<?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-5092311934202925816</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:31:18.134-07:00</updated><category term='Despre mine'/><category term='De corazon'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Berlin'/><category term='Diverse'/><category term='Little poems'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Blogul meu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7017372753202663946</id><published>2010-03-02T04:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T04:27:54.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Mărţişor... cu tristeţe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/S40DK8rB4rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_m1vqGuAVws/s1600-h/Martisor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/S40DK8rB4rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_m1vqGuAVws/s400/Martisor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444011011180978866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Martie mie mi-a adus tristeţe. Deşi, teoretic, începe primăvara, e momentul să ne bucurăm, primim mărţişoare care să ne aducă noroc şi alte cele, eu ieri m-am putut gândi la un singur lucru: e primul an de când m-am născut în care bunicul meu nu mi-a dăruit un mărţişor. Pentru că bunicul meu nu mai este.&lt;br /&gt;Şi ştii ce e cel mai trist? Că nici măcar nu mai ştiu care e ultimul mărţişor primit de la el, anul trecut, când - deşi era grav bolnav - mi-a cumpărat unul. A cumpărat pentru toate femeile din casă, aşa cum făcea de când mă ştiu. Mărţişorul respectiv e precis undeva, acasă, printr-un sertar. Nu l-am preţuit ca fiind ultimul, pentru că niciodată nu te gândeşti că acela e ultimul mărţişor, ultima îmbrăţişare, ultimul zâmbet, ultimul sărut din partea unui iubit şi aşa mai departe. Mai ales în cazul bunicilor şi al părinţilor, ai impresia că ei vor fi mereu acolo. Că vor fi acolo şi că îţi vor oferi la nesfârşit îmbrăţişări, zâmbete, dragostea lor şi... mărţişoare.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare dată când pierd pe cineva drag, îmi spun că - de acum înainte - voi fi mai atentă. Că voi preţui fiecare cadou şi fiecare gest ca fiind ultimul. Şi totuşi: ideea asta zboară repede din gândul meu şi trăiesc mai departe cu impresia că unele persoane, stări de fapt şi lucruri nu se sfârşesc niciodată.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubu, de data asta îţi ofer eu un fir de mărţişor, alb cu roşu, ca să îţi aducă noroc acolo unde eşti. Şi ca semn de recunoştinţă pentru toate mărţişoarele pe care mi le-ai oferit tu mie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7017372753202663946?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7017372753202663946/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2010/03/martisor-cu-tristete.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7017372753202663946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7017372753202663946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2010/03/martisor-cu-tristete.html' title='Mărţişor... cu tristeţe'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/S40DK8rB4rI/AAAAAAAAAV8/_m1vqGuAVws/s72-c/Martisor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8244190561774959391</id><published>2009-08-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:52:00.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodiile diminetii (28 august 2009)</title><content type='html'>Mi-e dor de mare, de nisip, de soare... Nu am mai fost la mare de vreo 7-8 ani. Daca imi zicea cineva la vremea aceea ca voi sta atatia ani departe de mare, i-as fi spus ca e nebun. Totusi, asa a fost sa fie. &lt;br /&gt;Visand la un verde-albastru intins pana la orizont, la nisipul fin lipindu-mi-se de piele cand ma dau cu crema, la palmieri, beach volley (+/- manele si miros de mititei, daca suntem in Romania) si alte lucruri ce imi aduc aminte de plaja, va prezint azi un cantaret pe care l-am "descoperit" in living-ul din Berlin: Frank Delle. Si care m-a facut sa ma simt ca la mare. It's reggae time, baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXMunExs7Hg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXMunExs7Hg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mn-0BcWp4EI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mn-0BcWp4EI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai jos, o melodie germana mai veche, prelucrata si cantata de formatia Seeed - al carei frontman e Frank Delle. "Ab in den Süden", adica ceva de genul "Hai sa plecam spre sud" (= tot mare si plaja?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z374KZsPmuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z374KZsPmuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8244190561774959391?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8244190561774959391/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/08/melodiile-diminetii-28-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8244190561774959391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8244190561774959391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/08/melodiile-diminetii-28-august-2009.html' title='Melodiile diminetii (28 august 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5208680422917124201</id><published>2009-08-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:50:25.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>La vie en rose</title><content type='html'>Mda... viata nu e mereu chiar asa de roza...&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, cand apar reclamele la televizor, uneori ma mai inveseleste una: noua reclama la Martini (copii, nu va atingeti de alcool!). &lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, nu am gasit o "varianta lunga" a acestei versiuni a cantecului, cred ca tipa (Melanie Fiona) a inregistrat melodia special pentru reclama asta. Mi se pare super (atat reclama, cat si melodia):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZ8AaMwdHTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZ8AaMwdHTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum, originalul. Ceva mai trist, asa cum sunt cam toate melodiile lui Edith Piaf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKgcKYTStMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKgcKYTStMc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5208680422917124201?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5208680422917124201/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-vie-en-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5208680422917124201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5208680422917124201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La vie en rose'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-2293516613849626317</id><published>2009-08-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:49:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (22 august 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RbSXxwiYMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vreme, revin cu "impresiile" mele. Astazi, cateva poze de la concertul U2, la care am participat sambata trecuta. Ce m-a bucurat foarte mult: am intalnit romani la concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlA4VAsYgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/x4XIXFCQGPs/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlA4VAsYgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/x4XIXFCQGPs/s400/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361888167818191362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympiastadion, Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlBP14I0pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jn25a85LGq0/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlBP14I0pI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jn25a85LGq0/s400/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361888571777667730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlBoQiqZlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2gcaD9y-Osw/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlBoQiqZlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/2gcaD9y-Osw/s400/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361888991252211282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlCCTh6CGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ereri_8QiNc/s1600-h/Picture+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlCCTh6CGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ereri_8QiNc/s400/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361889438730946658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot imagine cu publicul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaintea formatiei U2, au cantat cei de la Snow Patrol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3688UmRqrA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3688UmRqrA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din timpul concertului:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlCjjJlh9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/4AP31Hsuedo/s1600-h/Picture+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlCjjJlh9I/AAAAAAAAAUc/4AP31Hsuedo/s400/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361890009859590098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment dedicat lui Michael Jackson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eWgJ_PzGow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8eWgJ_PzGow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecranul asta e fenomenal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlC7sjkApI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vd0PbjDBS8Y/s1600-h/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlC7sjkApI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vd0PbjDBS8Y/s400/Picture+160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361890424701321874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlDikSQu1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/l_yb888v0T4/s1600-h/Picture+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlDikSQu1I/AAAAAAAAAU0/l_yb888v0T4/s400/Picture+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361891092496169810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pentru ca se "deschide" si transforma scena intr-o nava spatiala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlD4WWPTxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jk5mbctEpeI/s1600-h/Picture+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlD4WWPTxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/jk5mbctEpeI/s400/Picture+176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361891466711879442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlEMUxL7OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iPVkBgIkYts/s1600-h/Picture+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlEMUxL7OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iPVkBgIkYts/s400/Picture+179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361891809885416674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlEZBQqjTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/olEor02sl0Y/s1600-h/Picture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlEZBQqjTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/olEor02sl0Y/s400/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361892027987037490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or without you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZp2oph4V8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mZp2oph4V8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB2_Mw7jqY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QB2_Mw7jqY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7398179606678599463?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7398179606678599463/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/07/concert-u2-la-berlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7398179606678599463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7398179606678599463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/07/concert-u2-la-berlin.html' title='Concert U2 la Berlin'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SmlA4VAsYgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/x4XIXFCQGPs/s72-c/Picture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7844924529486720757</id><published>2009-06-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:46:45.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>A murit Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>Am ras de el pentru ca era primul negru devenit alb, un barbat devenit femeie, probabil un om devenit extraterestru. Ne-am descotorosit de el cand a fost implicat in procesele de pedofilie ce i s-au intentat. Totusi, nu putem sa nu ii recunoastem meritele si titlul de "King of Pop": a fost un mare cantaret, compozitor si dansator, un artist care a marcat puternic muzica si cu care toti cei care citesc aceste randuri au crescut (fie ei nascuti in anii '70, '80 sau '90). &lt;br /&gt;S-a stins un mare star si,odata cu el, dispare o parte din copilaria/tineretea noastra. A murit Michael Jackson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una dintre primele sale melodii,o melodie superba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQyvQWrGE1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQyvQWrGE1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa postez aici melodia &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Black or White&lt;/span&gt;, prima sa melodie pe care imi amintesc sa o fi auzit, dar nu pot: optiunea de postare pe bloguri, oferita de Youtube, a fost dezactivata (probabil pentru ca prea multa lume ar incerca sa o copieze). &lt;br /&gt;Melodia asta aparea in Romania cam pe la vremea cand Michael Jackson a sustinut un concert la Bucuresti (turneul Dangerous), fiind primul artist de talie mondiala care a concertat la noi dupa Revolutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar mai fi multe, multe alte melodii ce merita postate aici. Dar are atat de multe, incat nu as avea loc sa le postez pe toate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7844924529486720757?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7844924529486720757/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/murit-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7844924529486720757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7844924529486720757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/murit-michael-jackson.html' title='A murit Michael Jackson'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1536890621989834115</id><published>2009-06-25T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:42:19.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Atat de tare si incredibil de aproape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SkNQnKhf2aI/AAAAAAAAAT0/w5xT9czy2EM/s1600-h/El%26ic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SkNQnKhf2aI/AAAAAAAAAT0/w5xT9czy2EM/s400/El%26ic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351209416016255394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa zicem ca sunt o persoana publica: probabil ca cel putin 25% din travianistii romani ma cunosc. Sa mai zicem si ca as putea avea o anumita influenta asupra lor, ca sunt un formator de opinie sau ca am un rol educativ. Indiferent cum, ideea e ca blogul asta e citit. De multa lume. Asa ca am decis sa imi iau in serios rolul de a invata lumea cate ceva nou. Prin urmare, voi infiinta o noua rubrica pe acest blog, numita "Cultura generala". De ce nu? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incep prin a va prezenta o carte pe care mi-a recomandat-o de curand un amic: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Atat de tare si incredibil de aproape&lt;/span&gt; de Jonathan Safran Foer. Firul principal al volumului e construit in jurul atentatului din 11 septembrie 2001 (atacul impotriva Turnurilor Gemene din NY): tatal lui Oskar moare sub daramaturi, romanul urmarind o etapa din viata acelui baietel de noua ani. Un copil precoce, in cautarea unei incuietori din New York, dupa ce gaseste o cheie necunoscuta printre lucrurile tatalui sau. Acesta e firul rosu pe care ni-l prezinta autorul, dar in jurul sau gasim in primul rand o analiza psihologica a baietelului si, pe langa asta, povestea de dragoste ciudato-minunata a bunicilor copilului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a placut:&lt;br /&gt;-subiectul 11 septembrie, care pe mine una a ajuns sa ma enerveze - dar l-am iertat pe autor, fiindca l-a folosit foarte bine ca pretext pentru a scrie cele doua povesti;&lt;br /&gt;- faptul ca Oskar nu are deloc o gandire de copil, e mult prea matur pentru varsta lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a placut:&lt;br /&gt;-multele perspective din care era povestit totul, chiar daca la inceput mi-a trebuit ceva timp pana mi-am dat seama ce Dumnezeu se intampla. :))) E mult mai autentic asa.&lt;br /&gt;- imbinarea de text, pagini albe, poze - un colaj super, care da o altfel de dimensiune romanului, parca ar fi... 3D, sa zicem. Si, totusi, fara sa para ceva fortat (probabil a gasit foarte bine "scuza" ca Oskar aduna acele "Chestii care i se intampla").&lt;br /&gt;- faptul ca erau o familie cam freaky, deloc familia tipica americana (shiny happy people) - te face sa te simti mai bine, dandu-ti seama ca nu numai familia ta e ciudata. :)))&lt;br /&gt;- faptul ca m-a facut sa caut pe net o alta carte, cea a lui Hawking, pe care chiar am gasit-o in varianta integrala, nu doar ca scurta prezentare: http://www.scribd.com/doc/3976748/Stephen-W-Hawking-Scurta-istorie-a-timpului&lt;br /&gt;Ramane de vazut daca chiar o citesc, am impresia ca e putin prea stiintifica pentru gusturile mele (si pentru puterea mea de intelegere).&lt;br /&gt;- povestea bunicii si a bunicului - minunata, dar nu ca poveste de dragoste cu happy end. Ci din punct de vedere psihologic, din nou. Ca analiza.&lt;br /&gt;-legat de bunici: mi-a placut ca bunica nu a cedat si nu l-a primit repede inapoi, cu bratele deschise, pe bunic.&lt;br /&gt;- tot legat de ei: ma bucur sa vad ca exista dragoste (clar, la alt nivel) si sexualitate (mai ales asta, fiindca e mai putin mediatizat) la varsta a 3-a.&lt;br /&gt;- mi-a placut ideea aceea cu locurile unde era Nimic, unde te puteai retrage. &lt;br /&gt;- faptul ca m-a determinat sa scriu ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca o observatie: nu stiu daca chiar are vreo legatura sau nu, daca e intentionat sau nu (dar tind sa cred ca e intentionat) - romanul imi aduce aminte de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blechtrommel &lt;/span&gt;al lui Günther Grass (cred ca ii spune Toba de tinichea in romana):&lt;br /&gt;- acelasi nume al personajului principal: Oskar (mai ales ca in engleza ar fi fost cu c, nu cu k)&lt;br /&gt;- instrumentul de percutie prezent in ambele opere (tamburina la Foer)&lt;br /&gt;- copilul-geniu, care m-a enervat in ambele cazuri :)))&lt;br /&gt;- chiar si perioada prezentata (razboiul mondial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va recomand sa cititi si voi aceasta carte si va urez lectura placuta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1536890621989834115?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1536890621989834115/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/atat-de-tare-si-incredibil-de-aproape.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1536890621989834115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1536890621989834115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/atat-de-tare-si-incredibil-de-aproape.html' title='Atat de tare si incredibil de aproape'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SkNQnKhf2aI/AAAAAAAAAT0/w5xT9czy2EM/s72-c/El%26ic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5774560389554274717</id><published>2009-06-17T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:41:16.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia de la miezul noptii (17/18 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>Exista atat de multe melodii frumoase - care inseamna fiecare ceva pentru mine, reprezinta cate un moment din viata mea - incat nici nu stiu daca voi avea timp sa le postez vreodata pe toate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In noaptea asta: Sarah MacLachlan - Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CbAjj80NIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5774560389554274717?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5774560389554274717/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-de-la-miezul-noptii-1718-iunie.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5774560389554274717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5774560389554274717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-de-la-miezul-noptii-1718-iunie.html' title='Melodia de la miezul noptii (17/18 iunie 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6355533102255486610</id><published>2009-06-17T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:40:23.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia zilei (17 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>Videoclipul e superb, nu puteam sa nu il postez. Vizionati-l pana la final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQ_-g3C2olw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQ_-g3C2olw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6355533102255486610?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6355533102255486610/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-zilei-17-iunie-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6355533102255486610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6355533102255486610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-zilei-17-iunie-2009.html' title='Melodia zilei (17 iunie 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-3918476447923255582</id><published>2009-06-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:39:27.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Decalogul lui Paler</title><content type='html'>(Din &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viata pe un peron&lt;/span&gt; de Octavian Paler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Prima poruncă: Să aştepţi oricât.&lt;br /&gt;A doua poruncă: Să aştepţi orice.&lt;br /&gt;A treia poruncă: Să nu-ţi aminteşti, în schimb, orice. Nu sunt bune decât amintirile care te ajută să trăieşti în prezent.&lt;br /&gt;A patra poruncă: Să nu numeri zilele.&lt;br /&gt;A cincea poruncă: Să nu uiţi că orice aşteptare e provizorie, chiar dacă durează toată viaţa.&lt;br /&gt;A şasea poruncă: Repetă că nu există pustiu. Există doar incapacitatea noastră de a umple golul în care trăim.&lt;br /&gt;A şaptea poruncă: Nu pune în aceeaşi oală şi rugăciunea şi pe Dumnezeu. Rugăciunea este uneori o formă de a spera a celui ce nu îndrăzneşte să spere singur.&lt;br /&gt;A opta poruncă: Dacă gândul ăsta te ajută, nu evita să recunoşti că speri neavând altceva mai bun de făcut sau chiar pentru a te feri de urmările faptului că nu faci nimic.&lt;br /&gt;A noua poruncă: Binecuvântează ocazia de a-ţi aparţine în întregime. Singurătatea e o târfă care nu te învinuieşte că eşti egoist.&lt;br /&gt;A zecea poruncă: Aminteşte-ţi că paradisul a fost, aproape sigur, într-o grotă.»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-3918476447923255582?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/3918476447923255582/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/decalogul-lui-paler.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3918476447923255582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3918476447923255582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SjiUhEf7esI/AAAAAAAAATs/4aMGdz4rZuM/s400/Alexander.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348187853366721218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7901235987407367005?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7901235987407367005/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/minune-in-miniatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7901235987407367005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia de la miezul noptii (16/17 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>O seara in care ma uit la stele si te simt atat de aproape.&lt;br /&gt;Caut melodia de care imi aminteste acest moment (parca Nicola o canta), dar nu o gasesc.&lt;br /&gt;Gasesc insa o melodie oarecum nepotrivita, avand in vedere ca nu ploua de cateva zile, dar imi place mult prea mult ca sa nu o postez aici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-6JQhJcrYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k-6JQhJcrYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFpZ2mlR04I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5266702795040736949?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5266702795040736949/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-8-iunie-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5266702795040736949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5266702795040736949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-8-iunie-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (8 iunie 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-442490376078870184</id><published>2009-06-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:35:29.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (7 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmq0O5wPH74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmq0O5wPH74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-442490376078870184?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/442490376078870184/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-7-iunie-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/442490376078870184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/442490376078870184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-7-iunie-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (7 iunie 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6646011184669348143</id><published>2009-06-06T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:34:36.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (6 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>Pentru toti travianistii care la ora asta farmeaza pe comx:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWc4Jc9MRWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWc4Jc9MRWs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Stiati ca...&lt;br /&gt;... astazi se sarbatoresc 65 de ani de la D-Day, despre care e vorba in melodie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6646011184669348143?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6646011184669348143/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-6-iunie-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6646011184669348143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6646011184669348143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-6-iunie-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (6 iunie 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amara vreti da fie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mod de preparare:&lt;br /&gt;Puneti zaharul si apa intr-o cratita pe foc si amestecati, pana cand se topeste zaharul si obtineti un fel de sirop (nu asteptati pana fierbe, nu are voie sa fiarba!). Luati cratita de pe foc si adaugati cacaoa, amestecand mai departe, apoi untul. Se amesteca pana cand iese o pasta omogena si fara cocoloase. Apoi se adauga laptele praf (daca e mica oala, turnati totul intr-un castron mai mare) si se amesteca din nou pana se omogenizeaza pasta. Cand e totul bine amestecat, puneti intr-o tava (cu margine mai inalta sau mai joasa, in functie de cum vreti) folie din-aceea de pastrat chestiile proaspete. Si turnati pasta de ciocolata in tava. Se lasa vreo 18-20 de ore sa se intareasca, la rece (de preferat nu in frigider).