /&gt;dar a doua zi,in drum spre servici,imi revenea in minte obsesiv intrebarea " mai stiu barbatii din ziua de azi sa cucereasca o femeie?''....probabil si pt ca incercam sa'mi alung orice gand care ma ducea la frigul de afara&lt;br /&gt;da mai domn'le ...mai stiu barbatii din ziua de azi sa cucereasca o femeie ???&lt;br /&gt;adica,sa iasa la o plimbare prin parc,la o inghetzata sau o prajitura,la un film (nu cu intentia ca acolo'i intuneric si wow,ce prilej bun de a 'i pune mana pe balcoane).....&lt;br /&gt;mai au barbatii RABDARE sa cucereasca o femeie? sau dc tipa dupa a 3'a intalnire (cel tarziu) nu "presteaza " servicii care presupun absentza lenjeriei intime,e clar total dezinteresata de dansul(asta ca sa ma exprim elegant)&lt;br /&gt;probabil ca majoritatea nu....&lt;br /&gt;si de ce ar mai avea rabdare ma rog? cand la tot coltul sunt femei(a se citi fetiscane) care stiu ca 's cool si ca baietii le iubeste cu cat ajung sa se "cunoasca" mai repede....ca doar la ce bun si'a luat un sutien nou din bazar dc nu 'l vede nimeni...&lt;br /&gt;si after all, un barbat care sa aduca flori unei femei dezinteresat ,sau care sa zica abia astept sa ne vedem din nou(si nu abia astept s'o f***..acem din nou),...well,asa ceva se intampla pe vremea bunicii,sau cu multa indulgentza a parintilor...nu?&lt;br /&gt;sigur asa e din moment ce in revistele moderne pentru"femei " nu scrie nimic despre asta,ci ne invata peste tot care's cele mai cool zece pozitii pt sex,cum sa obtii orgasmul (de preferintza nu singur ), cum sa'ti descoperi punctele erogene,etc,etc,...de ajungi un adevarat expert intr'ale sexului chiar inainte sa faci sex&lt;br /&gt;lasand gluma la o parte ,intrebarea care ma obsedeaza e : oare intr'adevar lenea e cea care ne caracterizeaza generatia?...oare chiar suntem atat de puturosi incat vrem totul cat mai repede?...de la electrocasnice,de la mancare facuta fast,de la roboti de bucatarie,si mai grav de la oameni?....&lt;br /&gt;nu mai facem nimic ce presupune efort,nu mai investim timp sa descoperim ,nu mai reparam nimic?...aruncam totul...obiecte ,relatii,pt ca mereu apare altceva,nu neaparat mai bun,dar mai stralucitor....si,da,mai scump...dar nici nu observam asta pt ca after all,meritam tot ce'i mai nou si mai scump,nu?....de ce meritam?...pt ca ne stressam zilnic...de ce nici nu mai conteaza...de ce simtim un gol sufletesc la sfarsitul zilei cu toate lucrurile noi si shiney ,cine sa mai inteleaga ...probabil pt ca lumea'i curva ...restul lumii...restul&lt;br /&gt;suntem prinsi in cercul vicios al LENII ,al placerilor de moment ,....si al insatisfactiilor de durata&lt;br /&gt;mi'ar placea sa aflu parerea tuturor celor ce citesc acest blog (judecand dupa nr de vizualizari,as zice ca in jur de 200 de pers acceseaza aceasta pagina pe saptamana),dar stiu ca mai mult de 80% le va fii prea LENE sa scrie un comntariu si sa'si spuna parerea&lt;br /&gt;suntem intr'adevar generatia copy-paste? ?&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;song of the day:.DUFFY -rain on your parade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-2407933761856003801?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2407933761856003801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=2407933761856003801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/2407933761856003801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/2407933761856003801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-lenesau.html' title='despre lene,sau....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SXx2MrssMOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/08KN3IvMuhw/s72-c/l_199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-3164503784052564500</id><published>2008-12-01T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:03:42.598+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i take fun seriously !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/STPSIRY9s4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RNKbiiobr70/s1600-h/320900209+15180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274790628129878914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/STPSIRY9s4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RNKbiiobr70/s320/320900209%2B15180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vineri seara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "noaptea devoratorilor de publicitate "...un spectacol pe care mi l'am dorit foarte mult sa'l vad (cei care s'au gandit la prostii,apropo de blogul precedent ,shame on u ,nu tre' sa astept o luna pt asta )....&lt;br /&gt;amu ce pot sa spun....ori eu am avut asteptari prea mari,ori show'ul a cam lasat de dorit....trupa Cafe Deko a fost defapt o singura persoana,funny ce'i drept (nimic de zis) ,iar unele reclame nu erau nici macar in apropierea amuzantului&lt;br /&gt;in rest: desi pretzul unui bilet a fost cam piperat (40 ron) sala a fost plina,publicul tanar ,parerile impartite....&lt;br /&gt;eu am rezistat pana la 3 dimineatza,cam ,ca majoritatea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sambata seara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : iesit prin cafenele,baut 2 bericele,povestit,barfit,impartasit,discutat,analizat,ajuns acasa la o ora inadmisibil de cuminte(in jurul orei 23) hotarata sa fac nani .....dupa jumate de ora primit telefon cum ca nu se poate si nu se accepta somnik asa devreme ,si cand am auzit ca'i vorba de clubul meu preferat ,cum sa nu cedez ....asa ca schimbat hainili,pantofii,atitudinea,and out of the house and into the club.... o fo' fain ,fain ,fain ....ajuns acasa din nou pe la 3 dimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;duminica &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (am fo' la vot ).......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seara &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: finally teatru ! :"Zadarnicele chinuri ale dragostei " o adaptare dupa Shakespeare ,o piesa modernizata in asa hal incat n'am mai priceput nimic , fara nici o intriga si terminata in coada de peste ...&lt;br /&gt;oricum am fost satisfacuta ca am vazut in sfarsit o piesa de teatru dupa atata timp,asa de satisfacuta ca am dormit ca un bebelush de la 23 seara ...&lt;br /&gt;de cate ori merg la teatru am asa un sentiment greu de explicat....de suflet plin ....imi place foarte mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;azi (1decembrie )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: La multi ani ! sa traim ( mai ) bine !&lt;br /&gt;ziua de azi trebuie neaparat petrecuta in triluri de muzica populara cu un vin fiert(sau o gura de tzuica ) si degustat din preparatele noastre fine si traditionale cum ar fi o fasole cu ciolan facuta musai in cazan.....am zis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THOUGHT OF THE DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : Sunt milioane de insi care tanjesc dupa nemurire, dar care nu stiu ce sa faca intr-o dupa-amaiaza de duminica ploioasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a great week everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-3164503784052564500?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3164503784052564500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=3164503784052564500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3164503784052564500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3164503784052564500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-take-fun-seriously.html' title='i take fun seriously !'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/STPSIRY9s4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RNKbiiobr70/s72-c/320900209%2B15180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7985217851071764137</id><published>2008-11-23T23:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:42:24.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend days....and nights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSnNe0g6RyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wg4EtmrX4qk/s1600-h/731040369+13263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271970768190326562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSnNe0g6RyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wg4EtmrX4qk/s320/731040369%2B13263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSnNGjIF0XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/sXoVfJjvBiU/s1600-h/224229064+10666.jpg"&gt;Inutil sa mai precizez ca neuronii mei s'au regasit , si impreuna formeaza sinapse care nu concep sub nici o forma ca weekendul sa fie petrecut in casa (sau cel putin nu in casa la mine)....asta inseamna ca din nou sambata noaptea a fost noapte alba (facut nani pe la 5 dimi).....duminica: dormit,papat, siesta,.then:a new make'up,different close,bijuterii,parfum,and out of the house&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am propus sa fac ceva ce mi'am dorit de o luna,dar n'am reusit,si anume : sa'mi destind neuronii la o piesa de teatru . Spre rusinea mea n'am mai fost la teatru de ceva vreme(a se citi vreo 2 ani) si chiar imi era foaaaaarte dor&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate no luck ,in seara asta ,nu stiu de ce, teatrul inchis ,nici o reprezentatie,nimic&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce'a trecut dezamagirea si relaxare intr'o cafenea ,what should we do,what should we do.........mi'am adus aminte ca nici la cinema n'am mai fo' de'un secol (da stiu,viatza mea a fost cam asociala ,asexuala, don't even mention it )....asa ca zis si cumparat bilete la cinema ,movie it is !&lt;br /&gt;Si movie a fost: "Dragostea pe timp de holera", un film dupa un roman de Gabriel Garcia Marchez.....un film de care imi voi aduce aminte cu sigurantza mult timp de acum inainte....&lt;br /&gt;Filmul nu prea are legatura cu holera,dar are mare legatura cu dragostea .&lt;br /&gt;Yap love again ......"nimic nu e mai dificil decat dragostea!", zice scriitorul,si mare dreptate are!&lt;br /&gt;Filmul ridica o mare intrebare vis'a vis de dragoste (de iubirea adevarata ,nu de "indragosteala"): tu cat timp esti dispus sa astepti dragostea adevarata?&lt;br /&gt;E vorba despre un barbat care se indragosteste foarte tare de fiica unui negustor,dar fiind sarac si fara pozitie sociala,ghiciti ce se intampla.....exact: tatal fetei se opune ! vehement!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isi ia fiica si o muta in alt orash pana ii trece fetei iubirea.....si ii trece ....ei!,ca lui nu....si de aici incepe toata povestea.&lt;br /&gt;Ea se casatoreste cu un doctor,iar el se hotareste s'o astepte.....sa astepte oricat e nevoie pana cand sotul ei va muri si ei vor putea fii impreuna,sperand inca,ca ei ii mai pasa de el......so wrong,so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa nu innebuneasca de durere ,el decide sa evadeze in relatii sexuale cu orice femeie disponibila....pe care si le noteaza in amanunt......astfel ca dupa 52 de ani de asteptare ,el intretinuse deja relatii cu aprox 700 de femei ....da : 700!&lt;br /&gt;Dupa 52 de ani ,insfarsit moare doctorul si el se hotareste s'o recucereasca pe dragostea vietii lui,asa ca abia la 72 de ani isi da seama ce inseamna sa faci dragoste (nu sex!) si ii spune ,pe buna dreptate: " m'am pastrat virgin pentru tine".&lt;br /&gt;All in all, e un film care merita vazut ,un film care cu sigurantza iti da de gandit vis' a 'vis de dragostea care se intampla in vremurile noastre....sa astepti 52 de ani sa faci dragoste cu femeia iubita: this is love!&lt;br /&gt;have a great week everyone ! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7985217851071764137?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7985217851071764137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7985217851071764137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7985217851071764137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7985217851071764137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-daysand-nights.html' title='weekend days....and nights!'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSnNe0g6RyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wg4EtmrX4qk/s72-c/731040369%2B13263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7379538394590708702</id><published>2008-11-16T21:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:04:47.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSBuhAD2X4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/y4LYwIcUQqQ/s1600-h/euuuuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269333077254365058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSBuhAD2X4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/y4LYwIcUQqQ/s320/euuuuuuu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daca sambata trecuta am stat ca o dobitoaca in casa si am facut pe menajera ,dupa care m'a apucat bocitul de parca toate problemele universului s'au abatut asupra mea si jeleam pentru copiii flamanzi din lumea a 3'a ,criza financiara,atentatul din 9/11 cele 2 razboaie mondiale,toti evreii gazati ,toate astea la un loc la halul in care am plans,ca daca ma vedea careva zicea ca drept a crapat careva,cred ca si copiilor din Africa le trecea pofta de mancare....well sambata asta(adica ieri),mi'a venit mintea la cap si mi'am dat seama ca sambetele's pentru zambete`,(ce "poetica" sunt),si dupa nenumarate planuri anulate succesiv, am decis ca daca'i saturday night,no atunci musai ii saturday night out!&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput incalzirea cu o iesire si o discutie ca intre fete la o bericica,intr'un club dragutzel,numa c'o fo' cam frig,si cand a inceput nu stiu ce formatie no name sa cante, nu mi'am mai auzit nici gandurile(ceea ce in cazul meu nu'i neaparat un lucru rau ),dar pentru timpanele mele a fost too much,...asa ca ne'am mutat funduletzele intr'un club de care nici n'aveam idee ca'i asa misto (cool in limbaj popular)....sincer nu credeam ca avem asa ceva in ARAD....mie (ma rog,pana aseara) mi'a placut doar un club:OLD CLUB HOUSE,pentru ca are muzica super buna,retro, atmosfera de nota 10 ,doar ca e cam micutz....&lt;br /&gt;Insa de aseara mi'am schimbat parerea,so, daca vreodata treceti prin Arad va recomand : PAPA JOE ! categoric !....un club elegant amenajat,foarte curat,muzica de nota 15+ ,si o atmosfera de milioane!!!....dupa ora 23 clubul e absolut full,asa ca fara masa rezervata din timp,n'ai nici o sansa.&lt;br /&gt;La inceput mi s'a parut cam anosta atmosfera,untill the guys arrived .... ....dupa ora 12 i was feeling like a teenager , dancing and all, iar dupa 2 beri (ok 3) si 2 pahare de wiskey si prea multe tigari i was living "la vie en rose " .....