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pofta buna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SilLVdXmxzI/AAAAAAAAATk/JoBXP-M-c3k/s1600-h/cioco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SilLVdXmxzI/AAAAAAAAATk/JoBXP-M-c3k/s320/cioco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343885264884778802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1490787775650248392?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1490787775650248392/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link 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href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-5-iunie-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (5 iunie 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4311417685226819724</id><published>2009-06-02T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:30:58.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Cele mai faine melodii Disney</title><content type='html'>Asaaa..... astazi e ziua melodiilor din desene animate Disney. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia sa le postam pe cele mai faine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2CVLWOoNsY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2CVLWOoNsY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vX07j9SDFcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vX07j9SDFcc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPfdTRIgrNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPfdTRIgrNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/cele-mai-faine-melodii-disney.html' title='Cele mai faine melodii Disney'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1029111114787254357</id><published>2009-06-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:29:28.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (2 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu, poate am mai postat melodia asta. Dar azi sunt atat de bine dispusa, incat nu puteam alege altceva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ejEVczA8PLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1029111114787254357?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1029111114787254357/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-2-iunie-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1029111114787254357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1029111114787254357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/06/melodia-diminetii-2-iunie-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (2 iunie 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-937993712370861368</id><published>2009-06-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:28:29.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (1 iunie 2009)</title><content type='html'>Astazi, o melodie dintr-un film "siropos", dar cu un soundtrack superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlvYoD1RXWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlvYoD1RXWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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Postez versiunea care imi place cel mai mult (pentru ca in aceasta varianta am auzit-o prima data). Plus ca il ador pe Heath Ledger. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6XGUhzfutc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6XGUhzfutc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5225523989053747378?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5225523989053747378/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-diminetii-26-mai-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5225523989053747378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5225523989053747378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-diminetii-26-mai-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (26 mai 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-9176141206386864404</id><published>2009-05-25T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:24:31.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia zilei (25 mai 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ogQ0uge06o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ogQ0uge06o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-9176141206386864404?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/9176141206386864404/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-zilei-25-mai-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9176141206386864404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9176141206386864404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-zilei-25-mai-2009.html' title='Melodia zilei (25 mai 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5674752885462753717</id><published>2009-05-24T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:23:34.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little poems'/><title type='text'>Ma mai citesti?</title><content type='html'>Vise. Multe vise (cu altul?), toate destramate de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Violata. Ai patruns in ce aveam mai de pret.&lt;br /&gt;Inima si minte.&lt;br /&gt;Valuri... &lt;br /&gt;Vant si furtuna.&lt;br /&gt;Vointa. Dorinta?&lt;br /&gt;Van. Vanator.&lt;br /&gt;Valiza, iei avionul si vii la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Totul porneste de la un V.&lt;br /&gt;Il intorc pe dos... M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5674752885462753717?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5674752885462753717/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/ma-mai-citesti.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5674752885462753717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5674752885462753717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/ma-mai-citesti.html' title='Ma mai citesti?'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7124888327995751048</id><published>2009-05-24T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:22:24.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia zilei (23 mai 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Oi79iS9jcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Oi79iS9jcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7124888327995751048?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7124888327995751048/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-zilei-23-mai-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7124888327995751048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7124888327995751048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-zilei-23-mai-2009.html' title='Melodia zilei (23 mai 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-967289823394055745</id><published>2009-05-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:19:30.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Merge si-asa</title><content type='html'>Din categoria "Numai in Romania merge si-asa", postez mai jos o poza primita de la un coleg (multumesc colegului).&lt;br /&gt;Este pasajul de la Pipera, care nu poate fi finalizat pentru ca... nu a observat nimeni ca se intersecteaza cu firele de inalta tensiune. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/ShT2UEPX4bI/AAAAAAAAATY/t8x6Gt4lljA/s1600-h/pasaj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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De fapt, "The Baseballs" (asa se numesc) preiau hituri actuale si le modifica in stilul anilor '60. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SgTEkBq-DaI/AAAAAAAAATA/jcwrr9j7qxk/s400/b29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333603981916507554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SgTErXjnPKI/AAAAAAAAATI/MoJgJewxsDo/s1600-h/b30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SgTErXjnPKI/AAAAAAAAATI/MoJgJewxsDo/s400/b30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333604108050316450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SgTEx5sE6fI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6ZJlwXGJ6A8/s1600-h/b31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SgTEx5sE6fI/AAAAAAAAATQ/6ZJlwXGJ6A8/s400/b31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333604220291836402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzii:&lt;br /&gt;- un show de zile mari, care merita toti banii (biletul a fost in jur de 60 de euro)&lt;br /&gt;- tipa e super senzuala si canta bestial, asa ca a urcat pe locul doi in topul "Cu cine m-as cupla daca as fi baiat", imediat dupa Angelina Jolie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-3609210243674372856?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/3609210243674372856/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/concert-beyonce-la-berlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3609210243674372856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3609210243674372856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/concert-beyonce-la-berlin.html' title='Concert Beyonce la Berlin'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SgTB8jO6YUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/CHJL5GiuTx8/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5795971806616640656</id><published>2009-05-08T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:22:11.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (8 mai 2009)</title><content type='html'>O melodie pe care nu am mai auzit-o de un secol, dar care imi place tare mult:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPFd-CHLaAA&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPFd-CHLaAA&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5795971806616640656?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5795971806616640656/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-diminetii-8-mai-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5795971806616640656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5795971806616640656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-diminetii-8-mai-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (8 mai 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6603577568546793496</id><published>2009-05-05T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:21:31.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Bine ca avem imn!...</title><content type='html'>Am aflat si eu ieri ca, mai nou, Romania are imn turistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestia asta imi suna din start cam aiurea, fiindca imi aduce aminte de "Mladite inmugurite" (pe care eu il cantam "ladite mugurite") si alte cantecele de pe vremea soimilor patriei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In plus, ma intreb la ce Dumnezeu ne trebuie noua imn turistic, cand nu avem hoteluri, nu avem strazi, nu avem cam nimic. Bine ca am ramas cu natura frumoasa a tarii noastre: vom dormi in cort si vom face drumetii in Carpati, cantand cu voiosie imnul turistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa spunem ca e totusi ceva pozitiv, cica macar se face ceva pentru turismul nostru. Am ascultat si eu melodia asta si - cand a inceput - m-am gandit ca suna, totusi, bine: sunet de nai, te duce cu gandul la plaiurile mioritice. Plus ca o incanta pe tanti Nuti, care a emigrat acum 30 de ani in America si singurul lucru pe care il mai stie despre cultura patriei e Gheorghe Zamfir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa revenim la melodie: dupa introducerea draguta, incep sa cante Loredana Groza si alti titani ai muzicii romanesti. Problema: cat or fi ei de titani, aici suna ca niste pisici bete, care s-au intalnit la tomberon ca sa miorlaie putin la luna. De la nai, se trece la ritmuri mai vesele, probabil ca sa atraga si tineretul. Daca nu ma insel, e si Felicia Filip pe acolo, facand niste vocalize care - sincer - nu mi se pare ca aveau ce cauta in melodia asta. Cumva, imi suna a incercare proasta de a copia stilul musical-urilor - desigur, nu le-a iesit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa zicem ca iertam aceasta profanare a timpanelor noastre, daca artistii implicati au cantat pe gratis. Atunci poate ii inteleg de ce nu par foarte fericiti sa cante aceasta melodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana una-alta, important e ca avem imn turistic, pe care va invit sa il ascultati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrOt2TeATbU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PrOt2TeATbU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6603577568546793496?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6603577568546793496/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/bine-ca-avem-imn.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6603577568546793496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6603577568546793496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/bine-ca-avem-imn.html' title='Bine ca avem imn!...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5706617026887244696</id><published>2009-05-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:20:52.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Cum sa compui o manea in 10 pasi simpli</title><content type='html'>PASUL 1&lt;br /&gt;Nume de bastan (Elvis, Florin Fermecatoru', Englezu', etc.).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 2&lt;br /&gt;Incultura generala obligatorie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 3&lt;br /&gt;IQ mai mic decît numarul de la pantofi. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 4&lt;br /&gt;Posesie (sau achizitionare pe parcurs) limuzina, castel, faraoanca si boraci (puradei).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 5&lt;br /&gt;Rude-n puscarie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 6&lt;br /&gt;Imagine&lt;br /&gt;I. Bijuterii - lant, ghiul si bratara de aur - mai mult de jumatate din greutatea corporala.&lt;br /&gt;II. Freza - 2 parti gel, o parte par.&lt;br /&gt;III. Hainele - cat mai stralucitoaresi de prost gust.&lt;br /&gt;  a. Camasa (alba sau neagra).&lt;br /&gt;  b. Pantaloni (preferabil negri).&lt;br /&gt;  c. Pantofi de lac.&lt;br /&gt;  d. Vesta, manta sau capa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 7&lt;br /&gt;I. Versuri&lt;br /&gt;Vocabular obligatoriu: bani, dusmani, tigani, golani, femei, fetite, printesa, bautura, dolari, aur, parai, lovele, milionar, Mercedes, celular, inima, suflet, Dumnezeu, viata, valoare.&lt;br /&gt;Interjectii : oooooooof, ah, sha-la-la, cicalaca-cichicia, etc. &lt;br /&gt;II. Sunt admise:&lt;br /&gt;  a. greseli gramaticale;&lt;br /&gt;  b. verbe - conjugare si acord;&lt;br /&gt;  c. substantive - plural la alegere;&lt;br /&gt;  d. greseli de tipul "la toti", "lu' copilu' meu" si din seria "casa" - "as vrea ca sa te regasesc"; &lt;br /&gt;  e. versuri albe;&lt;br /&gt;  f. rime cu acelasi cuvînt;&lt;br /&gt;  g. metafore duse la extrem ("floarea florilor", "sugativa-n portofel");&lt;br /&gt;  h. cuvinte straine ("bambina", "ragazza", etc.). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 8&lt;br /&gt;Subiecte&lt;br /&gt;I. iubirea&lt;br /&gt;  a. relatiile&lt;br /&gt;     1. cu mai multe femei&lt;br /&gt;     2. reusite&lt;br /&gt;     3. nereusite (vezi parasire)&lt;br /&gt;  b. parasire&lt;br /&gt;     1. pentru altul/alta (merge si homo)&lt;br /&gt;     2. pentru bani &lt;br /&gt;     3. pentru ambele&lt;br /&gt;     4. moarte&lt;br /&gt;II. familia&lt;br /&gt;  a. copiii&lt;br /&gt;  b. nevasta&lt;br /&gt;  c. fratele&lt;br /&gt;  d. bunastare, parasire sau lauda&lt;br /&gt;III. banii&lt;br /&gt;  a. detinerea lor in cantitati exagerate&lt;br /&gt;  b. risipa fireasca &lt;br /&gt;  c. invidia celorlalti&lt;br /&gt;IV. lauda proprie (bogatie, bunastare, performante sexuale, sex-appeal, performante muzicale)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 9&lt;br /&gt;Melodia&lt;br /&gt;I. instrumente consacrate&lt;br /&gt;  a. acordeon&lt;br /&gt;  b. orga proasta&lt;br /&gt;  c. instrument de suflat&lt;br /&gt;  d. tobe de sintetizator cu generozitate&lt;br /&gt;II. voce&lt;br /&gt;  a. optionala si/sau chinuita&lt;br /&gt;  b. ecou &lt;br /&gt;  c. accent obligatoriu&lt;br /&gt;  d. rap inclus&lt;br /&gt;III. originalitate facultativa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PASUL 10&lt;br /&gt;Videoclip&lt;br /&gt;I. miscari necesare (pentru manelist)&lt;br /&gt;  a. stanga-dreapta (maxim doi pasi)&lt;br /&gt;  b. pocnire din degete&lt;br /&gt;  c. zambet cuceritor&lt;br /&gt;II. 15-20 de fete dotate care sa-si agite echipamentul&lt;br /&gt;III. decor prost (sau inexistent)&lt;br /&gt;IV. lumini cat mai colorate&lt;br /&gt;V. cateva masini decapotabile in care sa cante barosanu'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5706617026887244696?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5706617026887244696/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/cum-sa-compui-o-manea-in-10-pasi-simpli.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5706617026887244696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5706617026887244696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/cum-sa-compui-o-manea-in-10-pasi-simpli.html' title='Cum sa compui o manea in 10 pasi simpli'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4012294513836869407</id><published>2009-05-04T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:19:53.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Melodia diminetii (4 mai 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMTNT_BzkdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMTNT_BzkdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Melodia asta imi aduce aminte de Laura: aveam in redactia din Bucuresti un tip pe nume Harry, caruia domnul Thiel ii spunea "Harry Belafonte". Cand a sunat o data Laura noastra la Bucuresti sa il caute pe domnul Harry, secretara a intrabat-o care Harry. Laura a raspuns total inocenta, dar hotarata: Harry Belafonte!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4012294513836869407?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4012294513836869407/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-diminetii-4-mai-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4012294513836869407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4012294513836869407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/melodia-diminetii-4-mai-2009.html' title='Melodia diminetii (4 mai 2009)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6776989894560844338</id><published>2009-05-03T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:17:03.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Despre bloggeri</title><content type='html'>E clar ca viata sociala s-a mutat incet-incet in internet. Nu mai iesim la un suc sau la o bere, ci facem conferinte pe skype. Nu mai iesim in discoteca la agatat, ci intrebam "asl pls" pe un canal de chat sau pe messenger. Nu ne mai trimitem scrisori, ci e-mail. Nu mai avem "caiet de amintiri" si jurnale, ci bloguri si arhive de mess. Nu ii mai spunem iubitului/iubitei "Te iubesc!", ci bagam repede un emoticon din-ala cu inimioara. Nici macar sex real nu mai facem, ci ii scriem prietenului/prietenei "Mmmmmm.... daaaa! Am venit!" pe messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cateva zile, am si eu acest blog, pe care am pus si cateva materiale de pe blogul meu privat (pe care il stiu doar prietenii din viata reala). Nu stiu ce ma face sa scriu zilnic cate ceva, dar ieri seara ma intrebam care or fi oare motivele care ii determina pe altii sa faca acest lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa "descopar" urmatoarele tipuri de bloggeri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cei care folosesc blogul ca pe un jurnal: astia de obicei scriu orice, oricand, nu sunt atenti la ortografie si nici la altceva, blogul fiind in primul rand facut pentru ei. Ca sa il poata reciti ori de cate ori simt nevoia. Sa zicem ca blogul e un fel de dovada ca au trait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cei pentru care blogul e o terapie, un fel de psiholog: ori de cate ori au probleme, se pun sa scrie. Scriind tot ce le vine in minte, se auto-analizeaza, uneori ajung sa descopere in acest fel solutia pentru problemele lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cei care au nevoie sa se afirme: de obicei, persoane cu gura mare, care trebuie sa fie mereu in centrul atentiei, care vor mereu sa fie bagati in seama. Probabil ca de cele mai multe ori au pe blog chestii de foarte mare interes (comentarii politice, muzica din top in acea perioada, eventual Travian), care sa le asigure un mare numar de vizitatori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cei care spera ca pot schimba lumea: pe aceste bloguri probabil vei gasi multe, multe comentarii (ironice sau nu) despre tot ce se intampla in jurul bloggerului. Nefiind politician sau ceva asemanator, spera ca poate schimba macar modul de gandire al celor care citesc blogul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Artisti: buni sau mai putin talentati, toti au un lucru in comun: nu au bani sa faca o expozitie. Si atunci isi publica lucrarile pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ziaristi, politicieni sau alte persoane publice: e la moda, asa ca trebuie sa isi faca si ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cel care are blog pentru ca si prietenii lui au: poate nu scrie prea mult sau prea des pe blog, dar macar e conectat cu multe, multe persoane. Important e ca are si el/ea domeniu pe hi5 sau pe unde o mai fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cei care se plictisesc: blogul nu e ntretinut, nu are o structura si o idee clara. Scrie cand are chef si ce are chef, doar atunci cand nu are altceva mai bun de facut. Si doar daca isi aminteste ca parca avea si el/ea un blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6776989894560844338?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6776989894560844338/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/despre-bloggeri.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6776989894560844338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6776989894560844338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/despre-bloggeri.html' title='Despre 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term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Lucrurile ăştia ne doare</title><content type='html'>Din când în când, mai am ocazia să discut şi cu persoane care (încă) vorbesc corect limba română. Şi stăm uneori şi ne minunăm de ceea ce a putut să ajungă limba noastră. Am ajuns să zic şi eu că "te-nfiori adânc si tremuri", dar din alte motive decât cele din poezia lui Alexei Mateevici.&lt;br /&gt;De ortografie nu mă leg, oricum e un caz pierdut. Aş avea în fiecare zi ceva de adăugat la blog, dacă mă pun să copiez toate aberaţiile pe care le citesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista cu greşelile gramaticale care mă enervează cel mai mult:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "virgulă": oricine se prinde că e pe cale să spună ceva de genul "caca", se gândeşte că ar fi bine să bage şi o virgulă pe acolo. Că ea are ce căuta în acel loc sau nu, asta nu mai interesează pe nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;Exemplu: "Ea vrea să facă virgulă cafea."&lt;br /&gt;În gramatica pe care o ştiu eu, între predicat şi complementul direct nu se pune virgulă. Prin urmare: începeţi să tuşiţi, faceţi pauză, fiţi inventivi - dar nu mai spuneţi "virgulă". Sau formulaţi altfel propoziţia: "Ea vrea să pună de-o cafea". (Nu sună neapărat grozav, dar e mai bine decât să folosiţi virgula aiurea.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "ca să": treaba asta am întâlnit-o mai ales la cei de prin zona sudică a ţării (şi nu, nu am nimic cu nimeni).&lt;br /&gt;Exemplu: "Vreau ca să merg la şcoală."&lt;br /&gt;Dragii mei, "ca să" e o conjuncţie care introduce o propoziţie secundară de scop. Cum ar fi: "Merge la şcoală ca să înveţe gramatica limbii române". Dar nu putem spune "Vreau cu scopul de a merge la şcoală".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tot de prin zona Bucureştiului: "din cauză la..."&lt;br /&gt;Adică: "Am întârziat din cauză la tramvai". Nu, dragă: Ai întârziat din cauza tramvaiului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "după": tot mai multe persoane folosesc "după" în locul lui "de pe".&lt;br /&gt;"Am căzut după scaun", când - de fapt - voia să spună că a căzut de pe scaun. Mă rog... nu mai contează dacă a căzut "de pe" sau "după", important e că a căzut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista continuă....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melodie cu caracter politic, dar al cărui titlu îmi place (chiar dacă e cântată de O-Zone):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-X1d5Y8V0RM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-X1d5Y8V0RM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6062251531633249290?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6062251531633249290/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucrurile-astia-ne-doare.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6062251531633249290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6062251531633249290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucrurile-astia-ne-doare.html' title='Lucrurile ăştia ne doare'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8221047164894209075</id><published>2009-05-01T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:13:36.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Pui cu sos de smantana si gogosari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/Sfr2Ln5K8EI/AAAAAAAAALA/QM8B80SmNQE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/Sfr2Ln5K8EI/AAAAAAAAALA/QM8B80SmNQE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330843788494172226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din cand in cand mai dau peste cate o reteta interesanta, o probez si - daca e bun ce iese - o scriu pe blog, pentru cazul in care mai e pe aici cineva care vrea sa o incerce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi am mancat ceva ce se face repede, e relativ ieftin si super gustos: pui cu sos de smantana si gogosari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveti nevoie de: un piept mare de pui (se poate si cu pulpe), 2 gogosari, un borcan (200-250 g) de smantana, sare, piper, boia, vegeta. Si niste paste, cartofi sau orez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum se prepara:&lt;br /&gt;- taiati gogosarul (gogosarii) felii subtiri, apoi puneti-i impreuna cu pieptul de pui intr-un vas de ceramica sau jena, rezistent la caldura mare (pieptul poate fi intreg sau taiat si el);&lt;br /&gt;- intr-un castron, amestecati smantana cu sare, piper, boia si putina vegeta (toate dupa gust, nu stiu sa dau indicatii exacte privind gramajul - eu pun mereu dupa gust);&lt;br /&gt;- turnati smantana condimentata deasupra carnii si a gogosarilor;&lt;br /&gt;- puneti toata chestia asta la cuptor, pana cand se fierbe carnea si sosul capata o crusta, cum e in imaginea de mai jos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/Sfr3SBcI5rI/AAAAAAAAALI/bWajYzF3vgU/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/Sfr3SBcI5rI/AAAAAAAAALI/bWajYzF3vgU/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330844997942568626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se serveste cald, cu paste (nu spaghetti), orez sau cartofi (natur sau piure).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8221047164894209075?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8221047164894209075/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/pui-cu-sos-de-smantana-si-gogosari.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8221047164894209075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8221047164894209075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/pui-cu-sos-de-smantana-si-gogosari.html' title='Pui cu sos de smantana si gogosari'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/Sfr2Ln5K8EI/AAAAAAAAALA/QM8B80SmNQE/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8059888830038741009</id><published>2009-05-01T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:42:05.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>De la Adam la Ymir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Antropogonia în diferitele mitologii ale lumii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt oamenii descendenţii lui Adam şi ai Evei sau au ieşit dintr-un ou? Credem teoria lui Darwin despre evoluţia omului sau am ajuns pe Pământ aduşi de extratereştrii? Teorii despre naşterea omului există la fel de multe câte popoare, mitologii şi culturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trăsăturile omului primordial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşa cum observă Victor Kernbach, autorul &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dicţionarului de mitologie generală&lt;/span&gt;, omul primordial este caracterizat aproape în toate mitologiile prin două principii: în primul rând, antropogonia are un caracter artizanal; în al doilea rând, omul primordial are tendinţa de a se emancipa de sub controlul creatorului său. (Kernbach 1983: pag. 519) Tot la Kernbach găsim o enumerare a etapelor parcurse de omul primordial în timpul evoluţiei sale. Astfel, la început, omul primordial trăieşte într-o stare de beatitudine, urmată de o descoperire de sine, o ieşire din starea iniţială de inconştienţă. Omul primordial cedează apoi impulsului de a descifra mediul, el descoperă limbajul articulat şi îşi recunoaşte semenii, acest lucru ducând în cele din urmă la emanciparea sa de sub controlul creatorului. Această emancipare îl face pe omul primordial să cunoască greutăţile vieţii, sau sacrificiul cunoaşterii, cum spune Kernbach – în mitologia biblică întâlnim în acest punct izgonirea din Paradis. O ultimă etapă ar fi revolta contra destinului, de exemplu mitul Turnului din Babel. În majoritatea mitologiilor apare pe parcursul evoluţiei omului primordial câte un erou civilizator, cum ar fi Prometeu din mitologia greacă sau Maui din mitologia polineziană – ambii îi dăruiesc omului focul.&lt;br /&gt;Pe lângă aceste caracteristici ale omului primordial, Kernbach prezintă şapte forme antropogonice şi patru materii din care a fost creat, în diferitele mitologii, omul (Kernbach 1983: pag. 520). Astfel, apar următoarele forme antropogonice: androginul (fiinţa bisexuală), omul rebutat (oameni alungaţi din cauza imperfecţiunii lor – de exemplu oamenii de gheaţă Ninya, din mitologia australiană), omul experimental (zeul ugrilor din Urali Numi Torem, de exemplu, încearcă să creeze trei feluri diferite de oameni: pădurenii, oamenii păroşi şi oamenii din lut şi crengi), omul de uz divin (mesopotamienii considerau că omul a fost creat pentru că zeii aveau nevoie de slugi; în mitologia neozeelandeză a fost creată mai întâi o femeie pentru zeul Tane, care apoi o dăruieşte primului bărbat), omul titanic (în multe mitologii apare titanul sau gigantul ca formă intermediară între zei şi oameni) şi, în cele din urmă, perechea unanimă (adică simbolul perpetuării speţei; în majoritatea mitologiilor bărbatul este creat mai întâi, iar apoi îi este dăruită şi o femeie). Materia antropogonică cel mai des întâlnită este lutul, dar sunt şi mitologii în care omul primordial s-a născut dintr-un ou, a fost creat din plante sau este descendent al unei forme inferioare de viaţă, cum ar fi peştii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia africană&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În majoritatea miturilor din Africa oamenii provin din insecte, păsări sau fiare sălbatice. Boşimanii din Kalahari, de exemplu, consideră că zeul Cagn şi-a aruncat în gol sandalele, din acestea luând fiinţă lumea. Oamenii au apărut mai târziu, provenind din şerpi. &lt;br /&gt;Triburile din Ghana şi din bazinul Congo îl venerează pe zeul Nyamye. Despre el se spune că ar fi creat şase perechi de oameni, trei albe şi trei negre. Alt mit spune că în cer locuiau Nyamye şi fratele său, Anangama. Nyamye avea o soţie şi i-a făcut şi fratelui său una, apoi creând şi oamenii şi plantele. Zeii şi oamenii trăiau împreună în cer, dar s-au înmulţit repede. Atunci, Nyamye a creat un disc din pulbere muiată în apă, care va deveni mai târziu pământul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mituri din America de Sud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cele mai importante culturi precolumbiene din America de Sud au fost aztecii şi populaţia maya. Cele două popoare au fiecare câte un zeu suprem, Quetzalcoatl şi Kukulkan, care însă au aceleaşi caracteristici. Se spunea că acest zeu suprem a creat universul şi oamenii. Aztecii credeau că omul a fost creat şi distrus de patru ori. Pentru a crea din nou omul Quetzalcoatl călătoreşte în Mictlan, un fel de Infern, de unde ia de la zeul stăpân în această lume, Mictantecuhtli, oasele necesare pentru a crea omul. În timp ce se chinuia să aşeze oasele ordonat şi să creeze bărbatul şi femeia, Quetzalcoatl a căzut în groapa săpată de slugile zeului infernal, lovindu-se mortal. Zeul învie din morţi şi îi duce oasele zeiţei Cihuacoatl, care le pisează într-un lighean. Quetzalcoatl îşi picură apoi sângele falic peste acest praf, din care se naşte perechea de oameni numită macehual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia amerindienilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triburile amerindiene nu au o mitologie unitară. Un mit despre cosmogonie este întâlnit la algonkini, care trăiesc în regiunea Marilor Lacuri şi îl venerează pe Kitchi Manitu. Despre el se spune că a creat lumea dintr-un bob de nisip procurat de un şoarece de pe fundul mării primordiale sau din carapacea unei broaşte ţestoase. Mai apoi au fost făcuţi oamenii, din arbori. Aceştia au trăit multă vreme imobili, până când un şarpe le-a ros rădăcinile. Atunci a avut loc prima mişcare umană.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia biblică&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SfrP7AuyLhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eOJeKLYfXvU/s1600-h/adam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SfrP7AuyLhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eOJeKLYfXvU/s200/adam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330801721661861394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conform Bibliei, Dumnezeu a fost cel care a creat lumea şi omul. În Biblie apar însă două cosmogonii şi două antropogonii. În cele două variante, ambele prezentate în Geneză, Dumnezeu a creat la început cerurile şi pământul. În prima variantă a antropogoniei Dumnezeu a creat lumea în cinci zile şi omul în cea de-a şasea zi: „Dumnezeu a făcut pe om după chipul Său, l-a făcut după chipul lui Dumnezeu; parte bărbătească şi parte femeiască i-a făcut.” (Geneza, I, 27) În cea de-a doua variantă este explicat din ce material l-a creat Dumnezeu pe Adam şi cum a apărut Eva: „Domul Dumnezeu a făcut pe om din ţărâna pământului, i-a suflat în nări suflare de viaţă, şi omul s-a făcut astfel un suflet viu” (Geneza, II, 7) Urmează: „Atunci Dumnezeu a trimis un somn adânc peste om, şi omul a adormit; Domnul Dumnezeu a luat una din coastele lui şi a închis carnea la locul ei. Din coasta pe care o luase din om, Domnul Dumnezeu a făcut o femeie şi a adus-o la om.” (Geneza, II, 21-22). &lt;br /&gt;Aceasta este antropogonia, aşa cum apare ea în Biblia canonică. Kernbach este însă de părere că Eva nu a fost creată din coasta lui Adam, ci putea fi creată din oricare parte a corpului său, cuvântul coastă fiind o traducere greşită. De asemenea, există o diferenţă între Biblia canonică şi tradiţia talmudică, unde apare iniţial Lilith ca prima soţie a lui Adam. Aceasta a fost izgonită de Eva şi a devenit un demon feminin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia chineză&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În mitologia chineză întâlnim două cosmogonii succesive. Chinezii credeau că, iniţial, a existat un haos primordial. După o tradiţie, ar fi existat un împărat numit Hun-dong, care era lipsit de cele şapte găuri necesare văzului, auzului, respiraţiei şi nutriţiei. El le-ar fi cerut supuşilor săi să îl perforeze, dar a murit în cea de-a şaptea zi, atunci născându-se universul. Universul organizat îl compune însă Pangu, omul cosmic primordial. Tot atunci a existat un potop, pe care îl va opri dragonul Yu, cu ajutor din partea unei perechi de zei. Zeiţa Nu Wa repară împreună cu soţul ei universul distrus de potop şi naşte un număr mare de bucăţi de carne. Ea scapă aceste bucăţi de carne pe pământ, creând astfel omenirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia egipteană&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitologia egipteană prezintă diverse feluri în care ar fi apărut omul pe pământ. Într-una dintre variante, soarele, Ra, se naşte din haosul acvatic primordial, Nun. El se autofecundează şi dă naştere zeilor iniţiali. Oamenii s-ar fi născut din lacrimile lui Ra. Alte mituri spun că Ra s-ar fi născut dintr-o floare de lotus sau dintr-un ou primordial. &lt;br /&gt;Un mit din zona oraşului Memphis spune că lumea a fost creată de Ptah, posesorul tuturor forţelor creatoare latente, prin cuvântul său. În miturile din sudul Egiptului, Hnum ar fi modelat oamenii din lut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia etruscă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etruşcii considerau că universul are o durată de 12 milenii, simbolizând cele 12 semne ale zodiacului. În primul mileniu au fost create cerul şi pământul, în al doilea mileniu firmamentul, în al treilea mileniu marea şi apele curgătoare, în al patrulea mileniu soarele şi luna, în al cincilea mileniu animalele şi în al şaselea mileniu oamenii. Astfel, prima jumătate din durata totală a universului s-a scurs, omul având la dispoziţie cealaltă jumătate. După încheierea celor 12 milenii, universul va fi distrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia finlandeză&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Väinämöinen este zeul care stă în centrul celor două mituri finlandeze legate de antropogonie. Un mit spune că Ilmatar, fecioara aerului, coboară în valurile mării şi, fecundată de vânt, îl concepe pe Väinämöinen. Acesta rămâne în pântecul zeiţei, până când o raţă sălbatică se aşează pe genunchiul zeiţei. Aici raţa cloceşte oul primordial. Din gălbenuş se naşte soarele, din albuş luna, din partea inferioară a găoacei se formează Pământul, din restul stelele. Abia după apariţia universului Väinämöinen iese la lumină şi creează din cuvântul său omenirea. Un alt mit spune că Väinämöinen ar fi, de fapt, fiul lui Kalervo, zeul fulgerului şi al luminii şi unul dintre uriaşii primordiali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia geto-dacă &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre mitologia geto-dacilor nu se cunosc foarte multe. Dacă se ştie câte ceva despre unii zei ai geto/dacilor, concepţia acestora despre naşterea omului a rămas, până acum, necunoscută. Totuşi, Dan Oltean, studiind arhitectura sanctuarelor geto-dace, scrie în cartea sa Religia dacilor: „ (…) putem să presupunem că numeroase linii comune cu mitul creaţiei din orfism”. (Oltean 2002: pag. 54). Lumea s-ar fi născut, astfel, dintr-un ou. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia greacă &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Înainte de apariţia omului, au existat zei şi titani – spune mitologia grecilor. Aceştia credeau că titanul Prometeu este cel care a creat omul. Încă de când era mic, Prometeu îşi întreba tatăl, pe Iapet, pentru cine a fost creată lumea, de ce nu există o fiinţă inteligentă care să stăpânească pe Pământ. Despre antropogonie, Alexandru Mitru scrie în Legendele Olimpului: „Când a ajuns bărbat în toată firea, Prometeu îşi urma mai departe gândul ce-l frământase încă din vremea când era copil; (…)  Gândind timp îndelung, titanul a luat în pumnii săi ţărână. Ţărâna asta a udat-o cu apă proaspătă şi rece, care ţâşnea dintr-un izvor. A făurit, muncind cu grijă şi cu migală, un corp de om, corp de bărbat, ce semăna leit cu zeii.” (Mitru 1973: pag. 78). Înduplecată de Prometeu, Atena este cea care le dă oamenilor inteligenţa. &lt;br /&gt;Femeia a fost creată – conform mitologiei greceşti – abia mai târziu. Prometeu fură din Olimp focul, pe care îl duce oamenilor. Supărat, Zeus îi porunceşte lui Hefaistos să îi făurească o femeie muritoare, dar cu chip de zeiţă. Femeia creată de Hefaistos s-a numit Pandora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia hindusă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SfrQ9FbeYSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7HhOyluxk6o/s1600-h/Shiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SfrQ9FbeYSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7HhOyluxk6o/s200/Shiva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330802856794415394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conform miturilor vedice, dintr-un ou (sau lotus) primordial s-a născut Brahma, zeul suprem. El formează, împreună cu Vishnu (păstrătorul lumii) şi Shiva (distrugătorul), treimea hindusă (Trimurti). Din oul primordial din care a ieşit, Brahma a făcut lumea: găoacea de sus este cerul, cea de jos este pământul. Crăpătura dintre ele este orizontul, locul unde oamenii se pot întâlni cu Brahma. &lt;br /&gt;După o altă variantă a cosmogoniei, văzută din perspectiva hindusă, Vishnu ar fi fost cel care dormea pe cobra Ananta, simbolizând absenţa timpului, şi din buricul lui a apărut apoi Brahma. Din Brahma s-au născut mai târziu oamenii, ei fiind împărţiţi în caste, în funcţie de partea corpului lui Brahma din care s-au născut: din gura lui s-au născut brahmanii, preoţii, din capul său brahmanii cu rnagul cel mai înalt. Din mâna dreaptă a lui Brahma s-au întrupat războinicii (Shatriya) şi din mâna stângă soţiile războinicilor. Coapsele lui Brahma au dat naştere castei Vaissya, adică agricultorilor şi negustorilor. Din partea de jos a picioarelor au ieşit muncitorii, Sudras. Hinduşii consideră că Brahma a intrat în repaos după crearea oamenilor, doar Vishnu şi Shiva fiind încă activi. De aceea există mai puţine temple hinduse dedicate lui Brahma, majoritatea fiind închinate celorlalţi doi zei importanţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia iraniană&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conform mitologiei iraniene, la început a existat timpul primordial, Zurvan. Acesta produce din sine însuşi dualitatea bine-rău: zeii Ahura-Mazda şi Angra-Mainyu. Ahura-Mazda este cel care va crea omul şi toate celălalte fiinţe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia japoneză&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japonezii credeau că, la început, a existat doar haos, care semăna cu o pată de ulei sau cu un ou. Din acest haos ţâşneşte primul spirit anonim (kami), care dă naştere la şapte generaţii de zei nedefiniţi. În a opta generaţie apare perechea Izanagi-Izanami. Cei doi agită marea primordială, creând insula Onogoro. Se stabilesc pe insulă, unde Izanami naşte numeroşi zei, insulele nipone şi oamenii. Când rămâne însărcinată cu zeul focului, Izanami se îmbolnăveşte. Din vărsăturile zeiţei se formează munţii, din fecalele ei apare argila şi urina se transformă în ape curgătoare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mituri din Mesopotamia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesopotamienii considerau că primii zei s-au născut din marea primordială, Nammu. Este vorba despre perechea An şi Ki, cerul şi pământul. Cei doi trăiesc împreunaţi până când fiul lor, Enlil, îi desparte. El o fecundează pe Ki, mama sa, ea născând şi alţi zei. &lt;br /&gt;În ceea ce priveşte apariţia omului, mesopotamienii aveau două variante: un mit spune că Enlil a creat omul, altul povesteşte că omul s-ar fi născut şi el din marea Numma. În Sumerul arhaic se credea că Enlil a locuit împreună cu soţia sa, Ninlil, în oraşul Nippur. După naşterea fiului lor, Sin, viitorul zeu al lunii, cei doi sunt alungaţi din oraş pentru imoralitate. Atunci Enlil a creat omul, modelându-l din argilă după asemănarea sa. &lt;br /&gt;Cel de-al doilea mit spune că, după ce din marea Nammu s-au născut cerul şi pământul, tot din ea s-a format un munte uriaş din argilă, cu vârful din plumb. În Sumerul de Sud se credea că Nammu, văzând că zeii s-au înmulţit şi nu este nimeni care să le slujească, i-a cerut fiului ei, Enki, să găsească o rezolvare a acestei probleme. Zeul face din argilă şapte zeiţe-mame, care mai apoi, ajutate de Numma, dau naşterea oamenilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mituri din Oceania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Populaţia maori credea că primii zei s-au născut din haosul primordial. A treia generaţie de zei erau şapte fraţi, printre care şi Tu şi Tane. Despre Tu se credea că ar fi creat bărbatul, pe Tiki. Femeia, Hine-Ahu, a fost creată de zeul Tane din argilă roşie. Zeul i-a suflat femeii aer în nări, aceasta a strănutat şi s-a trezit astfel la viaţă. Hine-Ahu a fost, iniţial, iubita lui Tane, el i-a dăruit-o însă, mai târziu, bărbatului creat de Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Zeul principal din mitologia de pe Insulele Paştelui se numeşte Makemake. Despre el se crede că a creat primii oameni din ţărână, suflând apoi viaţă peste ei. Primul bărbat s-a numit He-repa şi prima femeie Uka. &lt;br /&gt;Triburile melinesiene văd în Qat zeul primordial şi creatorul universului. Acesta ste ajutat la munca sa de păianjenul Marawa. Melinesienii consideră că zeul Qat a făcut femeia dintr-o ramură de salcie sau de liliac şi pe bărbat dintr-un alt lemn. După ce a sculptat cei doi oameni, Qat a început să cânte şi să bată toba în jurul lor, dându-le astfel viaţă. Când a considerat că oamenii s-au mişcat destul, Qat i-a îngropat, arătându-le ce este moartea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia romană&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitologia romanilor avea la bază, în mare parte, mitologia greacă, cu unele influenţe ale altor popoare din Antichitate. Romanii aveau un zeu despre care se spunea că ar fi creat universul: Ianus, zeu născut din haosul primordial  Mai târziu a apărut, însă, în mitologia latină un zeu suprem asemănător lui Zeus, Jupiter, care era considerat creatorul universului şi al omului. Jupiter era fiul lui Saturn (Cronos la greci) şi al Rheei (Ops), doi titani, fii ai Cerului (Uranos) şi ai Pământului (Gaea). Aceştia se născuseră, la rândul lor, din haos. &lt;br /&gt;În volumul The Golden Age of Myth and Fable al lui Thomas Bulfinch aflăm şi despre o altă variantă de cosmogonie (Bulfinch  1993: pag. 5), prezentă şi ea în mitologia latină. Astfel, la început ar fi fost Gaea (pământul) şi Erebos (întunericul). Dintr-un ou ar fi ieşit apoi zeul iubirii, Amor. Gaea, Erebos şi Amor sunt considerate, în această variantă, zeităţile care au creat viaţa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia românească&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitologia din spaţiul carpato-danubiano-pontic a fost puternic influenţată de creştinism şi de popoarele care au migrat în această zonă de-a lungul istoriei. Episodul creării omului a fost preluat din mitologia biblică, există însă, şi unele mituri autohtone despre naşterea omului. Unul dintre aceste mituri spune că la început nu exista nimic, în afară de un munte purtat de vânturi. Din vârful muntelui ieşea foc, iar din foc s-a ăscut o femeie neînsufleţită, al cărei corp ajunge la Vântul-cel-mai-de-sus, care îi dă viaţă. Femeia coboară pe munte, unde găseşte două bucăţi de fier pe care le înghite. Astfel, ea rămâne însărcinată şi naşte doi băieţi: unul şchiop şi deştept şi altul teafăr, dar prost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitologia scandinavă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conform Eddelor, două culegeri de mituri scandinave, la început au existat două teritorii: Niflheim (Lumea cu ceaţă) şi Muspellsheim (Lumea de foc). Între ele se afla o prăpastie imensă şi pustie, Ginnunga Gap. În Lumea cu ceaţă curgea o fântână, din care izvorau doisprezece râuri. Când râurile au ajuns departe de izvor, au îngheţat, astupând prăpastia. Dinspre Lumea de foc adia un vânt cald, care a topit gheaţa, din aburi născându-se Ymir, un gigant din gheaţă, şi vaca Audhumbla. Vaca îl hrăneşte pe Ymir şi linge bolovanii de sare existenţi în lumea aceea. Într-o zi, din aceşti bolovani apare un fir de păr. A doua zi, iese la iveală un cap, iar în a treia zi restul corpului. Astfel apare o fiinţă primordială, despre care nu se ştie exact dacă era om sau zeu. Cert este că bărbatul primordial, Borr, are, împreună cu o femeie din rasa giganţilor, Bestla, trei copii, printre care şi Odhinn, zeul suprem scandinav, cunoscut şi ca Wotan, la germani. Odhinn şi fraţii săi, Vili şi Ve, îl ucid pe gigantul Ymir. Din corpul său fac lumea, din sângele lui – mările, munţi din oasele sale, copaci din păr, cerul din craniul său şi nori din creierul lui. Cu sprâncenele lui Ymir zeii vor delimita zona destinată oamenilor, Midheim. O altă variantă a mitului spune că bărbatul şi femeia primordială s-ar fi născut din sudoarea lui Ymir, în timp ce acesta dormea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bibliografie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kernbach, Victor: Dicţionar de mitologie generală, Editura Albatros, Bucureşti, 1983&lt;br /&gt;Biblia&lt;br /&gt;Oltean, Dan: Religia dacilor, Editura Saeculum, Bucureşti, 2002&lt;br /&gt;Mitru, Alexandru: Legendele Olimpului, vol. I, Editura , Bucureşti, 1973&lt;br /&gt;Bulfinch, Thomas: The Golden Age of Myth and Fable, Editura Wordsworth, Hertfordshire, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictura cu Adam si Eva: Lucas Cranach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8059888830038741009?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8059888830038741009/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-la-adam-la-ymir.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8059888830038741009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8059888830038741009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-la-adam-la-ymir.html' title='De la Adam la Ymir'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K7t0UPbTd5M/SfrP7AuyLhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eOJeKLYfXvU/s72-c/adam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4205972025022465112</id><published>2009-04-11T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:53:46.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Fly away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SeERXaR1u9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/p5Z5-KLlRg4/s1600-h/dragon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SeERXaR1u9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/p5Z5-KLlRg4/s400/dragon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323555328417446866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E atat de greu cand iti dai seama ca s-a terminat. Cand incerci sa te rupi de tot ce a fost. Nu ca sa uiti, pentru ca nu asta vrei. Ci doar sa nu mai simti durerea. &lt;br /&gt;Uneori trece, poate cand vine altcineva. &lt;br /&gt;Dar exista intotdeauna o persoana care te marcheaza atat de puternic incat te va durea toata viata. Oricat de fericit vei fi, persoana aia va fi mereu undeva, adanc in tine. Pentru ca tu esti ceea ce esti datorita acelei persoane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat cand vorbesti cu persoana aia prima data dupa mult timp. Cand sunteti doar amici. Si cand - dintr-o data - intimitatea care era inainte dispare. Nu ii mai scoti limba in gluma, nu ii mai spui "monstrulet" sau in alte feluri cand te necajeste. Doar intrebari seci: "Cum iti merge?", "Ce mai face mama?" si chestii de genul. Nu ii mai spui "te pup" la finalul discutiei, pentru ca nu stii daca nu pare deplasat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speri ca va veti vedea din nou, candva. Si in acelasi timp ti-e frica: daca va fi altfel? Dar daca va fi la fel? &lt;br /&gt;Daca vei simti din nou mii de fluturi in stomac, daca vei dori sa il saruti asa cum faceai intotdeauna?&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca veti sta ca doi straini? Evantual va dati mana, ca asa se poarta acum... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E atat de greu sa recunosti ca ii va fi mai bine fara tine. Sa recunosti ca tie iti e mai bine fara el. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonul meu a invatat sa zboare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4205972025022465112?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4205972025022465112/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4205972025022465112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4205972025022465112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-away.html' title='Fly away'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SeERXaR1u9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/p5Z5-KLlRg4/s72-c/dragon.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6304528534687762979</id><published>2009-01-13T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:47:06.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><title type='text'>Un roman fara nume (inca)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Epilog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ce mamă ar face aşa ceva? Nu, Sam, pur şi simplu nu înţeleg...&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Langus era o femeie plinuţă, de aproximativ un metru şi jumătate. Părul creţ, castaniu îi încadra faţa cu obraji roşi şi dolofani. Câteva riduri o făceau să arate mai bătrână de 25 de ani, câţi avea. Doar ochii verzi şi jucăuşi păreau ai unui copil.&lt;br /&gt;La fel de verzi erau şi ochii fetiţei pe care o ţinea în braţe. Stătea liniştită la pieptul Fionei şi îi zămbea, dar faţa îi era încă roşie de cât plânsese.&lt;br /&gt;- Uită-te la ea, Sam! Vezi cât e de dulce şi de cuminte? Şi chiar dacă ar fi fost urâtă: cine lasă un copil pe plajă, aşa, pur şi simplu?&lt;br /&gt;Sam se apropie şi se uită atent la copil.&lt;br /&gt;- Fiona, nu cred că a lăsat-o cineva dintre ai noştri aici. Uită-te mai bine la ea! Nu este o korg`yan. &lt;br /&gt;Bărbatul avea dreptate. Korg`yanii aveau toţi părul roşcat, în timp ce fetiţa pe care o ţinea Fiona în braţe îl avea negru. În plus, nu avea pistrui. Korg`yanii aveau pistrui.&lt;br /&gt;- Da, cred că ai dreptate, spuse Fiona. Dar atunci cine e? Şi cum o fi ajuns aici?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu cred să fie copil de elf. Vezi? Nu are urechile aşa cum le au ei. După cum arată, s-ar putea să facă parte din poporul magicienilor. Dar ei trăiesc prea departe. Nu ştiu cum a ajuns aici. Sam se uită încruntat în jur. Nu văd nici o plută. Sau altceva cu ce ar fi putut să treacă marea. Şi e o minune că a ajuns până aici, fără să îi facă nimic marihumii.&lt;br /&gt;Marihumii erau creaturile care trăiau în mare. De la bunici, Sam aflase că marihumii erau amifibieni, care trăiseră cândva pe uscat. Dar fuseseră obligaţi să se retragă în mare, după ce trollii le decimaseră populaţia în timpul unui război. Între timp, corpul lor se adaptase la viaţa în mare: mai aveau picioare şi mâini, dar între degete le crescuse o membrană. Nu mai aveau deloc păr, iar pielea le devenise alunecoasă. În vremurile îndepărtate, korg`yanii făceau comerţ pe mare şi erau în relaţii bune cu magicienii. De când trăiau marihumii acolo, însă, nu se mai aventura nimeni pe mare, pentru că toate corăbiile erau atacate şi nici un echipaj nu se mai întorsese acasă.