&lt;br /&gt;Dar a doua zi,....adica azi dimineatza....auch,auch,auuuu ...my head!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ii multumesc lui D'zeu si industriei farmaceutice ca s'a inventat algocalminul ....dupa 3 tablete de algo si cafea bauta cam cat beau de obicei in jumate de saptamana ,am fost ca noua....asa ca am decis sa ies la un suc (da,suc! ) si o pizza care mi s'a parut foarte delicioasa,ori din cauza foamei ori pt ca intr'adevar avea toate ingredientele pe care ar trebui sa le aiba o pizza...yummy, yummy&lt;br /&gt;All in all,concluzia mea vis'a vis de weekenduri e una singura: go out and have as much fun as possible!!!&lt;br /&gt;In weekendul asta am descoperit (ce pt un timp,din pacate am uitat): ca inca mai am prieteni,si inca persoane foarte dragi si la care tin foarte mult si invers,ca inca mai stiu sa rad ,sa dansez,sa ma simt ca o adolescenta,ca inca mai sunt privita ca o femeie frumoasa si curtata,ca viata nu are doar momente triste,si ca pentru o persoana care nu te apreciaza vei gasi 10 care au alta parere ....&lt;br /&gt;Weekendurile sunt facute sa te destinzi,sa te relaxezi,sa te incarci de energie pt o saptamana...nu sa stai in casa la tv,no fucking way!&lt;br /&gt;Weekendurile trebuie petrecute alaturi de persoane care'ti dau energie pozitiva...&lt;br /&gt;Va doresc ca toate sambetele sa va fie pline de zambete , si nu uitati sfatul medicului: excesul de alcool,tutun bla,bla,bla ...dauneaza grav sanatatii...&lt;br /&gt;....desigur personele care'l cunosc pe medic va vor spune sa faceti ce ZICE medicul ,nu ceFACE medicul,dar asta'i alta poveste&lt;br /&gt;Somnic odihnitor everyone!....eu imi continui seara cu o baie fierbinte cu spuma and drinking ceai de musetel ....muuult ceai de musetel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7379538394590708702?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7379538394590708702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7379538394590708702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7379538394590708702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7379538394590708702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-night-out.html' title='Saturday night out....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SSBuhAD2X4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/y4LYwIcUQqQ/s72-c/euuuuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-4225250004642211652</id><published>2008-11-13T14:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:57:47.561+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh jack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SRwjEpbYHcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CHP8-OJXviE/s1600-h/DSC04911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268124226863766978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SRwjEpbYHcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CHP8-OJXviE/s320/DSC04911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Men will come and go,but Jack will allways be there for you".....in this case Johnny will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si ca sa 'l citez pe un prieten care mi'a spus de curand :" Tu "ludo" !(crazy girl ).....sa'mi bag p**a daca te inteleg.....is o tona de barbati in lume,si tu ii alegi tot timpul pa' aia care's cei mai naspa"!....am incheiat citatul&lt;br /&gt;Nu,nu vreau sa spun ca am dat numai de boi,pentru ca atunci automat m'as autoproclama vaca ,...si nu,nu urasc barbatii,(unii dintre cei mai buni prieteni ai mei sunt barbati),insa ,...(azi ,printr'o anumita conjunctura,am prea mult timp de cujetat si despicat fire in tzanspe')....insa,dupa cum spuneam,am constatat, looking back,ca intr'adevar am avut tot timpul inclinatii spre relatii dificile,ca sa nu spun relatii care de la inceput se prevedeau dezastruoase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca 'i adevarat cum se spune ca atunci cand il cunosti pe ''THE ONE '' simti ca EL e alesul,insa eu una la inceputul fiecarei relatii puteam sa jur ca nu el,nou venitul e "THE ONE", si asta chiar in conditiile cand relatia incepea de'a dreptul minunat(cu fluturasi in stomac,exaltari si tra la ,la'uri)...........si se incheia ca p*la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to some questions.....referitoare la dezastrele mele pseudosentimentale,....si uneori si de alta natura() :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nr.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Am un ghinion teribil!!!!!, sau vreun fost iubit distrus cu neuronu' put a spell on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nr.2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Undeva in subconstientul meu sunt teribil de sadomasochista...&lt;br /&gt;desi nu cred.....imi place ,cel mult,sa provoc durere , la nivel spiritual metafizic ,ma refer (desi nici asta),dar nicidecum sa simt EU durere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nr.3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Si cel mai plauzibil:.....ma plictisesc teribil de repede!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sunt efectiv dependenta de nou....lucruri,situatii,persoane ,de care la inceput eram efectiv fascinata,ajung sa ma lase rece,intervine rapid o stare de monotonie,apoi blazare crunta,apoi nervi ,iritare,si entuziasmul ii pe p*la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In concluzie: does anyone knows a good shrink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-4225250004642211652?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4225250004642211652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=4225250004642211652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4225250004642211652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4225250004642211652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-jack.html' title='Oh jack!'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SRwjEpbYHcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CHP8-OJXviE/s72-c/DSC04911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-432475203870126856</id><published>2008-10-21T20:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:19:15.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes my corner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SP4O87s-gnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6B0EcGzx3o/s1600-h/1040582090+11203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259657854796595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SP4O87s-gnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6B0EcGzx3o/s320/1040582090%2B11203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....feels so ugly without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-432475203870126856?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/432475203870126856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=432475203870126856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/432475203870126856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/432475203870126856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-my-corner.html' title='sometimes my corner...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SP4O87s-gnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/E6B0EcGzx3o/s72-c/1040582090%2B11203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-5065261148978169184</id><published>2008-08-22T14:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:26:15.443+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Facerea lumii. Varianta financiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SK6hvIzHANI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OwPIeaI3z3w/s1600-h/Even_This_Angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237301247866241234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SK6hvIzHANI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OwPIeaI3z3w/s320/Even_This_Angle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. La început Bancherul a făcut Creditul şi Depozitul.&lt;br /&gt;2. Şi sediul Bancii era netocmit şi gol. Întuneric era deasupra lui şi Duhul Bancherului se purta pe deasupra ghiseelor.&lt;br /&gt;3. Şi a zis Bancherul: “Să fie Comisioane!” Şi s-au făcut comisioane.&lt;br /&gt;4. Şi a văzut Bancherul că sunt bune comisioanele şi a despărţit Bancherul comisioanele de restul taxelor.&lt;br /&gt;5. Comisioanele le-a numit bancherul venit, iar taxele le-a numit venit suplimentar. Si a fost ziua întâi.&lt;br /&gt;6. Şi a zis Bancherul: “Să fie o tărie prin mijlocul procedurii de credit, ca sa desparta clientii dupa riscuri. Şi a fost aşa.&lt;br /&gt;7. A făcut Bancherul tăria şi a despărţit Bancherul dosarele dupa clienti foarte profitabili si clienti deranjant de profitabili.&lt;br /&gt;8. Tăria a numit-o Bancherul analiză de risc. Şi a văzut Bancherul că este bine. Şi a fost seară şi a fost dimineaţă: ziua a doua.&lt;br /&gt;9. Şi a zis Bancherul: “Să se adune comisioanele cele de sub cer la un loc şi să se ascundă DAE!” Şi a fost aşa. S-au adunat apele cele de sub cer la locurile lor şi s-a ascuns DAE..&lt;br /&gt;10. Pe DAE l-a numit Bancherul “Ucigă-l Toaca”, iar adunarea comisioanelor a numit-o Distracţie. Şi a văzut Bancherul că este bine.&lt;br /&gt;11. Apoi a zis Bancherul: “Să iasă din credit alte comisioane, cu sămânţă într-însele, după felul şi asemănarea lor şi taxe roditoare care să dea rod cu sămânţă în sine” Şi a fost aşa.&lt;br /&gt;12. Si a dat fiecare credit alte şi alte comisioane, cu sămânţă într-însele, după felul şi asemănarea lor, şi taxe roditoare care rodeau cu sămânţă în sine Şi a văzut Bancherul că este bine.&lt;br /&gt;13. Şi a fost seară şi a fost dimineaţă: ziua a treia.&lt;br /&gt;14. Şi a zis Bancherul: “Să fie promoţii care să lumineze creditele, să despartă proştii de fraieri şi să fie semne ca să deosebească anotimpurile, zilele şi anii.&lt;br /&gt;15. Şi să slujească drept luminători pe tăria Băncii, ca să lumineze viitorul ei. Şi a fost aşa.&lt;br /&gt;16. A făcut Bancherul cei doi luminători mari: Biroul de Credit pentru persoanele fizice şi Centrala Incidentelor de Plăţi pentru cele juridice.&lt;br /&gt;17. Şi le-a pus Bancherul pe tăria cerului, ca să-i lumineze acitivitatea&lt;br /&gt;18. Şi a văzut Bancherul că este bine.&lt;br /&gt;19. Şi a fost seară şi a fost dimineaţă: ziua a patra.&lt;br /&gt;20. Apoi a zis Bancherul: “Să mişune banca de vietăţi, fiinţe cu viaţă în ele, care să mă roage în genunchi să le dau credite. Şi a fost aşa.&lt;br /&gt;21. A adunat Bancherul animalele cele naive care mişună în bancă. Şi a văzut Bancherul că este bine.&lt;br /&gt;22. Şi le-a binecuvântat Bancherul şi a zis: “Semnaţi contractele şi vă înmulţiţi şi veniţi la Mine cu toate rudele voastre să le dau credite “&lt;br /&gt;23. Şi a fost seară şi a fost dimineaţă: ziua a cincea.&lt;br /&gt;24. Şi a zis Bancherul: “Să facem om după chipul şi după asemănarea Noastră, ca să stăpânească fraierii, credulii şi toate vietăţile ce se târăsc pe pământ şi tot pământul!”&lt;br /&gt;27. Şi a făcut Bancherul pe al doilea bancher, după chipul Său.&lt;br /&gt;25. Şi Bancherul l-a binecuvântat, zicând: “Creşte şi te înmulţeşte şi umple pământul şi-l supune; şi stăpâneşte peste toate vietăţile ce se mişcă pe pământ în căutare de credite ”&lt;br /&gt;26. Apoi a zis Bancherul: “Iată, să dai împrumuturi în toate valutele pământului. Acestea vor fi hrana voastră.”&lt;br /&gt;27. Şi a privit Bancherul toate câte a făcut şi iată erau bune foarte. Şi a fost seară şi a fost dimineaţă: ziua a şasea.În cea de-a saptea zi, a privit peste umăr, în timp ce se odihnea. Deja se facuse o coada de cativa kilometri in fata Bancii…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-5065261148978169184?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5065261148978169184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=5065261148978169184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5065261148978169184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5065261148978169184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/facerea-lumii-varianta-financiara.html' title='Facerea lumii. Varianta financiara'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SK6hvIzHANI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OwPIeaI3z3w/s72-c/Even_This_Angle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-1195709471952628518</id><published>2008-08-19T00:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:56:44.636+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un bucatar britanic se hraneste numai cu biscuiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SKnvoTZpHuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/COBKDAdaM24/s1600-h/026143400120534499647d81ae43fd4d990621086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235979517476544226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SKnvoTZpHuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/COBKDAdaM24/s320/026143400120534499647d81ae43fd4d990621086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un bucatar sef, care sufera de frica de mancare(Cibophobia), supravietuieste de 25 de ani mancand numai biscuiti, informeaza editia online a ziarului Daily Mail. Andrew Forster este cu totul dedicat profesiei sale gatind pentru clientii sai unele din cele mai delicioase mancaruri, in timp ce el traieste mancand numai biscuiti Blue Riband, Rich Tea si Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce a terminat scoala, Andrew a petrecut cativa ani pregatindu-se pentru meseria de bucatar, in prezent fiind bucatar sef la restaurantul Sale Pepe din Shotley Bridge.Din pacate pentru el, nu a putut sa isi deguste niciodata creatiile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In schimbul acestora el tine un regim cu dulciuri si caramele Tunnock's Wafers."Pana acum am rezistat cu doua pachete de biscuiti pe zi. De cand aveam 18 luni nu am mai mancat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicii au sfatuit-o pe mama mea sa ma infometeze, pentru ca pana la urma voi manca, dar singurul lucru pe care il voiam erau biscuitii. Numai gandul de a manca alta mancare imi da un sentiment de anxietate si incep sa ma simt rau", a declarat Andrew Forster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrijorata de situatia lui, prietena sa Caroline Lister a cerut parerea mai multor experti in nutritie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu o dieta constand in mare parte din biscuiti, paine uscata si ocazional un castron de cereale, din dieta lui Andrew lipseau multi nutrienti."Pe langa probleme de sanatate, dieta imi afecta toate aspectele vietii, inclusiv cea sociala, si in acelasi timp si munca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt un bucatar teoretic, stiu ce ingrediente merg impreuna, dar intotdeauna chem pe cineva sa guste din mancarea pe care am preparat-o."