&lt;br /&gt;- Ce facem cu ea, Sam? &lt;br /&gt;- Nu ştiu...&lt;br /&gt;- Nu o putem lăsa aici. Dacă rămâne singură, va muri, cu siguranţă.&lt;br /&gt;- Dar ce altceva ai vrea să facem cu ea? Să o ducem în sat? Nu cred că vrea nimeni un copil de magician în sat. Vom avea numai probleme.&lt;br /&gt;- S-ar putea, Sam. Dar nu o putem lăsa aici. Gândeşte-te la Max. Dacă ar fi singur undeva, departe, nu te-ai bucura să ştii că cineva are grijă de el?&lt;br /&gt;Max era băieţelul familiei Langus. Fetiţa găsită pe plajă părea să fie de aceeaşi vârstă cu el.&lt;br /&gt;- Ba da, dar... &lt;br /&gt;- Te rog, Sam. În curând se întunecă. Nu o putem lăsa aici.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ştiu ce să zic. Sam se mai uită o dată la fetiţă. Aceasta îi zâmbi şi întinse o mânuţă înspre el.&lt;br /&gt;- Bine, bine. O luăm cu noi în sat. Dar mergem direct la Argis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satul se afla la câteva minute depărtare de plajă. Se numea Itares şi aveam în jur de 800 de locuitori. Părea un loc magic la ora aceea, în lumina soarelui ce apunea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;(va continua)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6304528534687762979?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6304528534687762979/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-roman-fara-nume-inca.html#comment-form' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6304528534687762979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6304528534687762979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-roman-fara-nume-inca.html' title='Un roman fara nume (inca)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7647867601278576502</id><published>2009-01-13T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:30:12.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Revin</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de un secol pe blog. De fapt, acesta e primul meu post (real) pe blogul acesta: celalalte texte le-am mutat de pe vechiul blog, de pe yahoo360°.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce m-am apucat iar sa scriu?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu... &lt;br /&gt;Nu din lipsa de alte ocupatii, ci pur si simplu pentru ca am chef. Mi-a deschis apetitul fratele meu, Dacian, care are un blog super. Nu stiam ca e asa profund... (adica stiam cumva... dar nu il stiam atat de profund... in public, sa zicem). Oricum, cititi-i blogul, merita! (Gasiti link-ul mai jos, pe pagina mea.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7647867601278576502?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7647867601278576502/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/revin.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7647867601278576502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7647867601278576502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/revin.html' title='Revin'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-18359374886368768</id><published>2008-07-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:12:08.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Nici...</title><content type='html'>Niciodata urina de pe asfaltul fierbinte al Bucurestiului nu a mirosit mai grozav decat atunci cand am ajuns eu la Gara de Nord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu am mai mers cu un tren in care aerul conditionat mi-a batut in ceafa si in rinichi timp de 10 ore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu mi s-a intamplat ca baba care sta langa mine in tren sa isi dea jos pantofii si sa isi intinda picioarele pe scaunul din fata. Interesant e ca si-a pus sub picioare un ziar, probabil ca sa nu ia microbii lasati acolo de alte picioare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu am mai vazut un taximetrist care are propriul lui sclav: un baiat care sa plateasca pentru parcare, fiindca taximetristului respectiv ii e lene sa coboare geamul de la portiera, sa intinda mana, sa-i dea banii omului care sta in scatula aia de acolo si sa astepta sa se ridice bariera de la iesirea din parcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu mi s-a intamplat sa cer la McDonald's inghetata cu crema de ciocolata, vanzatoarea sa-mi puna crema de caramel si apoi sa-mi spuna ca dureaza prea mult daca vreau neaparat sa imi serveasca alta inghetata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciunde nu e ca acasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-18359374886368768?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/18359374886368768/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/07/nici.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/18359374886368768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/18359374886368768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/07/nici.html' title='Nici...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1805202767220488703</id><published>2008-05-31T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:10:43.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>This is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWznH3s9oYI/AAAAAAAAALU/6p27pK7K6n0/s1600-h/astro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWznH3s9oYI/AAAAAAAAALU/6p27pK7K6n0/s320/astro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857784651129218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rac (luna) cu ascendent in sagetator (Jupiter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium Coeli (mijlocul cerului): balanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascendent in sagetator: Sunteti extrovertit, independent, optimist, fara liniste si fara griji. In cautarea unei vieti cu multa diversitate, veti calatori cat mai mult posibil si va puteti entuziasma pentru o idee. Spiritual, entuziasmat si vorbaret, sunteti un om cu mult noroc si o personalitate lipsita de griji. Veti intalni multe sanse in drumul dvs. - si stiti instinctiv de care trebuie sa profitati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium coeli in balanta: Doriti o cariera placuta si rationala, care va permite sa va dedicati in egala masura vietii profesionale si celei private. Ideala ar fi o cariera in domeniul artistic, cultural. Atrageti cu usurinta alte persoane, care va pot ajuta sa va realizati visurile. Mijlocul cerului dvs. e dominat de Venus. Imum Coeli (opusul lui MC) se afla in berbec, astfel incat va exprimati individualitatea cel mai mult acasa - dar puteti fi si rebel si nerebdator cu membrii familiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soarele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa in care se afla soarele arata domeniile in care va veti impune cel mai mult dorinta, in care va veti atinge telurile si va puteti exprima cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soarele in casa a saptea (a casatoriei si a altor relatii): Casnicia si celalalte relatii sunt importante pentru ceea ce sunteti, desi pendulati intre frica de izolare si frica de a va lega. O problema in relatii ar putea fi repartizarea de drepturi egale partenerilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semnul in care se afla luna la nastera dvs. stabileste cum reactionati emotional. Arata, de asemenea, ce fel de relatie ati avut cu mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna in sagetator: Sunteti filosofic, deschis, vesel si darnic. Aveti intentii bune si sunteti idealist, dar va asumati si riscuri, fiind si o persoana independenta. Faceti orice pentru a va pastra independenta. Chiar si ca bebelus ati emanat siguranta de sine. Probabil si mama dvs. v-a incurajat in acest sens. Va simtiti mai bine cand e vorba despre fapte, nu despre sentimente. Daca dati de greutati, cautati explicatii si priviti totul rational. Uneori ii puteti rani, fara voie, pe ceilalti. Dar sunteti o persoana optimista si cautati mereu o noua aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa in care e pozitionata luna arata domeniul in care actionati instinctiv. Starea dvs. emotionala depinde de temele casei respective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna in casa a 12-a (a secretelor): Nu este usor sa afle cineva secretul dvs. Aveti mereu toane, sunteti sensibil si va simtiti atras de partea misterioasa a vietii. Va place sa va retrageti. Preferati sa va ascundeti sentimentele. Probabil veti avea contact cu institutii precum spitale sau inchisori. Relatiile secrete va pot da o satisfactie emotionala pe care nu o capatati in alt fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercur: simbolul comunicarii, al scrisului, al vorbitului, al stiintei, intelectului, ratiunii, al invatarii si al umorului. Asezarea lui in harta astrologica arata cum ganditi, repeziciunea cu care va insusiti cunostinte si prelucrati informatiile, stilul de exprimare si abilitatea de a povesti, de a tine discursuri si de a folosi cuvintele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercur in gemeni: Sunteti inteligent, dornic si capabil de a invata, plin de umor, fara griji si va puteti exprima incredibil de bine. Rapiditatea mintii dvs. si intelectul dvs. sunt iesite din comun. Mintea dvs. e mereu pe faza si vorbiti foarte repede. Dar sunteti si ca un stegulet in bataia vantului. Fara a va adapta usor, puteti totusi sa explicati totul rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asezarea lui Mercur intr-o anumita casa arata ce va preocupa cel mai mult, ceea la ce va ganditi cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercur in casa a sasea (a muncii si sanatatii): Cu capacitatile si eficienta dvs., aveti tendinta de a va afunda in munca si de a prelucra detaliile cu usurinta, sau chiar sa fiti obsedat de ele. Daca nu aveti nimic important de facut, va gasiti ceva de lucru - este, deci, foarte important sa va gasiti o meserie care sa va satisfaca si sa aduca mereu ceva nou. Ca persoana tematoare, va faceti griji fara rost si puteti deveni ipohondru. Pentru a evita acest lucru, ar trebui sa faceti pasi pozitivi in vederea mentinerii sanatatii dvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrologii asociaza Venus cu iubirea, flirtul, cucerirea, frumusetea, arta, luxul, armonia si placerea. Venus descrie calitatea relatiilor dvs. cu ceilalti, modul in care va exprimati sentimentele, impulsurile artistice si, destul de ciudat, modul de a cheltui banii. Pentru ca Venus domina puterea de a atrage, in sens sexual sau alte sensuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus in gemeni: Planeta iubirii, aflata in zodia spiritului instabil, duce la schimburi de cuvinte inspirate, la multe ore de discutii placute, la cautari prin biblioteci, la flirturi, la o atractie de nestapanit fata de persoanele inteligente si rapide. Sunteti mai mult decat capabil sa pastrati vie o relatie de iubire doar prin fax. Dar, daca nu exista factorii care sa diminueze aceasta influenta, sentimentele dvs. se vor schimba destul de usor si va va fi greu sa faceti diferenta intre dragoastea adevarata si o minunata aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa in care se afla Venus arata care sunt domeniile care va vor aduce multa bucurie si care va vor potentia capacitatea de a iubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus in casa a cincea (a romantismului, copiilor, creativitatii): Atrageti iubirea, reactionati profund fata de arta si va comportati minunat cu copiii. E o placere ca cineva sa va aiba aproape, reactionati pozitiv fata de alte persoane si va bucurati de viata. Nu veti duce niciodata lipsa de povesti de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marte este asociat cu violenta, accidente si rani. Dar Marte este si planeta actiunii, a energiei si a dorintei. Ea aduce ambitie, rezistenta, pasiune, putere fizica si curajul de a va urmari telurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marte in balanta: In cele mai bune momente, sunteti prietenos, flirtati cu placere, sunteti sarmant, stilat si extrem de senzual. Apreciati intalnirile sociale si sunteti dispus sa faceti compromisuri, atat in sens romantic cat si in alte situati sociale. Dar in cariera, la fel ca si in viata privata, va simtiti pierdut daca nu aveti un partener. In plus, aveti tendinta de a va ascunde nesiguranta, aparandu-va afirmatiile gresit formulate mai mult cu pasiune decat cu logica - desi sunteti foarte mandru de spiritul dvs. rational. Uneori cei din jur trebuie sa va dea dreptate doar pentru a putea incheia o discutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asezarea lui Marte intr-o anumita casa arata in ce domenii ale vietii veti actiona impulsiv, veti risca si veti face numai ceea ce doriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marte in casa a noua (a invatamantului la nivel inalt, a calatoriilor, a religiei si filosofiei): Sunteti un individualist pasional si un ganditor independent, cu idei puternic ancorate, teluri inalte si dorinta de a cuceri lumea. Ideile va motiveaza si va simtiti ca acasa atunci cand activati in domeniul dreptului, al religiei sau al educatiei. Dar puteti aluneca spre fanatism si trebuie sa evitati sa deveniti intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrologii asociaza cu Jupiter posibilitatile, expansiunea, cresterea, bogatia, invatatul, succesul, optimismul si veselia. Orice este atins de Jupiter creste - dar, ca fiecare planeta, va poate influenta pozitiv sau negativ. Daca e pozitionat bine, poate aduce noroc si capabilitatea de a profita de orice sansa. Daca sta intr-o pozitie nefavorabila fata de alte planete (cuadratura, opozitie), poate duce la lene si excese de orice fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter in scorpion (e si planeta ascendentului): Sunteti foarte pasional, o intensitate magnetica, pe care celalalte persoane o simt, si o natura puternic sexuala. Desi puteti fi retras, aveti mare interes de a afla totul. Intotdeauna observati si adunati infromatii. Sunteti ambitios si uneori agresiv, cu o mandrie si o dorinta puternice, care va vor ajuta sa va indepliniti visurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter in balanta: Sunteti o persoana simpatica, iubita si corecta. Datorita sarmului dvs. colaborati bine cu alte persoane si va simtiti atras de arte. Dar probabil va veti confrunta cu vesnica problema a balantei in ceea ce priveste luarea unei decizii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pozitionarea lui Jupiter intr-o anumita casa arata domeniile care va aduc mari satisfactii, domeniile de care profitati cel mai usor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter in casa a zecea (a carierei, statutului, a relatiei cu parintele de sex opus): Cu putina bataie de cap, veti reusi sa obtineti recunoasterea pe care vi-o doriti. Aveti din nastere calitati de conducator. Alte persoane doresc sa va ajute si veti fi foarte fericit in lumina reflectoarelor. Aceasta pozitionare atrage dupa sine succes, celebritate, faima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In astrologie, Saturn reprezinta disciplina, limitele, responsabilitatea, datoria, frica. Saturn ne testeaza si ne obliga sa privim realitatea. Totusi, Saturn nu are doar parti negative. El ne ajuta, de exemplu, sa stabilim o ordine, sa ne invingem temerile. Daca ne obliga sa trecem prin depresii, saracie sau alte probleme, ne obliga si sa gasim solutii, sa ne stabilim niste teluri, sa muncim mai mult decat credeam ca putem munci, sa ne organizam. Saturn este planeta telurilor atinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn in balanta: Aceasta pozitionare favorabila face sa fiti o persoana rationala, pe care oricine se poate baza, diplomatica si serioasa, mai ales in privinta relatiilor. Va este frica de singuratate, ceea ce va face si mai constincios, atunci cand intrati intr-o relatie. Analizati foarte rational relatiile dvs. - dar se poate intampla sa nu va placa ceea ce vedeti. Din fericire, sunteti o persoana fidela si monogama, intotdeauna dispusa sa negocieze. Desi poate credeti ca doriti o relatie pasionala, sunteti mult mai fericit daca faceti o alegere potrivita. Aveti tendinta de a va casatori cu o persoana mai in varsta si probabil va veti casatori tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asezarea lui Saturn intr-o anumita casa arata domeniile in care trebuie sa stabiliti o ordine si anumite limite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn in casa a noua (a invatamantului la nivel inalt, a calatoriilor, a religiei si filosofiei): Sunteti un om serios si foarte inteligent. Va simtiti atras de ideile mari - religie sau filisofie, de exemplu - si cercetarile dvs. in aceste domenii va fac un profesor, scriitor sau editor minunat. Veti avea, de asemenea, succes in calatorii sau in domeniul juridic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uranus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uranus socheaza. El aduce schimbari neasteptate, rebeliune si originalitate. Este planeta excentricitatii, a geniului, a dorintei de a inventa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uranus in sagetator: Sunteti optimist, independent si plin de viata, cu mari sperante. Nu suportati pesimistii, care cred ca visurile dvs. nu pot fi realizate. Doriti sa vedeti lumea, dar fara a calca pe urmele altcuiva. Doriti sa ajungeti la iluminare spirituala, dar va opuneti religiilor traditionale. Va plac calatoriile si educatia. Puterea schimbarii va face sa va simtiti eliberat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asezarea lui Uranus intr-o anumita casa arata in ce domenii puteti avea parte de evenimente neasteptate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uranus in casa a unsprezecea (a prieteniei si a dorintelor): Sunteti o persoana toleranta, cu aspiratii neasteptate si cu multi prieteni foarte inteligenti, dar instabili, care v-ar putea ajuta sa va indepliniti visurile. Multe persoane vor intra pe nepusa masa in viata dvs., dar veti pierde la fel de repede contactul cu ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptun este planeta intuitiei, a puterilor supranaturale, a fanteziei si a oricarui lucru care curge. Domina dansul, muzica, poezia. Aduce compasiune, rupe bariere si sensibilizeaza tot ce atinge. Are insa si o parte negativa, fiind planeta iluziei, a debusolarii, a inselarii, a alcoolismului si a abuzului de droguri. Daca se afla intr-o pozitie favorabila, aduce cu sine talent artistic, inclinatii spirituale si puteri supranaturale. Daca se afla in relatii tensionate cu alte planete, poate duce la dependenta, ipohondrie, dorinta de a evada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptun in sagetator: In mintea dvs. se invart intrebari despre filosofie, credinta, valori religioase: va vine foarte usor sa discutati despre aceste lucruri, dar va este greu sa le rezolvati. Aveti o mare necesitate de a fi liber. Calatoriile (mai ales catre locuri sfinte) va aduc implinire. Dar trebuie sa fiti atent la problemele juridice, pentru ca aveti tendinta de a crede prea repede orice si de a va lasa indus in eroare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa in care se afla Neptun arata domeniile in care puteti apela mereu la intuitia dvs. - dar si acelea in care puteti fi inselat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptun in casa a 12-a (a secretelor): Sunteti o persoana plina de compasiune si probabil cu puteri supranaturale. Primiti mereu "stiri" din subconstientul dvs. Va fascineaza tot ce este metafizic, misterul, visurile si secretele si sunteti mereu atent la problemele persoanelor oropsite. Ideile dvs. creative vor fi cel mai bine puse in practica in viata privata si aveti nevoie de singuratate pentru a fi impacat cu sine insusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru astrologi, Pluto reprezinta moartea, reinnoirea si renasterea. El distruge, curata, innoieste. Aduce la lumina ceea ce este ascuns, face puternic ceea ce e slab si aduce, in cele din urma, transformare. Pluto poate provoca in drumul sau sentimente de vinovatie, obsesii, frica. Dar ceea ce obtineti va va modifica viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto in balanta: Sunteti obsedat de armonie, frumusete si de relatiile sociale. Extrageti multa putere din relatiile profunde, dar doriti sa va casatoriti cu un partener pe masura. Artele au o mare influenta asupra dvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casa in care se afla Pluto arata domeniile in care vor avea loc transformari profunde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto in casa a noua (a invatamantului la nivel inalt, a calatoriilor, a religiei si filosofiei): Filosofia si religia va atrag si va fac mai puternic. Daca va afundati in studiu sau daca analizati persoane din alta cultura decat a dvs., va aprofundati felul in care percepeti viata. Daca decideti ca doriti sa detineti puterea, veti fi un adevarat jucator. Aceasta asezare a planetei duce deseori spre succes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nodul lunar de nord in casa a saptea: Aveti avantaje daca intrati intr-o relatie si daca sunteti un partener egal. Munca in echipa va ajuta sa avansati. Concentrarea asupra unor probleme personale va face sa stagnati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatii intre planete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuadratura soare - Marte: Sunteti plin de viata, dar va este greu sa va controlati energia si temperamentul. Aveti tendinta de a exagera si de a actiona impulsiv, puteti deveni un workaholic. Este probabil sa va certati des sau sa aveti accidente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuadratura soare - Saturn: Deceptii sau frustrari in copilarie v-au creat o imagine gresita despre dvs. Problemele dvs. sunt de cele mai multe ori interioare si personale. Aveti insa puterea de a trece peste depresii si frustrari, prin disciplina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opozitie luna - Mercur: Reactionati rapid, dar sunteti deseori temator. Aveti o minte deosebita si de aceea simtiti deseori ca nimeni nu va intelege. Sunteti sensibil atunci cand sunteti criticat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opozitie luna - Venus: Relatiile va aduc greutati, conflicte, frustrari. Va veti retrage sau veti cere mai mult de la partener, eventual deveniti posesiv. Oricum, aveti sentimentul ca trebuie sa va chinuiti mai mult decat altii pentru a obtine ceea ce doriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sextil luna - Marte: Sunteti curajos, plin de energie, mereu pregatit sa ajutati, direct si pregatit sa va asumati riscuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sextil luna - Saturn: Sunteti disciplinat si sensibil si va chinuiti mult pentru a va controla sentimentele - lucru care de obicei va reuseste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigon Mercur - Marte: Sunteti direct si ganditi mult, invatati repede si luati decizi clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigon Mercur - Jupiter: Ganditi mult si sunteti optimist. Verdictele dvs. sunt corecte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigon Mercur - Saturn: Sunteti bine organizat, retras si inteligent. Stiti foarte bine ce trebuie sa faceti pentru a va concentra si a prelucra cat mai bine informatiile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opozitie Mercur - Neptun: Fantezia si realitatea se lupta in mintea dvs. si nu se stie niciodata cine castiga. Puteti fi prost organizat, neatent si uituc, avand tendinta distructiva de a vedea numai ceea ce doriti dvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigon Mercur - Pluto: Sunteti un ganditor creativ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigon Venus - Marte: Sunteti o persoana atractiva, prietenoasa si dragastoasa si aveti toate sansele sa fiti implinit in ceea ce proveste iubirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trigon Venus - Saturn: Atat din punct de vedere sentimental, cat si financiar puneti un accent mare pe siguranta. Sunteti responsabil si loial, cautati o relatie solida si de durata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opozitie Venus - Uranus: Cautati tensiunea lucrurilor interzise. Va indragostiti brusc si s-ar putea sa va casatoriti cu o persoana la care cei din jur nu se asteptau, poate de alta rasa sau nationalitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjunctie Marte - Saturn: Sunteti disciplinat, rezistent si curajos. In varianta negativa, puteti fi timid, retras si cu tendinte de autodistrugere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sextil Jupiter - Neptun: Sunteti simpatic, creativ si fericit, cu un interes innascut fata de lucrurile spirituale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sextil Neptun - Pluto: Sunteti o persoana spirituala. E posibil sa aveti capacitati supranaturale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1805202767220488703?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1805202767220488703/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1805202767220488703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1805202767220488703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-me.html' title='This is me'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWznH3s9oYI/AAAAAAAAALU/6p27pK7K6n0/s72-c/astro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5365054362970750421</id><published>2008-05-08T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:09:29.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Broken wing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzmsop3V5I/AAAAAAAAALM/AXN5EuAHvzY/s1600-h/aripi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzmsop3V5I/AAAAAAAAALM/AXN5EuAHvzY/s320/aripi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857316755134354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doua lucruri nu voi putea niciodata sa le fac singura:&lt;br /&gt;- sa ma uit cu dragoste in ochii mei si sa ma sarut tandru&lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;- sa ma imbratisez, atunci cand sunt trista si am nevoie de sprijin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken wing can make you fly in a whole new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Darryl Taylor - Broken Wing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5365054362970750421?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5365054362970750421/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-wing.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5365054362970750421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5365054362970750421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-wing.html' title='Broken wing'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzmsop3V5I/AAAAAAAAALM/AXN5EuAHvzY/s72-c/aripi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-3541155176789053381</id><published>2008-04-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:08:01.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Ziua in care totul dispare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzmeJ4pdTI/AAAAAAAAALE/mnGwt8jZ-sk/s1600-h/dispare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzmeJ4pdTI/AAAAAAAAALE/mnGwt8jZ-sk/s320/dispare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290857067977471282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca voi numi data de 21 aprilie "Ziua in care totul dispare", ziua in care toti isi doresc sa fie liberi. Ziua in care numai eu raman prizoniera in lumea mea mica, frumoasa candva - dar distrusa in fiecare 21 aprilie. Ziua in care ordinea din haosul meu este data peste cap si nu mai inteleg nimic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Privind spre libertate - dorinake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-3541155176789053381?