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieta sa a atras atentia televiziunii BBC3 TV care l-a convins sa apara la emisiunea Freaky Eaters.Acum, cu ajutorul unui psiholog si al unui nutritionist, Andrew incearca sa scapa de regimul de biscuiti printr-o tehnica speciala, de distragere a atentiei in timp ca mananca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-1195709471952628518?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1195709471952628518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=1195709471952628518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1195709471952628518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/1195709471952628518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-bucatar-britanic-se-hraneste-numai.html' title='Un bucatar britanic se hraneste numai cu biscuiti'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SKnvoTZpHuI/AAAAAAAAAFI/COBKDAdaM24/s72-c/026143400120534499647d81ae43fd4d990621086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-468228074810912278</id><published>2008-08-06T16:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:34:22.898+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindromul premenstrual (SPM, PMS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SJmoEU2EPNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e0zPKWX_RBY/s1600-h/102801264+478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231397234435964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SJmoEU2EPNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e0zPKWX_RBY/s320/102801264%2B478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.DEFINITIE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindromul premenstrual (SPM, PMS) este caracterizat printr-o serie de modificări hormonale care conduc la o colecţie de simptome fizice, psihice şi emoţionale legate de ciclul menstrual feminin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In timp ce majoritatea femeilor (80-95 %) de vârstă reproductivă prezintă unele simptome premenstruale, femeile cu SPM prezintă simptome de severitate suficientă pentru a interfera cu unele aspecte ale vieţii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai mult, aceste simptome sunt previzibile şi apar regulat în cele două săptămâni anterioare menstruaţiilor. Simptomele dispar după debutul menstruaţiei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproximativ 14 % din femeile cu vârste cuprinse între 20-35 ani sunt afectate sever, astfel încât trebuie să stea acasă, lipsind de la şcoală sau servici.Pentru unele femei, simptomele SPM sunt atât de severe până la debilitare. Această formă de SPM are o denumire psihiatrică proprie: Tulburare premenstruală disforică. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.CAUZE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cauza exactă a SPM nu este elucidată. SPM este legat de faza luteală a ciclului menstrual (a doua jumătate), iar dozările hormonilor sexuali sunt în limite normale. Este sugerată o posibilă componentă genetică a SPM. Ipotezele actuale sugerează o afectare a interacţiunii între neurotransmiţătorii sistemului nervos central şi hormonii sexuali, legată în special de activitatea serotoninei (un neurotransmiţător) în creier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.SIMPTOME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPM reprezintă o colecţie de simptome. Au fost identificate 150 simptome separate. Simptomele exacte precum şi severitatea acestora depind de la o persoană la alta şi de la o lună la alta. Cele mai frecvente simptome sunt: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creştere în greutate datorită retenţiei de apă&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balonare abdominală&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tensiune în sâni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress sau anxietate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depresie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accese de plâns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toane, iritabilitate, nervozitate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modificări ale apetitului, bulimie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dureri articulare sau musculare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cefalee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astenie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acnee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulburări de concentrare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevraj social&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creşterea temperaturii corporale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accentuarea problemelor de sănătate existente: tegumentare, respiratorii (alergii, infecţii) sau oculare (tulburări vizuale, conjunctivită)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.DIAGNOSTIC SI EVALUARE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu există o investigaţie unică sau un semn clinic cert pentru diagnosticul de SPM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru a putea afirma diagnosticul, femeia este rugată de medic să înregistreze un calendar prospectiv al simptomelor timp de minim două cicluri menstruale. Astfel se poate stabili dacă simptomele sunt într-adevăr premenstruale şi cu caracter previzibil recidivant. De asemeni, trebuie excluse alte afecţiuni care pot prezenta simptome similare.&lt;br /&gt;O serie de afecţiuni medicale se pot exacerba la menstruaţie, proces denumit magnificare menstruală. Aceste afecţiuni pot falsifica diagnosticul de SPM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;De regulă, aceste afecţiuni sunt prezente şi în afara fazei luteale a ciclului menstrual. Afecţiunile care pot fi exacerbate premenstrual includ: depresia, migrena, epilepsia, sindromul oboselii cronice, sindromul colonului iritabil, astmul, alergiile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SPM nu este mai frecvent la femeile cu stress.&lt;br /&gt;Metodele diagnostice utilizate sunt:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antecedentele medicale şi psihice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examenul clinic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studiul calendarului simptomelor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.TRATAMENT\CONDUITA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terapia suportivă: sfatul terapeutic, informarea, terapia de relaxare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimnastica aerobică&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suplimentele nutritive: calciu 1200 mg/zi, magneziu, vitamina E 400 UI/zi, vitamina B6, alimente şi băuturi bogate în carbohidraţi, ulei de primulă (primrose oil), mangan, triptofan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stilul de viaţă sănătos: reducerea ingestiei de alcool, cafeină, zahăr şi sodiu (sare) precum şi creşterea ingestiei de apă, fibre, fructe, legume; odihnă şi somn adecvate (8 ore pe noapte); nu fumaţi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhibitorii selectivi de serotonină (SSRI) – reprezintă tratamentul de elecţie în SPM sever, ce poate fi administrat continuu sau intermitent, la nevoie: Fluoxetin 20-60 mg/zi, Sertralin, Paroxetin, Clomipramin, Fluvoxamin, Nefazodone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alte metode farmacologice: Alprazolam, Spironolactonă, progesteron natural, anttinflamatorii nesteroidiene (Ibuprofen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprimarea hormonală: contraceptive orale, contraceptive patch sau inel vaginal contraceptiv, agonişti de hormoni eliberatori de gonadotrofine (GnRH), salpingo-ooforectomie (anexectomie) bilaterală&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.RECOMANDARI MAJORE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosticul SPM trebuie afirmat conform criteriilor diagnostice standard cu confirmarea calendarului simptomatic prin utilizarea unui calendar simptomatic prospectiv.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Factorii de risc cum ar fi stress-ul marcat sau un profil particular al personalităţii, nu ajută la diferenţierea femeilor cu SPM de cele fără SPM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efectele adverse ale agoniştilor de hormoni eliberatori de gonadotrofine (GnRH) şi ale salpingo-ooforectomiei (anexectomiei) bilaterale, limitează eficienţa lor terapeutică la majoritatea pacientelor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terapia suportivă joacă un rol central în conduita pacientelor cu SPM.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratamentele SPM trebuie iniţiate în ordine crescătoare a complexităţii. Conform acestui principiu, în majoritatea cazurilor, terapiile ar trebui utilizate în următoarea ordine:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasul 1. Terapia suportivă, dieta bogată în carbohidraţi complecşi, gimnastica aerobică, suplimente nutritive (calciu, magneziu, vitamina E), Spironolactonă &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasul 2. SSRI (Fluoxetin sau Sertralin de primă alegere); la pacientele care nu răspund – un anxiolitic &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasul 3. Supresia hormonală a ovulaţiei (contraceptive orale sau agonişti GnRH)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.EFECTELE ADVERSE ALE MEDICAMENTELOR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamina B6: Dozele mai mari de 100 mg/zi pot dăuna din punct de vedere medical, ducând până la neuropatie periferică. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluoxetin: Efectele adverse includ cefalee, greaţă, tremor. Insomnia poate fi evitată prin administrare dimineaţa sau prin reducerea dozei (după caz). Scăderea libidoului poate reprezenta de asemeni o problemă la unele paciente.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alprazolam: Există un potenţial pentru dependenţă şi dezvoltarea toleranţei la acest medicament, în special dacă administrarea nu se limitează la faza luteală a ciclului menstrual (a doua jumătate). Sedarea poate reprezenta un efect advers deranjant la unele paciente, iar sevrajul poate deveni o problemă.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contraceptivele orale: Multe paciente acuză tensiune în sâni, greaţă, alterări ale dispoziţiei şi alte efecte secundare în primele luni de administrare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agoniştii GnRH: Efectele secundare de hipoestrogenemie şi costul agoniştilor GnRH limitează eficacitatea acestei metode, cu excepţia cazurilor severe de SPM care nu răspund la alt tratament. Dacă această terapie este utilizată pentru mai mult de câteva luni, poate deveni deranjantă.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salpingo-ooforectomia (anexectomia) bilaterală: Chirurgia în SPM este controversată, deoarece este ireversibilă şi se asociază cu morbiditate şi mortalitate. De asemeni, hipoestrogenemia trebuie tratată pentru a preveni complicaţiile pe termen lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.TULBURAREA PREMENSTRUALA DISFORICA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serotonina (un neurotransmiţător) are un rol într-una din formele severe de SPM, denumită tulburare premenstruală disforică. Principalele simptome, care pot fi debilitante, includ: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentimete de tristeţe sau disperare până la gânduri de suicid;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentimente de tensiune sau anxietate;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atacuri de panică;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toane, accese de plâns;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iritabilitate persistentă sau nervozitate care afectează alte persoane;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dezinteres în activităţile zilnice şi în relaţii;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulburări de gândire şi concentrare;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oboseală sau energie redusă;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modificări de apetit;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulburări de somn;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lipsă de autocontrol;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simptome fizice: balonare, tensiune în sâni, cefalee;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dureri articulare sau musculare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosticul de tulburare premenstruală disforică se afirmă când există 5 sau mai multe din simptomele menţionate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simptomele apar în săptămâna anterioară menstruaţiei şi cedează după începerea menstruaţiei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efectuarea unor modificări în stilul de viaţă poate fi benefică în ameliorarea sindromului. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Antidepresivele denumite inhibitori selectivi de serotonină (SSRI) modifică nivelul serotoninei în creier şi pot fi benefice în ameliorarea sindromului: Sertralin (Zoloft), Fluoxetin (Sarafem), Paroxetin (Paxil). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consilierea individuală sau de grup şi management-ul stress-ului pot de asemeni uşura simptomele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5040216839222168023-468228074810912278?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/468228074810912278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=468228074810912278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/468228074810912278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/468228074810912278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sindromul-premenstrual-spm-pms.html' title='Sindromul premenstrual (SPM, PMS)'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SJmoEU2EPNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e0zPKWX_RBY/s72-c/102801264%2B478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-2901126671594128244</id><published>2008-08-02T00:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:00.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa-ti cunosti greutatea naturala... si s-o accepti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SJN-2MoQZGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7FEI5IGdnpQ/s1600-h/Cute_Pictures_645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229663061875385442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SJN-2MoQZGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7FEI5IGdnpQ/s320/Cute_Pictures_645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca greutatea este genetic determinata, ca si inaltimea? Si daca organismul nostru isi regleaza singur aportul caloric? Acest nou discurs al nutritionistilor anunta poate sfarsitul curelor de slabire. In orice caz, o adevarata schimbare de mentalitate.Nimeni nu isi doreste neaparat sa aiba 1,70 m cand masoara doar 1,65 m (poa&amp;shy;te doar purtand tocuri!). In schimb, nici nu mai numaram cati sunt cei care risipesc o energie nebuna pentru a slabi 5 kg! Si daca aceasta lupta e inutila? Bineinteles, greutatea depinde de raportul intre cantitatea de hrana si consum (activitatea fizica, metabolism de baza). Respectand aceasta logica, pentru a slabi e suficienta reducerea celei dintai si cres&amp;shy;terea celei de a doua. Dar nu e atat de simplu. Ca si pentru cea mai mare parte a variabilelor bi&amp;shy;ologice – temperatura, presiune arteriala, glicemie etc. – organismul este cel care regleaza masa grasa astfel incat ea sa fie relativ constanta. Aceasta reglare naturala se efectueaza in parte datorita senzatiei de foame sau de satietate, care ne permit sa ne controlam alimentatia. De aceea, pe termen lung, greutatea ma&amp;shy;joritatii dintre noi variaza putin. Un individ care ar consuma zilnic 2500 de calorii si ar manca, tot zilnic, 25 de calorii in plus – aici vorbim de o diferenta de 1% (echivalentul unei jumatati de iaurt natural) – s-ar ingrasa 9 kg in 10 ani. Concluzie: cei a caror greutate este stabila pe o perioada asa de lunga de timp isi ada&amp;shy;p&amp;shy;&amp;shy;tea&amp;shy;za nevoile alimentare consumului, cu o cres&amp;shy;tere sub 1%! Ei se afla la greutatea lor de e&amp;shy;&amp;shy;chilibru, acea greutate „naturala” pe care spe&amp;shy;cia&amp;shy;listii o numesc „set point”. Dar cum putem sti daca avem greutatea naturala? Set point inseamna greutatea stabilizata a unui individ care mananca numai in functie de senzatia de foame. Pentru a simplifica, persoanele care nu au absolut nici o problema cu alimentatia au greutatea lor naturala. Chiar daca aceasta greutate nu le convine... In acest punct incep problemele: pentru aceeasi inaltime, unii se opresc la 60 de kg, altii la 70 sau 80... Iar specialistii nu stiu cu adevarat de ce. Cercetarile merg in doua directii: explicatia genetica - probabil am mostenit de la stramosii nostri indepartati o anumita rezistenta la slabit (foarte utila atunci,in perioadele de foamete); explicatia sociologica - majoritatea oamenilor dispune de un sistem de reglare a greutatii care functioneaza convenabil in conditii de viata „normala”. Or, abundenta ofertei alimentare solicita excesiv acest sistem. De aici, numarul mare de persoane care au probleme cu greutatea. Persoanele a caror greutate naturala este depa&amp;shy;sita pot fi repartizate schematic in trei categorii: cei grasi „natural”, cei destabilizati sau cei nesatisfacuti cronic.Indivizii grasi In mod „natural” Greutatea lor naturala este depasita din cauza unor factori genetici, boli, tulburari hormonale, renuntare la fumat, consum de alcool sau medicamente... Ei mananca doar in functie de senzatia de foame, dar greutatea lor ramane in continuare mare. Slabitul devine atunci foarte dificil. Asta presupune ca ar trebui sa manance mai putin, astfel incat sa nu aiba niciodata senzatia de satietate, ceea ce pe termen lung este imposibil. Singura lor speranta raman cercetarile farmacologice. Doar un medicament care face sa scada greutatea naturala ar putea sa-i ajute sa sla&amp;shy;beasca pe cei obezi.Indivizii destabilizatiStres, oboseala, angoasa: ei confunda aceste simptome cu foamea si mananca atunci cand nu ar trebui. De fapt, mananca mai mult decat au nevoie pentru a se calma. Consumul unui aliment declanseaza o secretie de betaendorfine. Persoanele stresate au inteles in mod inconstient ca mancand diminueaza pe moment o stare de stres. De aici, riscul de a se obisnui sa manance din motive gresite si de a stoca un numar de calorii. Sistemul de regularizare este perturbat, iar greutatea naturala este depasita. Daca situatia continua, greutatea naturala va creste definitiv, iar slabitul va deveni imposibil. Cei care mananca mai mult decat le trebuie fac sa le creasca masa grasa. Adipocitele (celulele grase) cresc in volum. Pana aici, fenomenul este reversibil: pentru a slabi, este suficient sa manance din nou doar cand le este foame. Daca mananca in continuare mai mult, celulele grase ajung sa se multiplice, iar fenomenul devine ireversibil. Sistemul de regularizare se adapteaza noilor date si greutatea naturala se modifica. In loc sa se regularizeze la 60 de kg, organismul se regularizeaza la 80! Persoana respectiva s-a ingrasat definitiv. Pentru a nu ajunge aici, exista o singura solutie: analiza senzatiilor noastre alimentare. Sa stim cand ne este foame si sa evitam sa mancam pentru a satiface alte nevoi, ca de exemplu sa ne calmam furiile sau sa ne ascundem frustrarile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indivizii nesatisfacuti cronic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greutatea lor naturala este normala, dar ei nu sunt satisfacuti si vor sa slabeasca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indicele de masa corporala (vezi explicatia de mai jos) mediu pentru o femeie este de 23. Greutatea ideala a unei femei in societatea noastra il situeaza insa in jur de 20! Este o aberatie! Greutatea naturala nu corespunde neaparat greutatii stabilite de medici, nici celei impuse de normele sociale, nici celei la care viseaza persoana respectiva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O femeie a carei greutate naturala este de 63 de kg si care ar dori sa cantareasca 58 ar trebui sa se infometeze. Este ca si cum organismul ar trebui sa lupte in permanenta sa treaca de la 37°C la 36,5°C: energia cheltuita ar fi imensa si ar provoca tensiuni teribile. Cand te afli la greutatea naturala, este foarte greu sa slabesti. Cu atat mai mult cand te afli sub greutatea normala. Concluzie: fiecare isi poate alege drumul – sa lupti tot timpul impotriva naturii tale pentru a-ti modela silueta visurilor sau sa inveti sa te accepti asa cum esti. Aici incepe etapa cea mai delicata, dar, fara indoiala, si cea mai sanatoasa.Un calcul simplu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andreea, 32 de ani, 1,68 m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Greutatea ei naturala stabilizata este de 64 de kg. Greutatea „de forma”, adica cea la care se simte bine, fiind atenta la ceea ce mananca si practicand o activitate sportiva, este de 61 de kg. Greutatea ideala, cea pe care si-ar dori-o este de 58 kg. Aceste trei valori se situeaza toate la capitolul „greutate normala”. Andreea ar putea chiar sa aiba 70 de kg si s-ar incadra tot la greutatea normala.O greutate care evolueaza cu timpul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De-a lungul vietii, greutatea noastra naturala fluctueaza. Ca un termostat care schimba reglarea temperaturii unei camere in functie de temperatura din exterior, acest „termore&amp;shy;gulator” ne face sa punem (sau, mult mai rar, sa pierdem) kilograme in anumite perioade ale vietii. Asta se intampla in perioada de crestere, la pubertate – aparitia „formelor” la fete si a muschilor la baieti – sau la menopauza... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fapt, cu cat imbatranim cu atat muschii si osatura se diminueaza iar masa grasa creste. De aceea nu mai avem la 60 de ani acelasi corp ca la 20...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMC, valoare de referinta Pentru medici, valoarea de referinta in materie de greutate este indicele de masa corporala (IMC). El se calculeaza impartind greutatea la inaltimea la patrat. Exemplu: pentru o persoana care masoara 1,60 m si cantareste 54 de kg, IMC este de 21,1, adica 54:2,56 (1,60x1,60).&lt;br /&gt;Se considera ca „slab” inseamna un indice sub 18,5.&lt;br /&gt;Greutatea normala pentru femei este intre 18,5 si 25, iar pentru barbati intre 20,5 si 25.&lt;br /&gt;Intre 25 si 30 se situeaza supraponderalii.&lt;br /&gt;Peste 30, medicii vorbesc despre obezitate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca o curiozitate, IMC al celor mai „slabe“ top modele se situeaza in jur de 15! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-2901126671594128244?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2901126671594128244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=2901126671594128244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/2901126671594128244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/2901126671594128244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-ti-cunosti-greutatea-naturala-si-s-o.html' title='Sa-ti cunosti greutatea naturala... si s-o accepti'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SJN-2MoQZGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7FEI5IGdnpQ/s72-c/Cute_Pictures_645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7889517959798668870</id><published>2008-07-19T14:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:00.840+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vedete si fobiile lor bizare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SIHKKhUs9vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QtTKf6jesLI/s1600-h/8415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224679324819191538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SIHKKhUs9vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QtTKf6jesLI/s320/8415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teama nu tine cont de statut. Vedetele de la Hollywood si cele autohtone se lupta cu tot felul de fobii, care le dau batai de cap cand le e lumea mai draga. Daca femeile au ca scuza faptul ca reprezinta sexul slab, barbatii devin usor amuzanti in momentul in care incep sa tremure de frica in fata unor lucruri cu mult mai inofensive decat par. Dintr-un sondaj efectuat cu ajutorul a 4.000 de respondenti, a reiesit ca una din cinci persoane are mai multe temeri la maturitate decat a avut in copilarie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De la ei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pamela Anderson se teme de oglinzi. Ne intrebam, oare chiar nu-si priveste propria reflectie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desi a jucat in Baywatch, Carmen Electra se teme de apa, pentru ca nu stie sa inoate. Vedeta a declarat ca apropierea de apa ii poate provoca atacuri de panica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma Thurman are claustrofobie si aproape ca nu a putut interpreta scena din filmul Kill Bill, in care trebuia sa se aseze intr-un sicriu, pentru a fi ingropata de vie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si David Boreanz se teme de spatii restranse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In schimb, Kim Basinger si Daryl Hannah au o problema cu spatiile deschise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah Michelle Gellar nu suporta cimitirele. Cunoscand-o pe Buffy, cine ar fi crezut?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madonna se teme de fulgere, Christina Ricci nu suporta plantele de interior, iar Nicole Kidman devine isterica de cate ori vede fluturi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew McConaughey uraste tunelurile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am fi spus ca Billy Bob Thornton nu se teme de nimic. Doar a avut o relatie cu Angelina Jolie... Si totusi, actorului ii displac ceea ce numim 'antichitati'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roger Moore se teme de arme, iar cel mai greu de interpretat rol al sau a fost cel din The Man With The Golden Gun. Jennifer Aniston, Cher, Michael Jackson si Whoopi Goldberg nu zboara... de frica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny Depp, Daniel Radcliffe si Sean "Diddy" Combs se tem de clovni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La categoria tema de 'animale', ii avem pe Lyle Lovett, care se teme de vaci, Justin Timberlake, stresat de serpi, Scarlett Johansson, terorizata de gandaci si Orlando Bloom, a carui mare temere sunt porcii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De la noi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Andreea Spataru nu poate dormi decat cu lumina aprinsa. Vedeta Playboy a declarat ca se teme de intuneric. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Maria Prodan este ingrozita de sobolani, iar Anda Adam se teme de gandaci. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raluca Moianu se teme de albine sau de viespi, iar Marcel Pavel nu suporta avioanele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7889517959798668870?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7889517959798668870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7889517959798668870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7889517959798668870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7889517959798668870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/vedete-si-fobiile-lor-bizare.html' title='Vedete si fobiile lor bizare'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SIHKKhUs9vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QtTKf6jesLI/s72-c/8415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-8514432981345032757</id><published>2008-07-17T17:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:01.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre curaj...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH9Tji4tRnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XsCpnodkJ7U/s1600-h/584692045+1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223985962898245234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH9Tji4tRnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XsCpnodkJ7U/s320/584692045%2B1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;„Dar chiar dacă n-am avea, fetiţa mea, decât suferinţă pe pământ – zicea tatăl – trebuie oare din pricina aceasta să ne temem?” – Caminante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cred în bucurie. Cred în succes. Cred în creaţie şi nu în reacţie. Cred în atitudine. Cred în acţiune şi nu în contemplaţie. Cred în curaj şi nu în anxietate. Cred în perspicacitate, dar şi în muncă. Cred atât în succes, cât şi în eşec. Pentru că cel din urmă e temelia primului.