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/3541155176789053381/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/04/ziua-in-care-totul-dispare.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3541155176789053381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3541155176789053381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/04/ziua-in-care-totul-dispare.html' title='Ziua in care totul dispare'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzmeJ4pdTI/AAAAAAAAALE/mnGwt8jZ-sk/s72-c/dispare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6762181837474185499</id><published>2008-04-08T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:05:27.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>15 minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzl2qJiseI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e6KkI6Vj8WQ/s1600-h/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzl2qJiseI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e6KkI6Vj8WQ/s200/dragon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290856389443498466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai am 15 minute, apoi trebuie sa plec inapoi la lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minute in care imi astern repede gandurile pe acest blog. Sa citesc totul peste ani si ani si sa ma gandesc: "Ce proasta/copilaroasa eram la varsta aia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate nu sunt chiar atat de proasta/copilaroasa. La o adica, tocmai m-a anuntat mama ca sambata se toarna planseul la casa mea. That means ca e gata parterul. Happy, happy. Si... daca eram asa proasta, nu aveam inca o casa, nu? Adica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-a intrebat mama, deja pentru a nu stiu cata oara, cand e nascut Adi. Vrea sa faca ceva socoteli, sa vada cat de compatibili suntem. In zodiacul chinezesc, de data asta. Nu ii spun cand e nascut, fiindca mi-e frica. Daca imi va spune ca ceva nu e ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonul din el e obisnuit sa zboare, in timp ce cainele din mine (I'm a bitch, adica) vrea sa fie fidel si sa il aiba pe Mr. Dragon mereu aproape. Daca verdictul mamei va fi: "Nu va potriviti"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa incerc sa o conving ca acel caine ii va pune dragonului lesa si il va plimba dupa el prin viata? Dand mereu fericit din coada? Si chiar daca o conving pe mama... e corect sa ii pun lesa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, Dan, Horica - toti sagetatori, toti prietenii mei cei mai buni, cel putin la un moment dat. Persoane speciale. La fel ca Adi. Dar toti mi-au fost doar prieteni. Sa inteleg ca si Adi ar fi ok doar ca prieten si nu ar fi ok ca partener? Ce sa mai inteleg eu din tot haosul asta cu zodii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O tampenie", ar zice Adi. Si eu ziceam la fel... Pana cand Urania a zis acum un an: "Ruptura de partener, in 20 sau 21 aprilie". Am zis ca e bullshit, dar am incercat oricum sa evit orice conflict telefonic cu Flavius. Si totusi... in 21 aprilie ne-am despartit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un an... A trecut aproape un an...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6762181837474185499?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6762181837474185499/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/04/15-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6762181837474185499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6762181837474185499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/04/15-minute.html' title='15 minute'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzl2qJiseI/AAAAAAAAAK8/e6KkI6Vj8WQ/s72-c/dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4543708463856017696</id><published>2008-03-26T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:04:06.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Vino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzkzC-A9-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Qdy8s25PbsI/s1600-h/vino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzkzC-A9-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Qdy8s25PbsI/s320/vino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855227874932706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luni dimineata vreau sa ma trezesti acoperindu-ma de saruturi si mangaieli. Numai luni, ca e ziua in care ma trezesc cel mai greu si nu am chef de nimic. Prostioare, apoi mancam si eu plec la lucru. Pe la 12 vin acasa, deci te rog sa pui mancarea la incalzit pe la 12 fara ceva. Termin lucrul pe la 16.00 si, daca vrei, mergem putin prin oras. Spre seara oricum vreau sa ne plimbam cu bicicleta. Apoi fac mancarea pentru a doua zi, in timp ce tu probabil te joci la computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marti ma trezesc singura si pregatesc micul dejun. Birou, pranzul pe la 12.00, stii lectia. :) Cand termin treaba am putea merge la cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miercuri - same old stuff pana pe la ora 16.00. Stii ce vreau azi? Sa mergem sa ne plimbam cu bicicleta pe malul lacului Schlachtensee. Poate mancam si o inghetata.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joi: azi cred ca as vrea sa stam acasa, sa ne petrecem timpul impreuna. Ce-ai zice de un Heroes 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineri: dupa 16.00, mergem la cumparaturi, asta e clar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambata: program administrativ. Eu fac mancare, spal rufe, calc, fac curatenie prin casa. Tu trebuie sa duci gunoiul si sa dai cu aspiratorul - munci pe care, in opinia mea, le face barbatul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duminica: lenevim, mergem la Zoo, ne plimbam cu bicicleta, etc. Tot ce vrem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata saptamana: prostioare, oriunde si oricand. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4543708463856017696?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4543708463856017696/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/03/vino.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4543708463856017696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4543708463856017696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/03/vino.html' title='Vino!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzkzC-A9-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Qdy8s25PbsI/s72-c/vino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5620499876875714703</id><published>2008-03-08T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:58:17.607-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Pentru mama</title><content type='html'>Imi aminteam zilele astea de duminicile cand mancam toata familia impreuna: gatea tata, deci era o dezordine totala in bucatarie. Si urla muzica populara toata dimineata, abia pe la 13-14.00 incepea la radio emisiunea aia cu bancuri (cred ca toti din generatia mea o cunosc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uram muzica populara, probabil tocmai fiindca in fiecare duminica urla in casa si noi trebuia sa urlam unul la altul ca sa putem comunica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca trebuie sa fii departe de tara, ca sa iti dai seama cate bogatii are ea... Si una dintre bogatiile noastre este tocmai muzica populara. Pentru ca am (re)descoperit-o, ii voi spune mamei mele prin intermediul muzicii "La multi ani!" de Ziua mamei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai intai, o melodie a Nicoletai Voica. Melodia cred ca i se potriveste si mamei mele, pentru ca si ea a crescut "fisior si fata":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZHHIS5AroI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZHHIS5AroI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua melodie, este "raspunsul" venit din partea Andreei Voica, fiica celei de mai sus. Din pacate, melodia nu este intreaga, dar altfel nu am gasit-o. In plus, a fost dezactivata functia aia cu "embeded", asa ca trebuie sa o trec doar ca link. Mama, te rog sa intri aici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://de.youtube.com/watch?v=8C30ngG22YY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5620499876875714703?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5620499876875714703/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/03/pentru-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5620499876875714703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5620499876875714703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/03/pentru-mama.html' title='Pentru mama'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7356635381209687545</id><published>2008-02-22T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:56:18.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Una din zilele alea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzjrZQY4YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0VWsaT5ZjYI/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzjrZQY4YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0VWsaT5ZjYI/s320/turtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853996906996098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este una din zilele alea cand m-am trezit cu putin chef de a face ceva, dar mi-a trecut repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile cand stau opt ore la birou, luptandu-ma cu imprimanta care nu mai vrea sa tipareasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile cand m-am bucurat ca merge bine constructia la casa (s-a turnat fundatia), dar ma intreb de unde voi face rost de bani sa platesc ratele la banca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile cand ma gandesc cu melancolie la trecut si tot cu melancolie si la viitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile in care ma intreb incotro s-o apuc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile in care incepe sa ploua taman cand eu car doua plase grele si mai e mult pana ajung acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile cand trec din nou pe langa parcul plin de branduse inflorite si imi dau seama ca iar mi-am uitat aparatul foto acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile in care trag adanc aer in piept exact atunci cand pleaca autobuzul din statie si ma trezesc ca inhalez tot fumul de la esapament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile in care ma bucur ca cineva a fost inspirat si a pus sticla colorata la geamul de pe casa scarilor, sa ma inveseleasca macar aia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile cand ma asez obosita la calculator si ma indop cu banane de ciocolata si Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile in care il injur pe Moosho ca nu e online, sa imi spuna "there, there... plangi daca vrei sa plangi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una dina cele zile cand urasc faptul ca Adi e la 100.000 de kilometri distanta si nu putem sta tolaniti pe canapea, sa povestim despre vrute si nevrute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile in care moooor de somn, dar nu am nici un chef sa ma culc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una din acele zile cand iar scriu pe blog, confundandu-l cu un psiholog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7356635381209687545?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7356635381209687545/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/02/una-din-zilele-alea.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7356635381209687545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7356635381209687545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/02/una-din-zilele-alea.html' title='Una din zilele alea'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzjrZQY4YI/AAAAAAAAAKs/0VWsaT5ZjYI/s72-c/turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8533382442543115896</id><published>2008-02-15T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:52:29.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Le papillon et la fleur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzi2ElkE-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/NngK55m5NzQ/s1600-h/fluture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzi2ElkE-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/NngK55m5NzQ/s320/fluture2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853080825598946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pauvre fleur disait au papillon céleste: Ne fuis pas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vois comme nos destins sont diférents, je reste, tu t’en vas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant nous nous aimons, nous vivons sans les hommes, et loin d’eux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et nous nous ressemblons et l’on dit que nous sommes fleurs tout deux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais hélas, l’air t’emporte et la terre m’enchaîne, sort cruel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais embaumer ton vol de mon halaine, dans le ciel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais non, tu vas trop loin, parmi les fleurs sans nombre, vous fuyez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et moi, je reste seule à voir tourner ton ombre à mes pieds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu fuis, puis tu reviens, puis tu t’en vas encore luire ailleurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussi me trouves-tu toujours à chaque aurore tout en pleurs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Pour que notre amour coule des jours fidèles, ô mon roi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prends comme moi racine ou donne-moi des ailes comme à toi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(V. Hugo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: FC - ready for takeoff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8533382442543115896?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8533382442543115896/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/02/le-papillon-et-la-fleur.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8533382442543115896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8533382442543115896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/02/le-papillon-et-la-fleur.html' title='Le papillon et la fleur'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzi2ElkE-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/NngK55m5NzQ/s72-c/fluture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-416583036789745590</id><published>2008-02-06T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:45:29.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Copilaria noastra</title><content type='html'>Va mai amintiti de Brifcor sau de inghetata Polar? Ultima data am gasit inghetata Polar la magazinul Bega-Pam din Centru (langa BancPost), dar si asta a fost demult.... Brifcor (de fapt, nu avea nici un nume pe sticla) am baut ultima data in Piata Küttl, in statia lui 33... Pe vremea aia, nu aveam drum pe acolo, dar mergeam special ca sa mananc langos si sa beau "suc ieftin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri din copilarie: Eugenia, creveti (numai asa ceva erau pe toate rafturile de la alimentara), ciocolata Kiss (mai intai de capsuni, mai tarziu a aparut si de banane), TopiTop, Jelibon, BoniBon, Turbo, jocul ala ciudat, numit "Tzaka" sau asa ceva (unde aruncai cu un portmoneu plin de abtibilduri de la gume si puteai sa le castigi pe cele ale vecinilor), jocul "Ratele si vanatorii" - preferatul meu multa vreme, pana cand baietii au crescut si dadeau prea tare cu mingea -, corturile facute din carton sau din paturi, "colibele" facute in copac (cica eram druizii din desenele "BlackStar" :))), placintele din noroi pe care mi le vindea Cristina pe frunze de nuc, nava spatiala sapata in nisipul din fata casei lui Catalin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca mai gasesc multe altele si ma intristez, pentru ca imi dau seama... copiii mei nu vor trece prin toate astea. Fetita mea nu il va bate pe vecinul de peste drum, baietelul meu nu va suna toata ziua la poarta sa imi ceara sa-i duc sandwich-ul jos, ca nu are timp/chef sa vina la masa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiii mei probabil vor manca in fata calculatorului sau a televizorului, ca deh!... asa se poarta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie... pana atunci poate vor juca "Flori, fete, filme sau baieti" cu prieteni-holograma... Deja prietenul meu, care e putintel mai tanar, nu mai are amintirile astea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorin, imi cer scuze, dar nu pot altfel: fur de pe pagina ta urmatoarea melodie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNG5KGEVMjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNG5KGEVMjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-416583036789745590?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/416583036789745590/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/02/copilaria-noastra.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/416583036789745590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/416583036789745590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/02/copilaria-noastra.html' title='Copilaria noastra'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8302934459765568962</id><published>2008-01-01T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:35:54.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>A mai trecut un an....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWze8F_EwNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W_hLBuDkddc/s1600-h/revel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWze8F_EwNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W_hLBuDkddc/s320/revel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290848786233737426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A mai trecut un an....  magnify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram in Berlin cand pe Partymeile (Straße des 17. Juni, intre Siegessäule si Brandenburger Tor) se desfasura ultimul Love Parade. Si nu m-am dus acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram in Berlin cand sute de mii de oameni urmareau cu sufletul la gura finala campionatului mondial de fotbal din 2006. Nici atunci nu am calcat pe Fanmeile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum, daca tot mi-am petrecut Revelionul in Germania, am hotarat sa particip la petrecerea de la Brandenburger Tor, cea mai mare petrecere din Europa: au participat peste un milion de persoane. Am preferat sa raman, din nou, oarecum departe de inghesuiala si nebunie, asa ca - la ora 00.00 - ma aflam in fata Hauptbahnhof-ului, la cateva sute de metri de Poarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La miezul noptii, printre sirenele ambulantelor, suieratul rachetelor, bubuielile artificiilor si strigatele "Prost Neujahr", l-am auzit pe tata strigandu-mi "La multi ani!" Am inceput sa lacrimez si mi-am agatat o dorinta de coada unei rachete colorate, sa o duca spre cer: "Anul viitor, vreau sa petrec sarbatorile acasa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am avut un an... echilibrat. In prima jumatate a anului, m-am despartit de FC, lucru care inca ma face sa sufar. Mi-a spus candva Alex ca e nevoie de o treime din perioada petrecuta cu o persoana, pentru a trece peste despartirea de aceasta. Deci imi va trece abia peste... 8-10 luni. Daca imi va trece vreodata de tot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si oamenii din jurul meu au avut un an mai putin bun: cunosc cel putin trei cupluri care s-au despartit dupa o relatie indelungata (5 ani si ceva la Dacian si Bianca...). La capitolul "2007 sucks" trecem si tragedia de care a avut parte sora unei prietene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa trecem la bucuriile pe care mi le-a adus anul care tocmai a trecut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- L-am cunoscut pe Adrian. (Apropo: cica zice horoscopul ca in 2008 ma marit :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dacian si cu mine am inceput sa ne facem casa (un duplex dragut la Dumbravita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- am cunoscut multi oameni noi, cativa dintre ei devenindu-mi prieteni. Ii amintesc aici pe Arubian, Dostar si Moosho (numele de pe Travian, scrise in ordine alfabetica, sa nu se supere niciunul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urez tuturor un an nou cu multe bucurii si realizari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Adrian: iti urez multi ani fericiti alaturi de mine :))) Si studiaza horoscopul ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Alex si Bianca: vedeti ca am de platit rate la casa. Sa ma anuntati din timp cand trebuie sa pun bani la ciorap pentru nunta voastra ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Andreea: multa liniste sufleteasca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Arubian: iti urez sa mai treci si anul acesta prin Berlin, de preferat cand sunt si eu aici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Dacian: vezi ca tata vrea sa fie bunic. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Dan: abia astept sa facem grill in curtile de la Dumbravita, vecine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Diana: poate reusim macar anul acesta sa mai iesim la un suc impreuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Dostar: iti urez sa iti gasesti adevarata Regina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Flavius: sa fii fericit! (Si o scriu sincer, nu ironic...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Moosho: daca nu vii la Berlin pentru practica aia de care discutam, te bat! In plus: poate gasesti pe aici vreo japoneza ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Paula: sa termini in anii urmatori cu bine facultatea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Raluca: sa faci la ziar treaba cel putin la fel de buna ca in 2007. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu v-am scris pe toti, dar abia m-am trezit si sunt inca adormita. Daca am uitat pe careva, trageti-ma de maneca si va urez si altele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8302934459765568962?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8302934459765568962/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/01/mai-trecut-un.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8302934459765568962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8302934459765568962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2008/01/mai-trecut-un.html' title='A mai trecut un an....'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWze8F_EwNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W_hLBuDkddc/s72-c/revel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-2415596857726505573</id><published>2007-12-24T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:33:27.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Sarbatori fericite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzeSIO4usI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CGjgam2g4_Q/s1600-h/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzeSIO4usI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CGjgam2g4_Q/s200/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290848065282423490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urez tuturor Craciun fericit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca - spre diferenta de mine - sarbatoriti Craciunul in familie. Si ca nu umblati prin baruri, sa ajungeti ca Mosul de mai sus. :)) Asta in caz ca v-ati intrebat de ce nu v-a adus inca nici un cadou.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Geseknde Kersfees en 'n gelukkige nuwe jaar&lt;br /&gt;Argentine - Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Bohemian - Vesele Vanoce&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese (Brazilian) - Boas Festas e Feliz Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Vesela Koleda i chestita nova godina!&lt;br /&gt;Catalan - Bon Nadal i un Bon Any Nou!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - Sing Dan Fae Lok. Gung Hai Fat Choi (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - Shen Dan Kuai Le Xin Nian Yu Kuai (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - Shen tan jie kuai le. Hsin Nien Kuaile&lt;br /&gt;Croatian = Sretan Bozic i Sretna nova Godina&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Stastne a vesele vanoce a stastny novy rok!&lt;br /&gt;Danish - Glaedelig Jul og godt nytaar&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuw Jaar&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Prettige kerstdagen en een gelukkig nieuw jaar&lt;br /&gt;English - Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Eskimo - (inupik) Jutdlime pivdluarit ukiortame pivdluaritlo!&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Felican Kristnaskon kaj Bonan Novjaron!&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Rõõmusaid jõulupühi ja head uut aastat!&lt;br /&gt;Faeroese - Gledhilig jol og eydnurikt nyggjar!&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos - Maligayang Pasko&lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Hyvää joulua ja onnellista uutta vuotta!&lt;br /&gt;Flemish - Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar&lt;br /&gt;French - Joyeux Noel et Bonne Année!&lt;br /&gt;Scots Gaelic - Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath yr!&lt;br /&gt;Galician - Bo Nadal&lt;br /&gt;German - Frohe Weihnachten und ein glückliches Neues Jahr!&lt;br /&gt;Greek - Hronia polla kai eytyhismenos o kainourios hronos&lt;br /&gt;Greek - Hronia polla ke eftihismenos o kenourios hronos&lt;br /&gt;Hausa - Barka da Kirsimatikuma Barka da Sabuwar Shekara!&lt;br /&gt;Hawaian - Mele Kalikimaka ame Hauoli Makahiki Hou!&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Kellemes karacsonyi uennepeket es boldog ujevet!&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic - Gledhileg jsl og farsflt komandi ar!&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Selamat Hari Natal dan Selamat Tahun Baru!&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi - Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah&lt;br /&gt;Irish Gaelic - Nollaig Shona duit&lt;br /&gt;Irish Gaelic - Nollaig Shona&lt;br /&gt;Irish Gaelic - Nollaig faoi shean agus faoi shonas duit agus bliain nua faoi mhaise dhuit!&lt;br /&gt;Italian - Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo!&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - Meri Kurisumasu soshite Akemashite Omedeto!&lt;br /&gt;Latin - Natale hilare et Annum Faustum!&lt;br /&gt;Latvian - Priecigus Ziemsvetkus un Laimigu Jaungadu!&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian - Linksmu Kaledu&lt;br /&gt;Maltese - Nixtieklek Milied tajjeb u is-sena t-tabja!&lt;br /&gt;Modern Greek - Kala Christougenna kai evtichismenos o kainourios chronos!&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian - God Jul Og Godt Nytt Aar&lt;br /&gt;Pennsylvania German - En frehlicher Grischtdaag un en hallich Nei Yaahr!&lt;br /&gt;Polish - Vesowe Boze Narodzenie&lt;br /&gt;Polish - Wesolych Swiat i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Boas Festas&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Feliz Natal e um Prospero Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;Romanian - Craciun fericit si un an nou fericit&lt;br /&gt;Russian - S nastupaiushchim Novym godom i s Rozhdestvom Khristovym!&lt;br /&gt;Romanche - (sursilvan dialect): Legreivlas fiastas da Nadal e bien niev onn!&lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Hristos se rodi&lt;br /&gt;Slovakian - Sretan Bozic or Vesele vianoce&lt;br /&gt;Slovak - Veselé Vianoce a Štastný Nový Rok! (meine vorherige Version: Vesele Vianoce i na zdravie v novom roku! war wohl falsch)&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian - Vesele bozicne praznike in srecno novo leto&lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Swedish - God Jul Och Ett Gott Nytt Ar&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Suk san wan Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Suk san wan pee mai - Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Trukeese - (Micronesian) Neekiriisimas annim oo iyer seefe feyiyeech!&lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Noeliniz kutlu olsun ve yeni yilinis kutlu olsun!&lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainian - Srozhdestvom Kristovym&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainan - Z novym rokom i s rizdvom Hrystovym!&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainan - Khrystos Rodevsia&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Chuc mung nam moi va Giang Sinh vui ve&lt;br /&gt;Welsh - Nadolig Llawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Da!&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - E ku odun, e ku iye'dun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-2415596857726505573?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/2415596857726505573/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/12/sarbatori-fericite.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/2415596857726505573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/2415596857726505573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/12/sarbatori-fericite.html' title='Sarbatori fericite!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzeSIO4usI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CGjgam2g4_Q/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5669157004096123163</id><published>2007-12-13T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:31:55.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Adrian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzd-9e7d9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EAiJ-INZMJY/s1600-h/adrian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzd-9e7d9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EAiJ-INZMJY/s320/adrian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290847735979407314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar putea intra fara discutii in categoria "bunocilor" pe care ii prezint de ceva vreme. Doar ca nu este (inca) atat de cunoscut ca si ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am placerea sa vi-l prezint pe Adrian, tipul caruia i se potriveste de minune portretul pe care l-am postat pe forum acum ceva vreme. Si pe care - avand in vedere ca e asa bun - am pus eu manuta (ca sa nu zic "laba", ca ziceti ca-s perversa :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja v-am innebunit pe toti cu jocul Travian, pe care il joc eu de vreun an si jumatate. Ei bine, in cadrul acestui joc se fac aliante. In luna martie a acestui an, a intrat in alianta mea Adrian. Mi-a placut de el din prima clipa, fiindca a scris pe forumul aliantei ca are mare respect pentru timisoreni. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiind eu cu ex-ul la acea vreme, nu l-am bagat prea mult in seama pe Adrian, care a devenit diplomatul aliantei. Prin august, am inceput sa vorbesc cu el pe mess. Tot in august am fost acasa, in concediu, si m-am trezit cu el la Gara de Nord din Timisoara (el fiind din Bucuresti). Ne-am placut instantaneu (el e bestial, eu cica sunt "sufletista" - a se afla ce inseamna in limbaj de Bucuresti :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colegii nostri de alianta s-au prins de treaba asta, pe care v-o aduc si voua oficial la cunostinta: de putina vreme, Adrian (trance life pe Travian) este prietenul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa fie viata asta si mai frumoasa, Adrian a fost zilele acestea la Berlin. :) Me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi e ziua lui de nastere si tot astazi e si ziua in care a plecat inapoi spre casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian, inca o data "La multi ani!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja iti simt lipsa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5669157004096123163?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5669157004096123163/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/12/adrian.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5669157004096123163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5669157004096123163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/12/adrian.html' title='Adrian'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzd-9e7d9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EAiJ-INZMJY/s72-c/adrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-2564930026495143820</id><published>2007-11-10T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:29:00.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>E numai vina lui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzdQZWEooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V7Zeo2y3Q3c/s1600-h/clatite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzdQZWEooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V7Zeo2y3Q3c/s200/clatite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290846936004600450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi am cheltuit o gramada de bani. Si de data asta nu e vina mea, ci numai a lui Moosho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-a gandit el candva ca mi-e dor de casa (ceea ce e adevarat) si mi-a trimis niste poze cu clatite. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic ca mi-a facut o pofta nebuuuuuna de clatite, asa ca am hotarat sa imi fac si eu. Problema: nu stiu sa intorc clatitele in tigaie. :( Plus ca nu am tigaie buna, din-aia joasa, arsa si cu coada lunga, cum are bunica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca m-am dus frumos la Tchibo si mi-am cumparat un "prajitor de clatite" sau cum s-o fi numind chestia aia (poza mai sus). Daca tot am intrat la Tchibo, nu puteam sa nu-mi cumpar si lenjeria de pat care e saptamana asta in oferta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a facut cu ochiul si masina compacta de facut vata de zahar, dar m-am abtinut macar de la aia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzie: Moosho imi datoreaza 45 de euro ("clatitorul" si lenjeria de pat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Abia astept sa ajung acasa, unde imi va face prietenul descris in articolul "Portret" clatite. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-2564930026495143820?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/2564930026495143820/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-numai-vina-lui.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/2564930026495143820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/2564930026495143820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-numai-vina-lui.html' title='E numai vina lui!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzdQZWEooI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V7Zeo2y3Q3c/s72-c/clatite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5190233923274489432</id><published>2007-11-05T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:27:22.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Portret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzc52yjVPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BEWMUIZq5UY/s1600-h/adi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzc52yjVPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BEWMUIZq5UY/s200/adi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290846548771689714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa ma faca sa rad. Daca nu ma face sa rad, nici nu are rost sa-si incerce norocul cu mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteligent. Da, trebuie sa fie inteligent, fiindca altfel ma plicitsesc repede de el. Dar nu cu mult mai inteligent decat mine, ca atunci nu prea avem ce discuta (i mean... fizica cuantica si asa ceva?? - no way!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie romantic. Nu vreun "boem" care sa-mi compuna toata ziua te miri ce texte siropoase, dar nici o bruta din-aia care sa-mi ofere un cadou si sa-mi spuna: "Na, tine. Ca si asa nu am ce face cu el" (i s-a intamplat unei prietene....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa culeaga si sa-mi aduca o floare, chiar daca nu e ziua mea sau alta sarbatoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa fie ingrijit. Nu neaparat sa mearga la sala sau eu mai stiu ce, dar nici sa nu umble cu hainele rupte, sa aiba mizerie sub unghii si sa ii simti mirosul de la o posta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ma intrige, sa nu-mi puna totul pe tava. Din nou: m-as plicitsi prea repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa aiba bun-simt. Ar putea, de exemplu, sa aduca un buchet de flori pentru mama mea, cand ne viziteaza prima data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa strabata o jumatate de tara pentru a ma cunoaste. Si vreau sa vina dupa mine, mai ales daca viitorul ma va duce in cine stie ce tari indepartate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-ar bucura sa-i placa sa iasa in oras, dar sa prefere sa petreaca o zi lenesa, in pat, cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa imi ofere totul si sa fie pregatit sa primeasca acelasi lucru in schimb, de la mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fie responsabil si matur, dar sa mai pastreze in el o doza de copilarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa aiba cultura generala si sa fie manierat. Sa zicem ca aici mai negociez, ca il pot invata eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatoriu: sa vorbeasca si sa scrie corect in limba romana. Ochiul meu de vultur, format la redactiile de pe Revolutiei si Stelelor, respectiv C. Brediceanu inca mai observa fiecare spatiu pus in plus sau virgula care lipseste. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa-mi dea mereu dreptate. Sa fie barbat, ce Dumnezeu! Nu o carpa pe care sa-mi sterg picioarele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fie un "vagabond cu bun-simt", cum zicea diriginta mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fiu centrul universului lui. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca e bautor (ca sa nu zic alcoolic) sau bate femei - duca-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie inalt (pe la 1,85 m, sa zicem) si bine facut (dar nu prea "umflat", ca nu imi plac astia...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie brunet cu ochi caprui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa aiba spatele mai lat decat fundul. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca parfumul pielii lui sa ma innebuneasca! Sa ma faca sa simt valuri, valuri....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie al naibii de sexos! (Ma inrosesc putin, dar nu are rost sa ne ascundem dupa deget.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vreau cam multe.... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce zici? Te-am gasit, iubire?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5190233923274489432?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5190233923274489432/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/11/portret.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5190233923274489432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5190233923274489432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/11/portret.html' title='Portret'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzc52yjVPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/BEWMUIZq5UY/s72-c/adi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-3542595337836692275</id><published>2007-11-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:25:52.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>De fistulae coccygealis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzcPzefclI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_71qodPXfqw/s1600-h/fund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzcPzefclI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_71qodPXfqw/s200/fund.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290845826327736914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ieri, durerea mea de/in fund, a devenit insuportabila. Intrucat incepuse sa se extinda si in fese, dar si pentru ca nu mai aveam putere in mana stanga (nu stiu daca are vreo legatura, dar nah.... :)), am decis sa fiu curajoasa si sa merg la nenea doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am dus eu frumos la nenea doctor, unul foarte simpatic. Chiar cand ma cheama sa intru in cabinet, ma suna o colega: "Beatrice, cum se spune in germana la untura?" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revin la doctor. Dupa ce m-a tinut vreo 20 de minute de vorba, i-am zis tot istoricul bolilor mele si i-am aratat prospectele medicamentelor pe care le-am inghitit fara folos in ultima saptamana, s-a gandit sa controleze locul cu pricina. S-a uitat scurt acolo, a pus mana, a constatat ca e pielea rosie (ceea ce ii spusesem si eu, de altfel) si mi-a zis scurt: "Va trimit la chirurg, trebuie sa va operati".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment in care - logic - mi-a picat fata. Imi explica el ca e puroi acolo, care trebuie scos. Pfiu! Respir usurata, e numai asta.... Credeam ca cine stie ce operatie mai grava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, totusi: operatia e operatie. Incerc sa negociez cu el, ii propun sa-mi prescrie antibiotice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, el ma trimite la chirurg. Daca vrea chirurgul sa-mi prescrie antibiotice, atunci sa-mi prescrie el. "Aham... De parca nu stiu eu cum sunt chirurgii... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuun. Suna doctorul la chirurg si imi face programare pentru.... peste 20 de minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fug la chirurg, astept acolo, ma invita in sala de consultatie. Aflu ca mi s-a infectat ceva ce cred eu ca se numeste fistula coccygealis. Cica e un fel de apendice, care am inteles ca nu are nici un rol, dar care din cand in cand se poate infecta. Ca sa scap de probleme, mi s-a zis sa ma operez, sa-mi scot fistula aia. O sa vad, chiar nu am chef de operatii la coloana sau asa... Momentan vreau doar sa scap de durerea provocata de puroiul adunat acolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astept sa intru in sala de operatii. Stand asa, in fata usii batante, ma loveste: "Sunt singura!" Cred ca asta a fost ceea ce m-a durut cel mai rau, de fapt. Durerile pe care le-am suportat o saptamana, durerea provocata de injectia pentru anestezie... toate au fost floare la ureche. Cel mai tare m-a durut faptul ca am fost singura. Departe de mama si de Dacian, fara nimeni care sa-mi spuna ca va fi totul bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa operatie, am vrut s-o sun pe mama. Dar nu, nu o puteam suna pe ea, pentru ca as fi inceput sa plang pe strada. Si nu imi place sa fac asa ceva. Asa ca i-am trimis mesaj... lui Adrian, diplomatul aliantelor mele de pe Travian. Stia de problemele din ultima saptamana, stia ca am fost la doctor. "Te rog, suna-ma." Nu mai aveam credit, asa ca m-a sunat el pe mine. Si mi-a tinut de urat pana cand am ajuns la metrou: "Sa nu plangi! Fii tare!" Mi-a amintit de "mighty Bristena", cum imi spune el in gluma (Bristena fiind nick-ul meu din joc)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final, am ajuns si eu acasa (mai mult tarandu-ma, de durere...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi dimineata m-am dus din nou la chirurg, sa imi schimbe bandajul si drena pe care o am pusa acolo, pentru a se scurge puroiul (scuze de detaliile scarboase...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sala de asteptare, doi domni. Vine o asistenta si il cheama pe unul dintre ei: "Herr Dr. Hoffmann..." Celalalt domn, se uita la mine si ma intreaba: "Doctor? Dar de ce vine un doctor la doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... Imi dau seama ca asta e cam ramas in urma, ii explic ca e un titlu academic, el tot nu intelege. Ma intreaba ce am, imi povesteste ce-l doare pe el... Zambeste, uneori se stramba (o fi un nou mod de a flirta sau asa??). Apoi finalul: "Der Arzt war groß wie Einstein" (adica "Medicul era mare ca Einstein", pentru cei care nu stiu germana). WTF??? Nu stiu ce vrea sa insemne propozitia asta, indiferent cum as suci-o. Dar imi va ramane multa vreme in minte....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat despre problemele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian, iti multumesc. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-3542595337836692275?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/3542595337836692275/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-fistulae-coccygealis.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3542595337836692275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3542595337836692275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-fistulae-coccygealis.html' title='De fistulae coccygealis'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzcPzefclI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_71qodPXfqw/s72-c/fund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-675571886305570252</id><published>2007-11-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:22:03.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>My big pain in the a**</title><content type='html'>De cateva zile ma doare in adevaratul sens al cuvantului... in fund. Va rog sa scuzati expresia, dar chiar asa este: de duminica trecuta, ma doare groaznic ceea ce la noi cred ca se numeste "noada fundului" (presupun ca Steißbein in germana si Coccyx in Fachjargon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durerea asta intr-un anumit loc se manifesta prin faptul ca nu pot sta nicicum: statul in picioare si mersul sunt un chin, intinsa pot sa stau numai pe burta si si aia intr-o anumita pozitie, statul pe scaun este insuportabil! Durerile "dispar" numai in doua cazuri: daca stau aplecata (ceva de genul un unghi de 90 de grade) sau daca... hmmm.... cobor trepte (asta e ciudat, nu?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa scap de my big pain in the ass, am luat pana si o pastila de Diclofenac, medicament pe care l-am trecut mai demult pe "lista neagra", fiindca afecteaza ficatul. Well... nici macar asta nu a ajutat. Singurul medicament care mai atenueza putin durerea este Indometacin, dar nici asa durerea nu dispare complet (ca sa nu mai zicem de cauzele ei, care or mai fi si alea...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic....? Va doresc tuturor sa nu va doara niciodata in fund. Incercati cu cotul, poate acolo durerea e mai suportabila.... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-675571886305570252?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/675571886305570252/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-big-pain-in-a.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/675571886305570252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/675571886305570252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-big-pain-in-a.html' title='My big pain in the a**'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-473652105489782567</id><published>2007-10-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:21:17.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>O zi la birou</title><content type='html'>Te trezesti.&lt;br /&gt;Nokia, Colgate, Nescafe, Hochland, Orbit.&lt;br /&gt;Renault, Compaq, Epson, Nokia, Nokia, Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds, Coca-Cola, Orbit.&lt;br /&gt;Compaq, Epson, Nokia, Nokia, Nokia. Renault.&lt;br /&gt;Tuborg.&lt;br /&gt;Tuborg.&lt;br /&gt;Tuborg-Tuborg-Tuborg-Tuborg.&lt;br /&gt;Nokia... Nokia.&lt;br /&gt;Durex.&lt;br /&gt;Colgate.&lt;br /&gt;Te culci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-473652105489782567?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/473652105489782567/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-zi-la-birou.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/473652105489782567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/473652105489782567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-zi-la-birou.html' title='O zi la birou'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5092002898127197349</id><published>2007-10-16T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:20:34.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Zapada de acasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzbZhGZtUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9FoOdAZWKV8/s1600-h/geam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzbZhGZtUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9FoOdAZWKV8/s320/geam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290844893681923394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constata zilele trecute un prieten virtual ca nu am "o viata sociala foarte activa in afara apartamentului" (sau cam asa ceva...). Nu am si nici nu imi trebuie. Stau in apartamentul meu frumos si comunic cu lumea de acasa. Atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In livingul meu plin de fum de tigara, am simtit ieri miros de iarna. Mirosul zapezii de acasa, care m-a teleportat in timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de Craciunurile petrecute in familie, de mirosul de brad si de prajitura. Mi-e dor de camera noastra de la Dognecea, in care Oma facea focul si punea tamaie sau coji de portocale pe soba. Mirosuri batrane... Asa le numeste acelasi prieten virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand am plecat din Romania, am luat cu mine doua lucruri (in afara de haine). O cana colorata, cu un rac (zodia mea), pe care am cumparat-o cand am dat examen la Bucuresti si mi-am promis: "Pe tine te iau cu mine cand primesc postul si plec in Germania!" Si un ursulet alb din plus, care doarme pe o perna roz si sforaie (sau sforaia, ca acum nu mai are baterii). L-am primit de ultimul Craciun pe care l-am petrecut cu el in Timisoara. Ne-am plimbat atunci printre casutele de lemn din fata Operei, pline de chestii kitchoase, si i-am zis: "Asta e cadoul. Pe asta il vreau!" Apoi l-am pupat pe obraz, in timp ce strageam cadoul in brate. Ursuletul asta alb a dormit cu mine pana de curand. Acum l-am pus intr-un sertar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirosul de zapada se duce, sunt din nou invaluita de realitate. Anul acesta voi petrece Craciunul singura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: FC - the other side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5092002898127197349?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5092002898127197349/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/zapada-de-acasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5092002898127197349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5092002898127197349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/zapada-de-acasa.html' title='Zapada de acasa'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzbZhGZtUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9FoOdAZWKV8/s72-c/geam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-9113160324153089403</id><published>2007-10-04T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:19:27.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Prefer bicicleta (dar si de aia mi-e lene)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzbCqr1E1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/n-0mWzsFTYQ/s1600-h/auto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzbCqr1E1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/n-0mWzsFTYQ/s320/auto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290844501117834066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDI: Another Ugly Deutsche Invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMW: Brings Me Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIAT: Failure in Italian Automotive Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORD: Fix Or Repair Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONTIAC: Poor Old Nigga Thinks It's A Cadillac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAB: Shape Appears Ass-Backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HYUNDAI: Hope You Understand Nothing's Driveable And Inexpensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLVO: Very Old Vehicular Object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORSCHE: Proof Of Rich Spoiled Children Having Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DACIA: Daca Ai Cap Ia-ti Alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apropo: Va ziceam candva ca la noul Logan (combi) se face reclama noaptea, o data pe zi. Well... intre timp am vazut reclama difuzata de mai multe ori pe zi, la ore de varf. Deduc ca are succes Loganul in Germania. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-9113160324153089403?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/9113160324153089403/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/prefer-bicicleta-dar-si-de-aia-mi-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9113160324153089403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9113160324153089403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/prefer-bicicleta-dar-si-de-aia-mi-e.html' title='Prefer bicicleta (dar si de aia mi-e lene)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzbCqr1E1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/n-0mWzsFTYQ/s72-c/auto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8608150151244515778</id><published>2007-10-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:13:48.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Du bist so wunderbar, Berlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzZxi0GtJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-zbGV_xAtYE/s1600-h/frunze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzZxi0GtJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-zbGV_xAtYE/s320/frunze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290843107435656338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma plimbam putin mai devreme prin parc. Frunzele multicolore care imi fosnaiau pe sub picioare mi-au amintit de casa: de tatal Vetutei, care facea in fiecare toamna foc pe strada, ca sa arda frunzele uscate. In Berlin nu miroase a fum de la frunzele arse. Uneori, insa, se aude masinaria aia ciudata, care sufla aer si cu care cineva curata aleea din curte de frunze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o zi minunata. Pe strada nu e nimeni, fiindca toti sarbatoresc Ziua Nationala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred... cred ca a inceput sa-mi placa Berlinul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-a adoptat acum un an si cateva luni, intr-o zi de primavara. Fara sa ma intrebe ce caut aici. Numai Frau Jähnig mi-a zis candva: "Da, da... numele colegului... se aude ca e romanesc". Mi-e antipatica inca de la prima intalnire. Daca pana atunci fusesem mandra de numele meu de origine suedezo-germana, in momentul acela imi parea rau ca nu e "Halabrescu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dap.... cred ca a inceput sa-mi placa Berlinul. Desi micii pe care i-am facut ieri nu au deloc gust ca la mama acasa, desi aici nu am mancat o supa grasa de gaina, desi aici nu urla copiii pe strada sa le arunce mama pe geam nu-stiu-ce, desi nu stau vecinii la barfa in fata portii. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fapt... chiar cred ca ma enerveaza vecinii, care imi zambesc atat de amabil de fiecare data. Un zambet care parca iti spune "Nu te apropia prea mult de mine!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum nu am nevoie de vecini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem doar eu si Berlin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8608150151244515778?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8608150151244515778/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/du-bist-so-wunderbar-berlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8608150151244515778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8608150151244515778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/du-bist-so-wunderbar-berlin.html' title='Du bist so wunderbar, Berlin'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzZxi0GtJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-zbGV_xAtYE/s72-c/frunze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8665756807580102640</id><published>2007-10-01T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:07:47.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Moosho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzYUpi-j0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ow_m_zC-l9g/s1600-h/rurouni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzYUpi-j0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ow_m_zC-l9g/s320/rurouni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290841511515033410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konban wa, dragi prieteni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele trecute am cunoscut un personaj tare ciudat: Moosho, colegul meu de alianta de pe Travian, serverul 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moosho asta este mai "altfel" din doua motive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vorbeste un fel de Lenau-Deutsch, doar ca e amestec de romana cu engleza: Shakespeare-English, sa zicem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Este super-fan al Japoniei. Mananca pe paine tot ce inseamna "Japonia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa faptul ca uneori vorbim japoneza (I like that), mi-a aratat cat de sensibili si de... so not American sunt japonezii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 zile, mi-a umplut calculatorul cu muzica made in Japonia. Si sa va zic ceva? E bestiala! Din ceea ce mi-a trimis, va recomand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Kanno - Take A Little Hand (o melodie care ma face sa ma gandesc la elfi si sa zbor spre o lume minunata...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taku Iwasaki - Sound of Snow Falling (trista, dar.... no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kajiura Yuki - A Song of Storm and Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Kanno - Zero Signal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buck-Tick - Rakuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca vreti sa radeti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tegomass - Kimi + Boku = Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teriyaki Boys - Tokyo Drift (Fast &amp; Furious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it, chiar sunt super! Mai ales daca stiti povestea din spatele unora dintre ele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo arigato, Moosho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8665756807580102640?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8665756807580102640/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/moosho.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8665756807580102640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8665756807580102640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/10/moosho.html' title='Moosho'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzYUpi-j0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ow_m_zC-l9g/s72-c/rurouni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7445607866183402922</id><published>2007-09-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:06:17.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Speranta de viata</title><content type='html'>Daca o pocnesti, se cheama maltratarea femeii. Daca te pocneste ea, e autoaparare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca iei o decizie fara sa o intrebi, esti nesimtit. Daca ea ia o decizie fara sa te consulte, e femeie emancipata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ii ceri sa faca ceva ce nu ii place, e dominare masculina. Daca te roaga ea, ii faci o favoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca apreciezi formele unei femei si lenjeria sumara, esti pervers. Daca nu, esti homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca-i oferi flori, urmaresti ceva. Daca nu, esti magar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca esti mandru de realizarile tale, esti plin de tine. Daca nu, esti lipsit de ambitie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca o doare capul, e obosita. Daca te doare pe tine, n-o mai iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca vrei sa faci dragoste prea des, esti obsedat. Daca nu, ai pe altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si va mai intrebati de ce speranta de viata la barbati este mai mica decat cea a femeilor ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7445607866183402922?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7445607866183402922/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/speranta-de-viata.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7445607866183402922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7445607866183402922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/speranta-de-viata.html' title='Speranta de viata'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-9133763337651837300</id><published>2007-09-19T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:02:56.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>E pur si muove!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzXNWfdE1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yzKrNT4QIhs/s1600-h/net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzXNWfdE1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yzKrNT4QIhs/s200/net.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290840286629270354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericire mareeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De astazi, sunt mandra posesoare a unei conexiuni la internet. Adica: pot juca Travian si de acasa :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apropo: incepe un nou server, daca are cineva chef sa se inscrie. Ma gasiti pe www.travian.ro, serverul 4 (inscrierile incep vineri, jocul incepe luni). Cine se inscrie e rugat sa mearga in sud-est si sa imi trimita un mesaj (pe mail sau pe mess), ca sa il/o invit in alianta. Noi (adica alianta mea) ne inscriem toti sambata, 22.09.2007, la ora 22.00 (ca sa fim fim toti in aceeasi zona).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In afara de treaba cu Travian, internetul imi deschide o fereastra spre lume, blabla. Si imi da posibilitatea sa comunic cu familia fara sa platesc 200 de euro pe luna pentru telefon :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-9133763337651837300?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/9133763337651837300/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-pur-si-muove.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9133763337651837300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9133763337651837300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/e-pur-si-muove.html' title='E pur si muove!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzXNWfdE1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yzKrNT4QIhs/s72-c/net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-493889944886377905</id><published>2007-09-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:01:51.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Citatul zilei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzW_sjIckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TZUrDcU3z4U/s1600-h/live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzW_sjIckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TZUrDcU3z4U/s320/live.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290840052032107074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde - The Soul of Man Under Socialism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-493889944886377905?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/493889944886377905/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/citatul-zilei.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/493889944886377905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/493889944886377905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/citatul-zilei.html' title='Citatul zilei'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzW_sjIckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TZUrDcU3z4U/s72-c/live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-3708940553205989199</id><published>2007-09-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:00:44.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Hatchapuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWnR-5CSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zFQVIEtSdzo/s1600-h/hatcha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWnR-5CSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zFQVIEtSdzo/s200/hatcha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290839632583919906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cativa ani, am mancat la Isolde un fel de placinta, numita Hatchapuri (sau Chatschapuri, respectiv Hatschapuri). Este vorba despre o placinta de origine georgiana, umpluta (traditional) cu branza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placinta cu pricina se prepara foarte simplu si e super-buna! Pentru cei care mai si gatesc din cand in cand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrediente pentru aluat: cca. 700 g faina, 500 g iaurt, 2 oua, 50 g unt (moale), o lingurita de sare si o lingurita de bicarbonat de sodiu (se poate face si cu drojdie - atunci nu mai puneti bicarbonat si lasati aluatul la dospit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrediente pentru umplutura: 200 g branza de vaci (aia moale), 200 g cas (nu prea sarat), 600 g feta si un ou. Asta e umplutura traditionala, dar placinta se poate face si cu ciuperci, carne, porumb, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amestecati intr-un castron mare ouale, iaurtul, sarea si untul. Adaugati incet faina, pana cand se face un aluat care poate fi framantat. Adaugati bicarbonatul, apoi framantati aluatul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru a face umplutura, taiati cele trei tipuri de branza marunt si amestecati-le cu oul, intr-un castron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incalziti cuptorul la aproximativ 220 de grade Celsius. Impartiti aluatul in doua parti egale. Asezati o parte din aluat pe o hartie de copt sau intr-o forma rotunda (grosimea aluatului: cam un centimetru). Deasupra aluatului, puneti pasta de branza (sau umplutura pe care o doriti). Apoi puneti deasupra aluatul ramas. Pentru a uni cele doua parti de aluat, puteti apasa cu o furculita pe marginea placintei sau sa rasuciti aluatul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se lasa in cuptor pana cand va dati seama ca s-a copt. :)) (Aproximativ 20 de minute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu vreti sa faceti o singura placinta mare, impartiti aluatul in mai multe parti si faceti mai multe placintute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pofta buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-3708940553205989199?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/3708940553205989199/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/hatchapuri.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3708940553205989199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3708940553205989199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/09/hatchapuri.html' title='Hatchapuri'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWnR-5CSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zFQVIEtSdzo/s72-c/hatcha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1749257354101563586</id><published>2007-08-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:59:20.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little poems'/><title type='text'>O zi ploioasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWZPMXluI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E6PSO3CasE0/s1600-h/resita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWZPMXluI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E6PSO3CasE0/s320/resita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290839391316973282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picăturile îmi umezesc creştetul. Nori imenşi definesc cercuri, privind de acolo trecătorii plictisiţi. În jurul meu totul e gri, doar câteva umbrele aduc culoare pe străzi. Făcând slalom printre bălţi ajung într-un parc: copaci gri, adapostind păsări gri, iarbă gri sub pantofii mei gri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuă să plouă. Din fericire viaţa mea e roz. Străzile se transformă într-un deşert de beton. Sufletul meu e o oază roz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vad nici o persoană, umbrelele au disparut şi ele. Oare sunt singurul om încă viu? Singurul om viu care se plimbă de la o clădire gri la alta… Vântul bate puternic, răvăşindu-mi părul. O maşina gri învăluită în ceaţă trece pe lânga mine şi dinăuntru Doamna Moarte îmi face cu mâna. De două ore mă plimb şi nimeni nu a apărut încă pe stradă. Nici măcar ciupercile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picăturile cad, cad, cad… Îmi aud inima bătând. O inimă roz bătând aşa cum îi spun nişte note gri. Sufletul meu îşi deschide aripile şi zboară spre cerul plumburiu, care, dintr-o dată, devine roz. Am reusit să schimb lumea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: FC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1749257354101563586?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1749257354101563586/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-zi-ploioasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1749257354101563586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1749257354101563586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-zi-ploioasa.html' title='O zi ploioasa'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWZPMXluI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E6PSO3CasE0/s72-c/resita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4905846540072716493</id><published>2007-08-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:58:17.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>20 de semne care arata ca ai imbatranit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWL1_W71I/AAAAAAAAAH8/yb_yWt0p9d0/s1600-h/anica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWL1_W71I/AAAAAAAAAH8/yb_yWt0p9d0/s320/anica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290839161213218642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Plantele de acasa traiesc... si nu poti fuma niciuna din ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sex intr-un pat cu mai mult de o persoana este iesit din discutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ai mai multa mancare decat bere in frigider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 6:00 AM este ora la care te trezesti, nu la care te culci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Te uiti la "Vremea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Prietenii tai se casatoresc si divorteaza in loc sa se "combine" si "dezbine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Treci de la 130 de zile de vacanta la 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Blugii si tricourile nu mai inseamna imbracaminte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tu esti acela care suna la politie din cauza copiilor galagiosi din usa vecina care nu vor sa dea mai incet muzica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Rudele mai in varsta se simt confortabil spunand glume despre sex in preajma ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nu mai stii la ce ora se inchide MAX-ul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In loc sa povestesti ce nebunii ai facut ieri, povestesti nebuniile din copilarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Iti hranesti catelul cu mancare dietetica, in loc de ramasite de la burgeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Dormitul pe canapea iti creaza dureri de spate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Te duci la farmacie pentru ibuprofen si antacid, nu pentru prezervative si teste de sarcina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. O sticla de 100.000, (10 RON) de vin, nu mai reprezinta un vin bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Chiar mananci micul dejun la ora micului dejun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. 90% din timpul petrecut in fata unui calculator este pentru munca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bei acasa pentru a economisi banii inainte de a merge intr-un bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Citesti aceasta intreaga lista cautand disperat(a) un semn care nu ti se aplica si nu gasesti nici macar unul pentru a-ti salva tineretea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: FC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4905846540072716493?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4905846540072716493/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-de-semne-care-arata-ca-ai-imbatranit.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4905846540072716493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4905846540072716493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-de-semne-care-arata-ca-ai-imbatranit.html' title='20 de semne care arata ca ai imbatranit'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzWL1_W71I/AAAAAAAAAH8/yb_yWt0p9d0/s72-c/anica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-2749800673242560072</id><published>2007-08-13T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:54:42.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Comedy about f**k</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzVUad8SuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ibrzN8YTvew/s1600-h/simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzVUad8SuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ibrzN8YTvew/s200/simpsons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290838208932498146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the most interesting words in the English language today is the word “f**k”. Out of all the English words that begin with the letter “F”, “f**k” is the only word that is refered to as the “F”-word. It`s the one magical word: just by it, sound can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“F**k”, as most words in the English language, is derived from German, the word “flichen”, which means “to strike”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, “F**k” falls into many grammatical categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) as a transitive verb, for instance: “John f**ked Pamela”;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) as an intransitive verb: “Pamela f**ks”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its meaning is not always sexual, it can be used as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) an adjective, such as: “John is doing all the f**king work”;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) as part of an adverb: “Pamela talks to f**king much”; as an adverb enhancing an adjective: “Pamela is f**king beautiful”;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) as a noun: “I don`t give a f**k”;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) as part of a word: “abso-f**kin`-lutely” or “in-f**kin`-credible”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) and as almost every word in a sentence: “F**k the f**king f**kers!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure must realise there are no many words with the versatility of “f**k”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in these examples describing situations such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fraude: “I got f**ked at the used car”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) dismay: “Oh, f**k it!”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) trouble: “I guess I`m really f**ked now”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) aggression: “Don`t f**k with me, buddy!”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) difficulty: “I don`t understand this f**king question!”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) inquory: ”Who the f**k was that?”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) dissatisfaction: “I don`t like what the f**k is going on here!”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) inconfidence: “He`s a f**k-off!”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) dismissal: “Why don`t you go outside and play hide and go f**k yourself?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m sure you can think of many more examples. With all of this multi-purpose-applications, how can anyone be offended if you use the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say: use this unique, flexible word more often in your daily speech! It will identify the quality of your character immediately. Say it loudly and proudly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**K YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-2749800673242560072?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/2749800673242560072/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/comedy-about-fk.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/2749800673242560072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/2749800673242560072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/comedy-about-fk.html' title='Comedy about f**k'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzVUad8SuI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ibrzN8YTvew/s72-c/simpsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8635784000345216103</id><published>2007-08-04T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:53:23.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Oh, happy day!</title><content type='html'>Am intrat in... transa! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu ma droghez. Dar am inceput sa imi revin (prietenii stiu de ce). Viata incepe sa fie din nou colorata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8635784000345216103?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8635784000345216103/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8635784000345216103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8635784000345216103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh, happy day!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1008252295441229479</id><published>2007-07-03T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:51:53.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Un sfert de secol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzUp4-VtrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8LhEKBLJ8UY/s1600-h/tort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzUp4-VtrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8LhEKBLJ8UY/s200/tort.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290837478387070642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi implinesc 25 de ani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 este varsta la care credeam eu ca voi fi maritata, la casa mea, si cu un copil. Nu a fost sa fie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt singura, departe de casa. Nemaritata (apropo: astazi am fi implinit 4 ani de la logodna...). De copil nu mai zic nimic! Si nu am casa mea (inca), dar sper ca anul viitor o voi avea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa privim partea buna a lucrurilor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- la "Travian" (www.travian.ro), am reusit sa ne aliem cu SPARTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- zilele trecute s-au implinit 15 ani de cand aud (prietenii stiu de ce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dan mi-a dat o veste buna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- la inceputul lui august ma mut in alt apartament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mai sunt 10 ani pana voi avea ziarul meu propriu, cu Herr Thiel ca redactor sef (asa i-am spus cand am terminat cursul de jurna: ca la 35 de ani voi avea ziarul meu:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sunt sanatoasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridic putin stacheta si imi propun sa fiu maritata, la casa mea si cu copil cand implinesc 30 de ani (cu posibilitate de prelungire:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1008252295441229479?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1008252295441229479/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-sfert-de-secol.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1008252295441229479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1008252295441229479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-sfert-de-secol.html' title='Un sfert de secol'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzUp4-VtrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8LhEKBLJ8UY/s72-c/tort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7899601082804305170</id><published>2007-06-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:50:05.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little poems'/><title type='text'>Pacat</title><content type='html'>Bag mana-n buzunar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si gasesc batista ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca te gasesc pe tine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7899601082804305170?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7899601082804305170/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/06/pacat.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7899601082804305170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7899601082804305170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/06/pacat.html' title='Pacat'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1484258107755232123</id><published>2007-05-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:48:51.