&lt;br /&gt;Octavian Paler a susţinut mereu că primul pas pentru înfrângerea fricii este recunoaşterea acesteia. Aşa este. Oamenii curajoşi sunt cei care pleacă la atac în ciuda temerilor resimţite.&lt;br /&gt;Nume cunoscute la nivel mondial au spus că „a fi curajos” înseamnă „a acţiona sub imperiul fricii şi nu eliberat de ea”. Poate că ar trebui să reflectăm mai mult asupra acestui aspect.&lt;br /&gt;Viaţa este o sumă de oportunităţi. O sumă care tinde spre infinit. O poveste de dragoste ca în basme. O legendă cu voievozi victorioşi. Viaţa înseamnă mai mult decât un cap plecat şi o privire plină de regrete. Viaţa este tot ceea ce avem mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;Şi atunci de ce să renunţi la visul tău? Pentru ce sau pentru cine? Crezi ca se merita să îi vezi pe alţii cum îşi ating obiectivele în timp ce tu îţi faci griji?&lt;br /&gt;Lacrima pe care ai vărsat-o ieri este zâmbetul zilei de mâine. Este experienţa care te-a întărit şi care ţi-a tras perdeaua de pe ochi. Ţi-a deschis drumul către victorie.De tine depinde dacă te focusezi pe un avion care cade, sau pe cele câteva zeci de mii care aterizează în siguranţă. Tu decizi dacă îţi păstrezi calmul sau te enervezi. Tu decizi dacă le permiţi altora să îţi trăiască propria ta viaţă.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu le voi permite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-8514432981345032757?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8514432981345032757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=8514432981345032757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8514432981345032757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8514432981345032757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/despre-curaj.html' title='Despre curaj...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH9Tji4tRnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XsCpnodkJ7U/s72-c/584692045%2B1293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7139468216619405572</id><published>2008-07-17T16:39:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:01.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No comment....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH9Lo4GARbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P2qTyrhfTXw/s1600-h/32909462+14689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223977258397484466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH9Lo4GARbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P2qTyrhfTXw/s320/32909462%2B14689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; “El nu-si gaseste nici odihna, nici fericirea. E blestemat sa ramana un nomad. E dominat de o pasiune inepuizabila care, insa, il lasa mereu cu mainile goale. Vrand sa iubeasca toate femeile, nu va iubi niciuna.Si incepand prin a nu se lasa prins in mrejele niciunei iubiri, sfarseste prin a deveni un haituit. Surasul sau insolent nu mai poate ascunde adevarul. In ciuda alergaturii lui, nu va ajunge niciodata in locul unde o imbratisare descopera eternitatea. Dragostea nu-i arata decat partea ei efemera. Cea care moare dupa prima imbratisare si care ucide la prima atingere. […]&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca n-are nici amintiri. Si ce sa-si aminteasca? In urma lui nu exista decat un lung sir de clipe care nu i-au dat nimic pentru viitor. El isi arde trecutul pe masura ce-l paraseste. Nu are incredere decat in clipa pe care o atinge, dar tocmai aceasta clipa ii arata de fiecare data ca s-a inselat. In fiecare dorinta satisfacuta intalneste deceptia. Cucereste fara sa posede niciodata. Elanul sau se prabuseste de fiecare data in gol.Pe de alta parte, el stie ca a se opri din aceasta cursa inseamna a accepta moartea.” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Scrisori imaginare A Cincea iubire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7139468216619405572?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7139468216619405572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7139468216619405572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7139468216619405572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7139468216619405572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-comment.html' title='No comment....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH9Lo4GARbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P2qTyrhfTXw/s72-c/32909462%2B14689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7255300901980414819</id><published>2008-07-16T19:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:02.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A umple golul in care traim....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4j5lTlflI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M0FVXYsPMSU/s1600-h/470750415+14002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223652089970130514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4j5lTlflI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M0FVXYsPMSU/s320/470750415%2B14002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A sasea porunca : Repeta ca nu exista pustiu. Exista doar incapacitatea noastra de a umple golul in care traim“ Viata pe un peron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trairile oamenilor seamana teribil cu « vanturile » ce se ivesc din senin, ori cu ploile neasteptate care picura printre razele de soare.&lt;br /&gt;Instabila prin definitie, prin structura, prin natura, fiinta umana este ghidata de emotii. Emotiile creeaza imprevizibilul si genereaza schimbarea ; emotiile dirijeaza reactiile, iar reactiile dreneaza, ori imbacsesc realitatea, cum ingradesc si …libertatea.&lt;br /&gt;Oricat am crede ca suntem rationali, ca ne gandim fiecare miscare, ori ca ne cream evenimentele in deplina libertate, sub masca mintii rationale se piteste intotdeauna o energie emotionala. Fie o frica, fie o cautare, fie o dorinta, fie un vis sau o indoiala reprezinta solul deciziilor rationale si sursa reactiilor imprevizibile pe care le manifestam, ori le vedem in manifestare la cei din jurul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acestea ne indruma spre actiuni si decizii, uneori pe drumuri folositoare si pline de bucurie, alteori pe drumuri gresite, impanzite cu frica si iluzii. Reactia nu descrie niciodata obiectul observat : un tablou, bunatatea unui om, frumusetea unei fiinte, ori calitatile altui om, cat ceea ce emotiile noastre au inregistrat in trecut despre bunatate, frumusete, placut sau neplacut. Suntem autoexistenti cumva si de aceea ne descriem pe noi insine, orice reactie am avea in fata oricarui lucru sau situatie.&lt;br /&gt;Cand cineva se comporta neplacut cu noi si ne suparam, supararea noastra este o reactie emotionala prin care spunem ca « nu suntem fericiti ».&lt;br /&gt;Aceste reactii care deseneaza zona de imprevizibil, de schimbare brusca, ori de cantarire abstracta a ceea ce este real sau nu pentru noi au sfaramat visele de iubire si de bucurie pentru noi toti in anumite momente ale vietii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca este un destin in spatele acestor emotii sau numai necunoasterea omeneasca si incapacitatea de a depasi schemele mentale ale trecutului stie…bunul Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Cert este ca majoritatea oamenilor au trecut prin situatii in care au renuntat la o mare iubire tocmai cand iubirea plutea in frumusete si certitudine, ori au fost victimele unei renuntari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mintea nu trebuie sa bata in cuie ceva anume, sa puna stampila « definitiv » pe iubirea unui om sau pe propria lui iubire, pe promisiuni, pe un lucru sau pe orice este prezent acum in viata noastra. Ceea ce este acum nu garanteaza ca va fi mereu, iar daca acceptam ca nimic nu-i vesnic, vom suferi mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7255300901980414819?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7255300901980414819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7255300901980414819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7255300901980414819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7255300901980414819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/umple-golul-in-care-traim.html' title='A umple golul in care traim....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4j5lTlflI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/M0FVXYsPMSU/s72-c/470750415%2B14002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-3493169662503251921</id><published>2008-07-12T14:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:02.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>if there's a soulmate....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHiXX89Fx4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OJ6mybUeS8U/s1600-h/865008088+2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222090205691234178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHiXX89Fx4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/OJ6mybUeS8U/s320/865008088%2B2862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not easy to find....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. LoveableIs already in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe you're in disguise....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone'..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's enough for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I'm still waiting in line....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-3493169662503251921?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3493169662503251921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=3493169662503251921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-6985655589396968703</id><published>2008-07-12T00:57:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:02.379+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><title type='text'>I Bruise Easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHfXyTycAwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e6IcnRNVgq0/s1600-h/605975103+5177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221879552264635138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHfXyTycAwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e6IcnRNVgq0/s320/605975103%2B5177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Underneath I bruise easily,I bruise easily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-6985655589396968703?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6985655589396968703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=6985655589396968703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/6985655589396968703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/6985655589396968703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-bruise-easily.html' title='I Bruise Easily'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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supermodel rus in varsta de numai 20 de ani s-a sinucis aruncandu-se de la etajul 9 din micul ei apartament din Manhattan. Totul s-a intamplat sambata, la aproximativ ora 2:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Martorii acestei sinucideri au anuntat imediat autoritatile specificand frumusetea fetei, fara sa-si dea seama ca ea e un celebru supermodel. Unul dintre martori povesteste ca a vazut doar cu coltul ochiului… ceva s-a miscat.. apoi s-a auzit un boom puternic. Mai multe persoane au auzit zgomotul puternic al impactului, insa nimeni nu a vazut intreaga scena.&lt;br /&gt;Potrivit investigatiilor, in apartamentul tanerei nu s-au gasit urme de violenta.&lt;br /&gt;Portarul cladirii in care locuia tanara, povesteste ca ea era o fire vesela, zambea foarte mult, si niciodata nu i s-a parut ca ar putea avea depresii. Ruslana se mutase de numai 2 luni in acel apartament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://supermodels.nl/ruslanakorshunova"&gt;Ruslana Korshunova&lt;/a&gt; s-a nascut pe 2 iulie 1987, in Almaty, Kazahstan.&lt;br /&gt;Se pare insa, ca ea era mult mai deprimata decat se arata. &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/2008/06/28/2008-06-28_models_web_rants_pined_for_love.html"&gt;NYDailyNews&lt;/a&gt; a descoperit ca Ruslana isi varsa inima pe un site. Iata cateva din cuvintele scrise de ea inainte sa se sinucida:&lt;br /&gt;“Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably”&lt;br /&gt;“And never regret anything that made you smile.”&lt;br /&gt;“Love does not take away from one in order to give to another”&lt;br /&gt;“Love - this is the essence of life. But you will not give your life to another.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so lost. Will I ever find myself?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m a bitch. I’m a witch. I don’t care what you say!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“I know what it is. I know why my other relationships didn’t work out, ’cause I’m unpredictable. Why are you afraid of it?”&lt;br /&gt;“My dream is to fly. Oh, my rainbow it is too high”&lt;br /&gt;Investigatiile in ceea ce o priveste pe Ruslana continua. Sinuciderea este certa, insa ce a determinat-o inca nu se stie!&lt;br /&gt;Ruslana a lucrat cu nume celebre ale modei, cum ar fi: Marc Jacobs, Nina Ricci, DKNY.&lt;br /&gt;Update: In urma gandurilor postate pe blogul ei si potrivit cercetarilor facute, intervievari ale fostului si actualului prieten al supermodelului, se pare ca Ruslana a suferit o deceptie in dragoste care a facut-o sa procedeze in acest mod.&lt;br /&gt;Fostul iubit al Ruslanei, Artem Perchenok de 24 de ani spune: “Cred ca ea s-a dat batuta!” El s-a aflat langa Ruslana in ultima noapte din viata ei! Acesta povesteste ca a parasit apartamentul Ruslanei, la 5 AM dupa ce au urmarit filmul “Ghost”.&lt;br /&gt;Cariera ii ocupa foarte mult timp din viata… avea un iubit de 32 de ani, Mark Kaminsky … cu care se mutase la numai 2 zile dupa ce s-au cunoscut. Ruslana isi pastrase insa, si apartamentul in care locuise pana atunci singura. Kaminsky povesteste ca se intalnise cu Ruslana cu numai cateva ore ca ea sa se sinucida.. o iubea, si chiar planuia o petrecere surpriza de ziua ei (2 iulie), impreuna cu cei mai apropiati prieteni.....&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;May God rest her soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-3067637109789569029?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3067637109789569029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=3067637109789569029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3067637109789569029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-3823698946672098210</id><published>2008-07-09T20:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:02.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viatza de dincolo de chilotzi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHTvPjQ18zI/AAAAAAAAADY/nFT6nw4ZdEQ/s1600-h/d_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221060918472209202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHTvPjQ18zI/AAAAAAAAADY/nFT6nw4ZdEQ/s320/d_32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;''Stiu o groaza de femei nebune care,imediat ce nu mai pot isca o erectie in famile,se umfla de plans.Complexele vin ca niste gandaci la chec.Poate sunt grasa.Poate am pielea uscata ca soparla.Poate am sanii fleasca.Poate miros a transipratie.Poate am matreatza.Poate miros a transipratie.Poate ultima data cand i'am facut sex oral l'am muscat din greseala de teesticul.&lt;br /&gt;O mie unu motive pentru care acum domnul nu mai poate sa efectueze sex.Toate se zbantuie in capul tau,ai cosmaruri,te vezi ca o codobatura si vrei sa mori.Toate astea in timp ce el doarme deja,ostenit de incercarea esuata de a te face fericita de la brau in jos si de incercarea reusita de a te face paranoica de la gat in sus.&lt;br /&gt;Te holbezi la el cu vinovatie,te simti incapabila sa'l faci fericit.El,care e atat de sexy cu burta labartata absolut simetric pe flancurile osului coxal.Ce scumpic e,ca un copil dupa ce a supt la tzatza.Un copil care sforaie,ce'i drept,dar tot scumpic e.Asa grasutz ca un hamster plin,placut sforaicios.Dragul de el,si'n ziua de azi sustine ca el nu sforaie.Degeaba i'ai amintit cum odata,cand erati in avion deasupra Atlanticului si printr'o minune el s'a oprit oleaca din sforait,a intrat toata lumea 'n panica si urlau toti cu parul valvoi,credeau ca s'a oprit un motor.El o tine pe'a lui ,ca nu sforaie,dragul de el.Si uite cum face si'acum,de'a trezit si cainele,latra ala ca intr'un atac de anxietate.&lt;br /&gt;Dar in ciuda acestor povesti de vitejie,tu, femeie,continui sa dai vina pe tine pentru ca voi doi nu mai faceti de mult sex in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;El nu'si face niciodata probleme.Pentru rateurile masculine,exista mereu "cauze".&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;Daca un barbat te'a carat catre asternuturi si acolo se tavaleste fara rezultat vreun sfert de ora,dupa care iti spune,cu voce tare si sex moale,ca nu poate sa'ti faca nimic din ceea ce intentiona,nu fizicul taua e de vina.Daca i se parea ca esti urata si nesmotocibila,draga,nu te invita sub el pe saltea.Stai linistita.Ca e baiat mare,te evalueaza bine inainte de a'ti baga mana sub fusta.Un barbat caruia nu'i place cum arati nu te remorcheaza nici pana la aprozar,cu atat mai putin in iatac.Cercetatorii au descoperit ca ,dupa ce un penis s'a intarit,poti sa arati ca un pui de broasca sau ca o puicutza de stripteuza,barbatul tot aia face: isi procura un orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;Ce voiam sa spun: esecul sau succesul dement al unui act sexual nu trebuie sa'ti aduca,tie,femeie zdravana la cap,o tarna de complexe.Inainte de a fi suparata ca esti o vaca grasa care'l inhiba pe acest domn descheiat la pantaloni din fatza ta,gandeste'te ca pe el il doare de propriile lui defecte cam tot in locul acela pe care nu reuseste sa'l miste'n sus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMONA CATRINA:"Sex in (per)versiune clasica".....o carte care merita citita! i just did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-3823698946672098210?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3823698946672098210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=3823698946672098210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3823698946672098210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3823698946672098210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/07/viatza-de-dincolo-de-chilotzi.html' title='Viatza de dincolo de chilotzi....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHTvPjQ18zI/AAAAAAAAADY/nFT6nw4ZdEQ/s72-c/d_32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-531465086814673074</id><published>2008-07-07T22:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:02.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre placerile mele.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHJqTMQK8SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XuGwIKOz-Hk/s1600-h/3ace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220351796014936354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SHJqTMQK8SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XuGwIKOz-Hk/s320/3ace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sau ma rog....despre alea care se pot povesti intr'un spatiu mult prea public.....si asta nu pt ca as fi excesiv de pudica,ci pentru ca,nu'i asa,un om onorabil este cel despre care se stie relativ putin&lt;br /&gt;deci: imi place la nebunie sa ies si sa citesc.....placerile astea mi le'am cam reprimat in ultimii ani cat am stat mult prea mult timp in casa ,ca intr'o inchisoare ,ca sa iau rezi pe chirurgie....de unde si viatza sociala pe care incerc acum s'o resuscitez,si fobia fatza de cartzi.....mult prea mult timp am avut in jurul meu numa' program de citit,invatzat,repetat,carti si iar carti de medicina,asa incat am ajuns sa'mi fie greatza de orice fel de carti,sa nu mai pot pune mana pe nici o carte! pana ieri...cand am pus mana pe o carte a lui ALICE NASTASE si nu am mai putut s 'o las pana n'am citit'o aproape pe toata....cartea se numeste"Care pe care,femei si barbati"....si nu pot spune decat ca e absolut superba!...o femeie care e foarte puternica in aparentza,in societate,care a pornit de la o saracie lucie si care acum are financiar tot ce'si doreste,care are si cariera si bani si faima,in cartea asta recunoaste (ceea ce nu a avut curajul pana acum)....ca desi in exterior pare sa aiba totul,e femeia care emana putere,faima,indepenedntza,sex-appeal,cand ajunge acasa de multe ori adoarme plangand ,uitandu'se la mobila scumpa si la casa luxoasa si la patul gol!.....si inca viseaza la marea dragoste....dupa ce a trecut prin bratele ,patul,sufletele atator barbati care au dezamagit'o ,dupa un divortz si doi copii cu barbati diferiti,avere ,cariera si faima stranse cu atatea sacrificii isi da seama ca ar prefera sa stea intr'un apart. mic si sarac ,dar cu un om care s'o asculte,s'o inteleaga,sa'si traiasca toate bucuriile cu si prin ea.....pentru ca ea niciodata nu a stiu sa se bucure singura "ia viatza mea si traieste'o tu,pentru ca eu nu stiu s'o traiesc singura,doar prin mine....dar el n'o vrea...o are pe a lui "&lt;br /&gt;citind cartea ei mi'am amintit de filmul "Tacerea mieilor", in care,la fel o femeie independenta,de cariera,puternica aparent ,frumoasa,cand ajungea acasa se lupta din greu cu anxietatile care o dominau....de mica incerca sa faca "mieii" din mintea si sufletul ei sa taca....sa nu le mai auda tipetele de durere,de disperare,de SINGURATATE!, de neputintza.....si desi avea acces la atatea persoane,la atatia barbati,numai unul care a fost cu adevarat i nteresat s'o cunoasca i'a descoperit fricile....&lt;br /&gt;si acum....pentru toti barbatii care inca se mai intreaba ce vor femeile,va spun eu: vor SIGURANTZA....ca barbatul pe care'l iubeste,pe care se sprijina,la care e dispusa sa'i spele,sa'i gatesca,desi poate nu'i fana,sa'i curetze,sa'i faca masaj,sex oral si de toate,...ca barbatul ala ii va demonstra zilnic! ca e in sigurantza langa el....ca n'o va parasi no matter what...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca asa cum se spune ca in spatele oricarui barbat se ascunde o femeie puternica,e foarte adevarat ca in spatele oricarei femei puternice se ascund anxietati nebanuite,frici nepotolite si "miei" care nu tac decat in bratele unui barbat care ii ofera sigurantza,care o mangaie seara inainte sa adoarma,care ii domolesc disperarile printr'o mangaiere pe par,un strans in bratze si un sarut parinteste,atunci cand ,seara ,acasa femeia puternica din societate se transorma intr'o fetitza speriata,si'i spune:"shhhh,honey,u're safe now!"&lt;br /&gt;cat despre locurile prin care am iesit in ultimele saptamani...in blogul urmator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-531465086814673074?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/531465086814673074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=531465086814673074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/531465086814673074'/><link 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type='text'>shed si cujet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SE11ZvOs1WI/AAAAAAAAADI/Pl2j3Yocv18/s1600-h/nx588f647083-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SE11NkdBHBI/AAAAAAAAADA/A5s8zHD1J0s/s1600-h/nx588f647083-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SE1shwIfAFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TZbjPQJM6H0/s1600-h/365222891+8995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209939671049502802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SE1shwIfAFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TZbjPQJM6H0/s320/365222891%2B8995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; si cum cuget eu asa ,imi dau seama de o chestie foarte trista: am imbatranit!....TERIBIL! de mult....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce spun asta?...pentru ca am inceput sa folosesc tot mai mult fraze de genu" pe vremea mea", "tinerii din ziua de azi" etc,etc...si eu asa stiu ca numai batranii spun "ei,uita'te si la tinerii din ziua de azi....niste inculti si depravati"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cert e ca m'am trezit intr'o lume pe care yo una n'o inteleg,....mai bine zis nu'i inteleg pe tinereii astia,generatia copy-paste,si cu atat mai putin le inteleg scrisul....adica ,eu pe vremea mea:-P...n'am invatzat sa folosesc cifre in loc de litere intr'un cuvant ( se pare ca se poate...foarte greu de inteles ce vrea sa exprime tinerelul sau tinerica,dar ,se poate...si mai ales se poarta...sadly:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu am invatzat ca majusculele se folosesc la inceput de propozitie sau pt nume proprii,dar in nici un caz nu am invatzat vreun cuvant in limba romana in care sa existe vre'o litera mare la mijloc de cuvant....:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"DaK 3u Tr3b.Sa Pl3c,Io Pl3c,DaR nU uItA,k AmInTiRiL3 rAmAn InDiF3r3nT Dc Ar UrMa&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;a href="http://hi5.com/friend/140133512--Ã¢ÂÂ¥Ã¢ÂÂ¥InViSiBl3+AnG3lÃ¢ÂÂ¥Ã¢ÂÂ¥+--Profile-html"&gt;http://hi5.com/friend/140133512--Ã¢ÂÂ¥Ã¢ÂÂ¥InViSiBl3+AnG3lÃ¢ÂÂ¥Ã¢ÂÂ¥+--Profile-html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiam ca e rusinos sa'ti faci poze in sutien si in chiloti ,si de'a dreptul inadmisibil sa le arati la altii....numai o tarfulitza ar face asa ceva.....well...se pare ca acum e o moda...&lt;a href="http://jojolina68.hi5.com/"&gt;http://jojolina68.hi5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am fost invatzata sa admir pozele care transmit ceva&lt;a href="http://www.badorgood.com/detail.php?id=125009"&gt;www.badorgood.com/detail.php?id=125009&lt;/a&gt;,nu poze facute in w.c 'ul unui club,poze facute cu televizorul,masina,lantul de aur,etc etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;Astea fiind spuse,constat ca invatzaturile pe care le'am primit eu ,pe "vremea mea",nu se potrivesc cu invatzaturile "tinerilor din ziua de azi",asa ca declar cu tristetze: am imbatranit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-4319984175491414789?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4319984175491414789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=4319984175491414789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4319984175491414789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4319984175491414789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/shed-si-cujet.html' title='shed si cujet....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SE1shwIfAFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TZbjPQJM6H0/s72-c/365222891%2B8995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-5757099487682693386</id><published>2008-05-25T20:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:03.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Think pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SDmcR3nNcRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7CmdNKwINoI/s1600-h/Cuddled_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204362675203436818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SDmcR3nNcRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7CmdNKwINoI/s320/Cuddled_Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fost odata un grup de broscute... ... care voiau sa se ia la intrecere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telul lor era sa ajunga in varful unui turn foarte inalt.Se adunasera deja multi spectatori, pentru a urmari cursa si a le incuraja pe broscute.Cursa urma sa inceapa...Totusi...Dintre spectatori nu credea niciunul ca vreuna din broscute va reusi sa ajunga in varful turnului. Tot ce se auzea erau exclamatii de genul: "Oh, ce obositor! Nu vor reusi niciodata sa ajunga sus!" sau: "Nici n-au cum sa reuseasca, turnul este mult prea inalt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broscutele incepura se abandoneze pe rand... Cu exceptia uneia singure, care se catara vioaie mai departe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spectatorii continuau sa strige: "E mult prea obositor! Nu va putea nimeni sa ajunga sus!" Tot mai multe broscute se resemnau si abandonau... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doar una singura se catara consecvent mai departe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Nu voia cu nici un chip sa abandoneze!In final renuntasera toate, cu exceptia acelei broscute, care cu o imensa ambitie si rezistenta reusi sa ajunga singura in varful turnului!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa aceea, toate celelalte broscute si toti spectatorii au vrut sa afle cum a reusit broscuta sa ajunga totusi in varf, dupa ce toate celelalte se vazusera nevoite sa abandoneze cursa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unul din spectatori se duse la broscuta s-o intrebe cum de a reusit sa faca un efort atit de mare si sa ajunga in virful turnului. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa se afla ca...Broscuta invingatoare era SURDA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala?Nu asculta niciodata de oamenii care au prostul obicei de a fi intotdeauna negativi si pesimisti... fiindca ei iti rapesc cele mai frumoase dorinte si sperante pe care le porti in suflet! Tot ceea ce auzi sau citesti te influenteaza in ceea ce faci!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci: Fii MEREU... OPTIMIST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si mai ales fii pur si simplu SURD cand cineva iti spune ca nu-ti poti realiza visurile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poti reusi in viata daca vrei cu adevarat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-5757099487682693386?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5757099487682693386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=5757099487682693386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5757099487682693386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5757099487682693386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/think-pink.html' title='Think pink!'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SDmcR3nNcRI/AAAAAAAAACo/7CmdNKwINoI/s72-c/Cuddled_Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-8113263717058619408</id><published>2008-05-20T19:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:03.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for my destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SDL8g79aD_I/AAAAAAAAACg/v7E5TVMkL3E/s1600-h/349789827+14239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202498162347610098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SDL8g79aD_I/AAAAAAAAACg/v7E5TVMkL3E/s320/349789827%2B14239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People tell me my life was predestined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From my life others shall learn a lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Want a leader with the world on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Age is young but my mind is much older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Living up to everyone's expectations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;condemned me to a world of damnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta clear these voices from my head,all these opinionated noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Listen to the voice of my creator,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;opens doors to a path much greater;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on this path, the days draw nearer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I can be happy, finally happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Searching for my destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I search for what makes me happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lost in what others thought of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've gotta be happy, finally happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to broaden my horizons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come out from the dark and open up my eyes and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;start to define my destiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;experience what life can really be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No longer concerned with your opinion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over my life I have dominion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stronger now than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sure I can be so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not what you thought I would be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause I'm gonna be happy, yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna be happy,finally, you see. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-8113263717058619408?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8113263717058619408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=8113263717058619408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8113263717058619408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/8113263717058619408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/searching-for-my-destiny.html' title='Searching for my destiny'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SDL8g79aD_I/AAAAAAAAACg/v7E5TVMkL3E/s72-c/349789827%2B14239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-4061372024490909547</id><published>2008-05-12T20:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:03.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around comes around....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCiBfL9aD-I/AAAAAAAAACY/sF2bLrYaClE/s1600-h/angel173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199548142585516002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCiBfL9aD-I/AAAAAAAAACY/sF2bLrYaClE/s320/angel173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she never comes home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And every time you call her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard you found out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That she's doing to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you did to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't that the way it goes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But boy I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what goes around comes around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-4061372024490909547?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4061372024490909547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=4061372024490909547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4061372024490909547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4061372024490909547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='what goes around comes around....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCiBfL9aD-I/AAAAAAAAACY/sF2bLrYaClE/s72-c/angel173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7723950897008828667</id><published>2008-05-06T22:33:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:04.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>orice minut e un nou inceput....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCCz3drsY0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ouqnCZ1Yxw/s1600-h/846642310+14811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197351735427621698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCCz3drsY0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ouqnCZ1Yxw/s320/846642310%2B14811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCCy4trsYzI/AAAAAAAAACI/snbXDLtJHSc/s1600-h/846642310+14811.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orice minut e un inceput,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viata merge inainte indiferent de ce-ai facut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poate-ai gresit, poate-ai mintit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ti-am mai spus: Ne vedem acolo sus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai probleme si incepi sa disperi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viata nu-ti da tot ceea ce ii ceri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In intuneric esti singur dar stii: maine va fi o noua zi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O secunda e de-ajuns sa visezi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N-ai nevoie de nimeni sa crezi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lumea spune ca nu poti zbura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o minciuna nu crede-n ea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7723950897008828667?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7723950897008828667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7723950897008828667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7723950897008828667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7723950897008828667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/05/orice-minut-e-un-nou-inceput.html' title='orice minut e un nou inceput....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SCCz3drsY0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0ouqnCZ1Yxw/s72-c/846642310%2B14811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-2163034410691592022</id><published>2008-04-30T15:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:04.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADOX...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhoJNrsYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xCt-SZ-KTMk/s1600-h/69796303+2272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195016677672903458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhoJNrsYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xCt-SZ-KTMk/s320/69796303%2B2272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O poezie a lui Pablo Neruda, care desi a murit in 1973, a surprins cu acuratete, se vede, tot ceea ce caracterizeaza secolul nostru. PARADOXAL … &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paradoxul Vremurilor noastre: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Paradoxul vremurilor noastre in istorie este ca, avem cladiri mai mari, dar suflete mai mici; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Autostrazi mai largi, dar minti mai inguste; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cheltuim mai mult dar avem mai putin; cumparam mai mult dar ne bucuram tot mai putin; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Avem case mai mari dar familii mai mici,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Avem mai multe accesorii dar mai putin timp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Avem mai multe functii, dar mai putina minte, mai multe cunostinte, dar mai putina judecata; mai multi experti si totusi mai multe probleme, mai multa medicina, dar mai putina sanatate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bem prea mult, fumam prea mult, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cheltuim prea nesabuit, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Radem prea putin, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Conducem prea repede, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ne enervam prea tare, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ne culcam prea tarziu, ne sculam prea obositi; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Citim prea putin, ne uitam prea mult la televizor si ne rugam prea rar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Ne-am multiplicat averile, dar ne-am redus valorile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vorbim prea mult, iubim prea rar si uram prea des. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am invatat cum sa ne castigam existenta, dar nu cum sa ne facem o viata, am adaugat ani vietii si nu viata anilor; Am ajuns pana pe luna si inapoi, dar avem probleme cand trebuie sa traversam strada, sa facem cunostinta cu un vecin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am cucerit spatiul cosmic, dar nu si pe cel interior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Am facut lucruri mai mari, dar nu si mai bune. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am curatat aerul dar am poluat solul. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am cucerit atomul dar nu si prejudecatile noastre. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Scriem mai mult, dar invatam mai putin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Planuim mai multe, dar realizam mai putine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am invatat sa ne grabim, dar nu si sa asteptam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Am construit mai multe calculatoare sa detina mai multe informatii sa produca mai multe copii ca niciodata, dar comunicam din ce in ce mai putin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile fast-food-urilor si digestiei incete; oamenilor mari si caracterelor meschine; profiturilor rapide si relatiilor superficiale. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile in care avem doua venituri, dar mai multe divorturi, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Case mai frumoase, dar camine destramate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Acestea sunt vremurile in care avem excursii rapide, scutece de unica folosinta, moralitate de doi bani, aventuri de-o noapte, corpuri supraponderale si pastile care iti induc orice stare de la bucurie, la liniste, la moarte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Sunt niste vremuri in care sunt prea multe in vitrine, dar nimic in interior.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; Vremuri in care tehnologia iti poate aduce aceasta scrisoare. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-ti petreci timp cu persoanele iubite, pentru ca nu vor fi langa tine o eternitate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa spui o vorba buna copilului care te venereaza, pentru ca acel copil va creste curand si va pleca de langa tine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-l imbratisezi cu dragoste pe cel de langa tine, pentru ca aceasta este singura comoara pe care o poti oferi cu inima si nu te costa nimic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa spui "Te iubesc" prietenului si persoanelor pe care le indragesti, dar mai ales sa o spui din inima.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; O sarutare si o imbartisare vor alina durerea atunci cand sunt sincere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aminteste-ti sa-i tii pe cei dragi de mana si sa pretuiesti acel moment pentru ca, intr-o zi acea persoana nu va mai fi langa tine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fa-ti timp sa iubesti, fa-ti timp sa vorbesti, fa-ti timp sa impartasesti gandurile pretioase pe care le ai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-2163034410691592022?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2163034410691592022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=2163034410691592022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/2163034410691592022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/2163034410691592022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/04/paradox.html' title='PARADOX...'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhoJNrsYyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xCt-SZ-KTMk/s72-c/69796303%2B2272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-7443353379631334409</id><published>2008-04-30T15:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:05.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Numai dupa invidia altora iti dai seama de propria ta valoare. (Tudor Musatescu)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhl3NrsYxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WBbXaSU9ipM/s1600-h/Eloquent_Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195014169412002578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhl3NrsYxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WBbXaSU9ipM/s320/Eloquent_Cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhkwNrsYwI/AAAAAAAAABs/9igMgLH3by8/s1600-h/Eloquent_Cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nu judecati oamenii dupa cei cu care se aduna. Nu uitati ca Iuda avea amici ireprosabili. (Ernest Hemingway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daca gasesti un drum fara obstacole, probabil ca drumul acela nu duce nicaieri. (J.F.Kennedy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oamenii sunt ca vinurile. Cu timpul, fie devin din ce in ce mai buni, fie se transforma in otet. (Papa Ioan al XXIII-lea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Primul om care a preferat sa injure decat sa dea cu piatra poate fi considerat inventatorul civilizatiei. (Sigmund Freud)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A face pe prostul la timpul potrivit este cea mai mare intelepciune. (Cicero)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-7443353379631334409?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/7443353379631334409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=7443353379631334409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7443353379631334409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/7443353379631334409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/04/numai-dupa-invidia-altora-iti-dai-seama.html' title='Numai dupa invidia altora iti dai seama de propria ta valoare. (Tudor Musatescu)'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBhl3NrsYxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WBbXaSU9ipM/s72-c/Eloquent_Cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-204101875298222603</id><published>2008-04-29T14:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:05.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MURPHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBcBq9rsYuI/AAAAAAAAABc/j81z34-CgJk/s1600-h/785894248+6709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194622532819116770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBcBq9rsYuI/AAAAAAAAABc/j81z34-CgJk/s320/785894248%2B6709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Legile nefumătorului:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fumul de ţigară se îndreaptă întotdeauna spre nefumător, indiferent de direcţia vîntului.&lt;br /&gt;2. Plăcerea rezultată dintr-o ţigară este direct proporţională cu numărul nefumătorilor din vecinătate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Un fumător este atras întotdeauna de zona fumatului interzis.&lt;br /&gt;4. Durata vieţii unei ţigări este direct proporţională cu intensitatea protestelor nefumătorilor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-204101875298222603?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/204101875298222603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=204101875298222603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/204101875298222603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/204101875298222603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/04/murphy.html' title='MURPHY'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBcBq9rsYuI/AAAAAAAAABc/j81z34-CgJk/s72-c/785894248%2B6709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-3803732649191727527</id><published>2008-04-29T13:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:05.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cu doctori....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBb71NrsYtI/AAAAAAAAABU/rc8CHAlBsMk/s1600-h/are_u_on_drugs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194616111843009234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBb71NrsYtI/AAAAAAAAABU/rc8CHAlBsMk/s320/are_u_on_drugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merge o femeie la doctor şi îi spune: - Doctore, faceţi ceva ca bărbatul meu să devină ca un taur.Răspunde doctorul: - Bine, daţi-vă jos fusta şi vom începe să-i facem coarnele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;La ginecolog se prezintă o tînără.&lt;br /&gt;- Vă ascult, domnişoară, zice doctorul.&lt;br /&gt;- Dom' doctor, am o problemă la păsărică.&lt;br /&gt;- Staţi puţin, domnişoară, să închid geamul, că fac pizdele astea din copac un zgomot teribil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O prostituată se duce să o consulte un ginecolog.-&lt;br /&gt; Pierdeţi mult la ciclu? o întreabă doctorul.&lt;br /&gt;- Foarte mult! Cel puţin un milion pe noapte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-3803732649191727527?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/3803732649191727527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=3803732649191727527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3803732649191727527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/3803732649191727527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/04/cu-doctori.html' title='cu doctori....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBb71NrsYtI/AAAAAAAAABU/rc8CHAlBsMk/s72-c/are_u_on_drugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-5800307059116425990</id><published>2008-04-27T21:27:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:05.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when reality kicks in.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBTe_trsYsI/AAAAAAAAABM/VL5n7GiLDk4/s1600-h/The_Dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194021456441008834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBTe_trsYsI/AAAAAAAAABM/VL5n7GiLDk4/s320/The_Dumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBTJJdrsYrI/AAAAAAAAABE/QtafwMof254/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193997434688922290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBTJJdrsYrI/AAAAAAAAABE/QtafwMof254/s320/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te'ai aflat vreodata intr'o situatie atat de evidenta,dar totusi te'ai incapatanat sa'ti spui:'"lasa ca nu'i chiar asa ",cand era evident ca "what u see is what it is"....de ex,:iesi dimineatza pe usa si ar trebui sa ajungi in 3 min la servici ca sa nu intarzii,si e clar ca'i imposibil sa ajungi la timp....si cu toate astea iti spui:"poate totusi n'o sa intarzii"....si exemplul se poate aplica in nenumarate alte situatii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cu alte cuvinte te minti singur, ca negru nu'i negru, sperand ca 'i poate macar gri....pentru ca te'ai intalnit cu atatea situatii negre incat atunci cand te mai lovesti de inca una subconstientul tau vrea sa te protejeze,incercand sa cosmetizeze situatia,incercand sa'ti blocheze noul soc....inca un nou soc....ca si atunci cand iti tai o mana si initial nu simti nimic,nici durere,nici nu realizezi pe deplin tragicul situatiei....desi VEZI CLAR CE E IN FATZA TA.....dar....te minti...poate nu'i chiar asa.....poate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si rezultatul e mereu acelasi.....ajungi in acelasi punct in care nu mai ai de ales decat sa ACCEPTI....si iti vei spune din nou.....data viitoare voi fii mai puternic si mai pragmatic....&lt;strong&gt;i'll be a true man damn it!&lt;/strong&gt;  si voi trage aer adanc in piept si voi spune "ok,chiar dc negru e negru accept asta,si chiar mai mult decat atat,ii voi face fatza!".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si probabil ca de cele mai multe ori asa vei proceda.....asta dc intr'adervar esti un om cu coloana vertebrala....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;insa.....vor veni din cand in cand si situatii cand nu vei trata evidentul drept EVIDENT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mie cand mi se intampla asta ma simt ca o veritabila "blonda".....adica extremly dumb....si imi jur ca n'o sa mai procedez asa niciodata....never ever....apoi imi dau seama ca,asa cum spunea cineva,e important sa'i ierti pe altii ,dar e si mai important sa te ierti pe tine insuti....si n'ar trebui sa mai fiu asa de aspra cu mine insami....adica,chiar dc m'am inselat in legatura cu o persoana,crezand ,sperand,ca'i o pers de caracter,(pt ca m'am saturat de atatea pers din jurul meu care nu's).....desi ratiunea imi spune,ca,din nou "negru' din fatza mea e intr'adevar negru"....well....decate ori nu percep corect o pers sau o situatie.....i feel dumb....but then...ma gandesc la ce a spus un mare filosof: "Probably he, who never made a mistake, never made a discovery"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think about it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-5800307059116425990?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5800307059116425990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=5800307059116425990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5800307059116425990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/5800307059116425990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-reality-kicks-in.html' title='when reality kicks in.....'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBTe_trsYsI/AAAAAAAAABM/VL5n7GiLDk4/s72-c/The_Dumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-4729360326000931715</id><published>2008-04-26T17:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:06.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i'm just so.....HAPPY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBNDb9rsYoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jTcsp9b7d7w/s1600-h/grass_eater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193568942981669506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBNDb9rsYoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jTcsp9b7d7w/s320/grass_eater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chiar daca suna ca un cliseu,am aflat ca fericirea vine din interior.....sa ai pace in suflet,sa fii impacat cu tine insuti (sa nu ai nelinisti,sa nu fii tulburat)....sa inveti sa te bucuri de lucruri simple,de zi cu zi,,,,sa apreciezi cand te suna un prieten si iti spune:" te'am sunat DOAR ca sa vad ce mai faci.Esti bine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;....cati dintre voi mai au asemenea prieteni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sa te bucuri de o discutie,un suc,o plimbare alaturi de cei dragi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sa apreciezi fiecare noua zi in care te trezesti si parintii ,fratii,catelul,prietenii iti sunt inca in viatza.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sa te bucuri cand poti sa cari o plasa grea de la alimentara,piatza,etc....sa te bucuri pt ca poti s'o cari TU ,ca ai doua maini,doua picioare,si nu esti invalid si trebuie sa depinzi de altii....si sa te bucuri ca ai ce pune in ea ,si nu traiesti pe strazi si mananci din gunoaie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asta'i tot ce va doresc eu de Sfintele sarbatori de Paste:  sa aveti pace in suflet si sa INVATZATI sa va bucurati!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Azi m'am trezit plina de energie.....ok,ok....nici chiar asa....dar dupa o cana mareeee de ness am fost super fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;asa ca m'am apucat imediat de facut curat: maturat,spalat pe jos,spalat aragazul....adunat haine,bagat altele in masina de spalat (apropo,e ok dc speli azi?)/...nah,nevermind.....alte pacate sa nu faci:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;apoi am plecat fugutza la alimentara pt . niste cumparaturi de ultima ora......and then.....well then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mi'am pregatit mancarea mea preferata :PESTE! am gatit peste prajit dat prin faina de malai.....super crocant,super bun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ca si garnitura:cartofi prajiti( ca n'am mai mancat de un secol) si porumb dulce....si doua grefuri stoarse ca sa nu'mi tzipe fierea:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.........si inca o cafelutza,ofcourse :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mai urmeaza o baitza cu spuma,crema de corp,etc etc,,,,,,si gata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.........si diseara merg la inviere.....la aceasi bisericutza la care merg de ani de zile.....si cu aceasi prietena buna....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HRISTOS A INVIAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5040216839222168023-4729360326000931715?l=mystuffandideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/feeds/4729360326000931715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5040216839222168023&amp;postID=4729360326000931715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4729360326000931715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5040216839222168023/posts/default/4729360326000931715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystuffandideas.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-im-just-sohappy.html' title='Today i&apos;m just so.....HAPPY!'/><author><name>alinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12465598036104455230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SH4blSmlbqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r0SQfjuUR60/S220/b6e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/SBNDb9rsYoI/AAAAAAAAAAg/jTcsp9b7d7w/s72-c/grass_eater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5040216839222168023.post-6236361257464835806</id><published>2007-12-24T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:12:06.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dating is never easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E-y8aMR1V5Y/R3AQSY3Gw9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EC1DN1IB0Is/s1600-h/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147632282181747666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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