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Definirea scolii cu ajutorul cartilor</title><content type='html'>O nota buna - Iluzii pierdute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soptitul - Bunele intentii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoala - Casa spiritelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istorie - Secretele trecutului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caietele - Un manuscris de ocazie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota rea - Florile raului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelaria - La rascruce de vanturi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocilarul - Micul Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anii de liceu - Impresii de calatorie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa teza - Lacrimi si sfinti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teza - Misiunea cea mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemele la mate - Enigma Otiliei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectia din care raspunzi - Amintiri din copilarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascultatul - O crima ciudata / Moartea misterioasa a Veronicai Moore / Declaratie de razboi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevul care supravietuieste tezei - Ultimul mohican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota 10 - Marile sperante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacanta - Intoarcerea in Rai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incheierea mediilor - Serbarea groazei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand esti chemat la tabla - Doar Dumnezeu si noi / Din lumea celor care nu cuvanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medie peste 9,50 - Farmecul iluziei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleva de serviciu - Sclava Izaura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inceputul orei de romana - Rugaciune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoala - Inchisoarea noastra cea de toate zilele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latina - Limbajul Mortii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directorul - Antichristul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirigintele - Pacala in satul lui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facutul temelor - In graba mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nota buna la un prof sever - Imblanzirea scorpiei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citirea tezelor de catre prof - Regele se amuza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tezele elevilor - Divina comedie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivarea absentelor - Rosu si negru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiantii - Copiii teribili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predarea lectiei - Zgomotul si furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obtinerea diplomei de bac - Dupa 20 de ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proful de PTP - Croitorasul cel viteaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevii la ora de religie - Omul invizibil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevii si dirigul - Romanii sub Mihai Voievod Viteazul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anii de scoala - Suferintele tanarului Werther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrarile de control - Balade vesele si triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiantul - Un erou al timpului nostru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce scriu elevii la teza - Fabule si istorioare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara inainte de bac - Nopti infrigurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norma de control la sport - Un caz de mutilare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora - Balciul desertaciunilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teza - Calvarul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copiatul - Pacatele tineretelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venirea profului in clasa - Apus de soare / Intunecare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora si pauza - Intuneric si lumina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa bac - Quo vadis, Domine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevul de nota 10 - Un om fericit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrarea de control - D-ale lui Pacala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevul la teza - Moartea caprioarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catalogul - Cartea junglei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevele in ziua de azi - Fecioare despletite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoala - Cimitirul Buna-Vestire / Casa blestemata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora de muzica - Concert din muzica de Bach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examenul de corigenta - Ne intalnim la Judecata de Apoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profa de romana - Spaima zmeilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orele - Comedia magarilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caietele - Romanul adolescentului miop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profa de muzica - Cantareata cheala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolventii - Dupa noi, potopul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri din anii de scoala - Scene din viata de boem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacanta mare - Paradisul pierdut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viitorul elevilor - Ghiceste-mi in cafea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tezele - Florile hazului si gradina snoavelor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inceputul vacantei - La rasarit de Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevul la raspuns - Bietul Ioanide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absentele - Un studiu in rosu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirigul - Zburatorul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profa de mate - Diavolul pe dealuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuniunile - Cum petrec calugarii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timpul tezei - Un veac de singuratate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrarile de control - Scrieri filosofice alese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fituica - Calauza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoala - Padurea spanzuratilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fituicile - Prieteni de nadejde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(copyright: BPH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1484258107755232123?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1484258107755232123/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/05/definirea-scolii-cu-ajutorul-cartilor.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1484258107755232123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1484258107755232123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/05/definirea-scolii-cu-ajutorul-cartilor.html' title='Definirea scolii cu ajutorul cartilor'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5440525598495396711</id><published>2007-05-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:46:20.193-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Letzter Liebesbrief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzTWl-LpqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zW9yRriuBrI/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzTWl-LpqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zW9yRriuBrI/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290836047356995234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich habe einen Schatz gefunden,&lt;br /&gt;und er trägt deinen Namen.&lt;br /&gt;So wunderschön und wertvoll&lt;br /&gt;und mit keinem Geld der Welt zu bezahlen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du schläfst neben mir ein,&lt;br /&gt;ich kann dich die ganze Nacht betrachten,&lt;br /&gt;sehn wie du schläfst,&lt;br /&gt;hörn wie du atmest,&lt;br /&gt;bis wir am Morgen erwachen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du hast es wieder mal geschafft,&lt;br /&gt;mir den Atem zu rauben.&lt;br /&gt;Wenn du neben mir liegst,&lt;br /&gt;dann kann ich es kaum glauben,&lt;br /&gt;dass jemand wie ich&lt;br /&gt;so was schönes wie dich verdient hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dein Lachen macht süchtig,&lt;br /&gt;fast so als wär es nicht von dieser Erde.&lt;br /&gt;Auch wenn deine Nähe Gift wär,&lt;br /&gt;ich würd bei dir sein solange bis ich sterbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dein Verlassen würde Welten zerstören,&lt;br /&gt;doch daran will ich nicht denken.&lt;br /&gt;Viel zu schön ist es mit dir,&lt;br /&gt;wenn wir uns gegenseitig Liebe schenken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betank mich mit Kraft,&lt;br /&gt;nimm mir die Zweifel von den Augen,&lt;br /&gt;erzähl mir 1.000 Lügen,&lt;br /&gt;ich würd sie dir alle glauben.&lt;br /&gt;Doch ein Zweifel bleibt,&lt;br /&gt;dass ich jemand wie dich verdient hab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn sich mein Leben überschlägt,&lt;br /&gt;bist du die Ruhe und die Zuflucht,&lt;br /&gt;weil alles was du mir gibst,&lt;br /&gt;einfach so unendlich gut tut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich rastlos bin,&lt;br /&gt;bist du die Reise ohne Ende,&lt;br /&gt;deshalb leg ich meine kleine große Welt&lt;br /&gt;in deine schützenden Hände.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist,&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst&lt;br /&gt;Ich vergess den Rest der Welt,&lt;br /&gt;wenn du bei mir bist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du bist das Beste was mir je passiert ist,&lt;br /&gt;es tut so gut wie du mich liebst.&lt;br /&gt;Ich sag’s dir viel zu selten,&lt;br /&gt;es ist schön, dass es dich gibt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich sag’s dir viel zu selten,&lt;br /&gt;es ist schön, dass es dich gibt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Text: Silbermond - Das Beste)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5440525598495396711?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5440525598495396711/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/05/letzter-liebesbrief.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5440525598495396711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5440525598495396711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/05/letzter-liebesbrief.html' title='Letzter Liebesbrief'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzTWl-LpqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zW9yRriuBrI/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4721399858551644053</id><published>2007-04-16T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:44:51.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Seventh Hell Reloaded</title><content type='html'>Ok, am facut testul din nou, raspunzand doar asa cum ar vrea un adevarat fanatic al Bibliei sa raspund. Am pus aproape peste tot "nu", doar la intrebarile de genul "Do you believe in God" am spus "da".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tot nu ajung in rai! Am ajuns "doar" in purgatoriu. E lumea asta atat de rea incat nu mai ajunge nimeni in rai? Sau faptul ca am scris ca-s "female" (De ce e asta prima intrebare?) imi pune deja pe frunte stampila cu "Sinner"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4721399858551644053?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4721399858551644053/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/04/seventh-hell-reloaded.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4721399858551644053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4721399858551644053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/04/seventh-hell-reloaded.html' title='Seventh Hell Reloaded'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5381565910508140088</id><published>2007-04-16T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:43:52.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Seventh Heaven / Seventh Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzSvhi5WyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q7dtDGiCgXQ/s1600-h/hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzSvhi5WyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q7dtDGiCgXQ/s320/hell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290835376153910050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na super! M-a innebunit Bianca sa imi fac un test, care cica iti arata unde ajungi dupa moarte: in rai, in purgatoriu sau in iad (impartirea este preluata de la Dante).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca neaparat vreti sa stiti: eu ajung in al 7-lea nivel de iad! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asta doar pentru ca am raspuns sincer: imi place mancarea, visez sa am o viata frumoasa, nu le dau bani cersetorilor si nu reciclez hartia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei, daca ar fi stiut Dante unde ajunge Beatrice!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma consolez cu gandul ca tot in level 7 se afla si Alexandru cel Mare si hunul Attila :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zu Risiken und Nebenwirkungen fragen Sie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5381565910508140088?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5381565910508140088/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/04/seventh-heaven-seventh-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5381565910508140088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5381565910508140088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/04/seventh-heaven-seventh-hell.html' title='Seventh Heaven / Seventh Hell'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzSvhi5WyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q7dtDGiCgXQ/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-3965285890455833066</id><published>2007-04-13T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:41:37.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de multa vreme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost plecata acasa, unde mi-am petrecut Pastele. Am mancat toata ziua miel, branza, ceapa verde si oua rosii, am dormit, am iesit cu prietenii in oras, am slabit un kilogram (ciudat, nu?) si... cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revenit la Berlin, unde mananc toata ziua cereale, salata si legume fierte, dorm destul de putin, nu prea ies din casa, ma ingras (din nou ciudat...) si.... cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci... nimic interesant in viata mea. Abia astept sa ma intorc acasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-3965285890455833066?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/3965285890455833066/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/04/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3965285890455833066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/3965285890455833066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/04/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4392501790756264817</id><published>2007-03-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:41:03.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Aventura continua :)</title><content type='html'>Am aflat astazi ca mi s-a gasit geanta furata. Camera foto si mobilul nu erau inauntru, desigur. Dar erau... actele colegei mele. Se pare ca hotii i-au bagat si ei mana in geanta (care era intre-deschisa) si i-au furat actele. Nici ea nu si-a dat seama de acest lucru pana astazi dimineata, cand a fost sunata sa mearga dupa acte :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzie: ii felicit pe hotii plini de bun-simt - daca nu puneau actele in geanta, nu s-ar fi stiut niciodata ca este a mea si nu as fi recuperat-o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4392501790756264817?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4392501790756264817/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/aventura-continua.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4392501790756264817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4392501790756264817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/aventura-continua.html' title='Aventura continua :)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1691934280899101320</id><published>2007-03-26T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:40:28.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Cum a implinit Europa 50 de ani</title><content type='html'>Daca Dan sarbatorea zilele trecute ziua de nastere a doamnei Monferrato (Alles Gute inca o data), eu am fost ieri sa sarbatoresc ziua Europei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sarbatorit-o de la 14.30 pana la 22.00, la standul (respectiv cortul) Romaniei. Multa lume, foarte multe persoane interesate. Au mai fost si ciudati: unul ma tot intreba de Frankenstein, altul imi spunea sa-i transmit ministrului turismului ca preturile pentru cazare in Romania sunt mult prea mari. Am zambit, am impacat pe toata lumea, am impartit brosuri si pahare cu vinuri de Jidvei si Murfatlar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candva a trecut si Cristi Nistor (ex-proful nostru de mate) pe la standul Romaniei, impreuna cu o clasa de elevi de la Lenau. Au baut niste vin, au luat brosuri pentru Gastfamilien, apoi au plecat sa-l vada pe Joe Cocker in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara, am facut poze cu artificiile albastre si galbene si cu Joe Cocker, in timpul super-mediatizatului "concert" (adica a cantat 2 melodii....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara "tarzie", ca sa-i spun asa, mi-am petrecut-o la politie: ni s-a taiat cortul si mi s-a furat geanta! Adica diferite chestii (de genul Handy si camera foto) in valoare totala de aproximativ 350 de euro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politistii imi spun ca se mai intampla, sunt multi drogati si alcoolici care fura genti, din care iau doar banii si apoi le arunca. Ma intreb de ce mi-au furat geanta, cand langa ea se aflau cateva sticle cu vin autentic romanesc.... Si niste cutii cu brosuri despre Sibiu - capitala culturala europeana 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa am sarbatorit eu Europa. Am ramas cu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bucurie ca lumea s-a interesat de Romania si ca Zelt-ul Romaniei a fost toata ziua arhiplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uimire ca am dat acolo de o clasa din Lenau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- impresia ca Joe Cocker este un snob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dezamagire privind artificiile, care au durat putin si nu au fost tocmai grozave (e mai fain de Revelion, in Piata Operei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- un ou incondeiat, primit de la o doamna care vindea "rumänische Ostereier" la standul nostru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai zic nimic de nervii, frustrarea si deceptia totala cauzate de furtul gentii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: As fi vrut sa postez si o poza cu Joe Cocker, dar nu pot face asta din motive evidente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1691934280899101320?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1691934280899101320/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/cum-implinit-europa-50-de-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1691934280899101320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1691934280899101320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/cum-implinit-europa-50-de-ani.html' title='Cum a implinit Europa 50 de ani'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7641746385591899537</id><published>2007-03-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:39:03.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Daca as fi...</title><content type='html'>... un elf, m-ar chema Trixie Helper sau Fuzzy Candy Cane Lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un spiridus, m-ar chema Tweedle Greentooth, Sneaky Luckleaf sau Sniffles Whiskeybreath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in Scandinavia, m-as numi Signa Tayte sau Gefjun Elin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in Rusia, m-as numi Lanassa Ksana Novikov sau Olechka Mischa Smirnov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in Statele Unite, m-as numi Betty Lynn Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... irlandeza, numele meu ar fi Izett O'Farrell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... androgin, m-as numi Meredith Quentin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o prajitura, as fi un tort de ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hipiot, m-as numi River sau Tiger Lilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un/o drag queen, m-as numi Pussy Galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...un ornament in bradul de Craciun, as fi un inger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in Germania, m-as numit Gisela Ingeborg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o celebritate, mi-as numi copilul Amandine Takoma sau Poet Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o englezoaica aristocrata, m-as numi Cecily Aynesworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... vampir, m-as numi Athene of Transsylvania sau Demeter of Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un wrestler, numele meu ar fi Mistress Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o opera de arta, as fi pictura "Landscapes with Butterflies" a lui Dali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pirat, m-as numi Skull Crusher One Eye sau Black Sweet Waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un presedinte american, as fi Ronald Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... actrita, numele meu ar fi Pizza Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un desert, m-as numi Haribo Choco Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un personaj din Star Wars, numele meu ar fi Beasha Prefla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in anii 1950, m-as numi Connie Anita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... stripteuza, pseudonimul meu ar fi Bunny, Tempest, Nectar sau Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un X-Man, as fi Mistique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... italianca, m-as numi Alissa Lombardi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in Mexico, m-as numi Dona Aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un personaj din desene animate, as fi Marge Simpson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o colinda, as fi "Jingle Bell Rock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in anii 1920, m-as numi Ione Rozella sau Margarette Maxie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un monstru, m-as numi Infamous Ogre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... rapper, m-as numi Sexxie Bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... un cocktail, as fi Bloody Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nascuta in Japonia, m-as numi Sue Shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o brazilianca fierbinte, numele meu ar fi Anna Beatriz Montenegro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... frantuzoaica, m-as numi Dominique Chalon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... actrita in filme xxx, m-as numi Amanda Golick sau Ivanna C. Cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observatie: Chestiile astea nu sunt scrise de mine, ci stabilite stiintific prin teste, teste si iar teste! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7641746385591899537?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7641746385591899537/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/daca-as-fi.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7641746385591899537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7641746385591899537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/daca-as-fi.html' title='Daca as fi...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7852124308114292530</id><published>2007-03-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:38:27.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Oripilata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzRf11ZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l6mI88fd8dY/s1600-h/oripilata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzRf11ZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l6mI88fd8dY/s200/oripilata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290834007210702226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambata seara: fac slalom, ca de obicei, printre diferite emisiuni si filme de la tv. Dintr-o data, raman oripilata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doua "don'soare", asa... pe la vreo 60 de ani, imbracate in Dirndl roz, jodeln de mama focului pe ARD. Pana aici nimic chiar atat de rau. Dar: in jurul lor, topaie dupa o coregrafie moderno-boyband-ista niste tinerei imbracati numai in Lederhosen! Si de parca nu ar fi destul, la finalul melodiei, tinereii respectivi isi mai si baga capul sub fustele don'soarelor. Sunt oripilata de atata prost-gust! Credeam ca numai Andreea Banica poate fi atat de vulgara pe ecran!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Intre timp am aflat ca cele 2 don'soare sunt mama si fiica, cica de mai mult de 40 de ani canta impreuna :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(google: Maria und Margot Hellwig)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7852124308114292530?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7852124308114292530/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/oripilata.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7852124308114292530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7852124308114292530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/oripilata.html' title='Oripilata!'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzRf11ZtZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/l6mI88fd8dY/s72-c/oripilata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6939724904178585447</id><published>2007-03-15T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:36:27.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Dacia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzRBUSv2KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jmarQDsHNns/s1600-h/dacia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzRBUSv2KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jmarQDsHNns/s320/dacia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290833482810906786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt tare mandra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut pana acum cel putin 4 Dacii Logan in Berlin! (Una chiar avea numar B EA ....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus: in fiecare seara se dau la televizor reclame la noua Dacia Logan Combi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazit: Suntem mici, dar crestem si cucerim lumea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru o gramada de informatii despre Dacia (modele acutale si modele mai vechi) intrati pe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dacia_(Auto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dacia.de/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6939724904178585447?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6939724904178585447/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/dacia.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6939724904178585447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6939724904178585447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2009/01/dacia.html' title='Dacia'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzRBUSv2KI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jmarQDsHNns/s72-c/dacia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4327253400058681629</id><published>2007-03-06T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:35:20.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Liste, liste, liste...</title><content type='html'>Ca in Caras-Severin exista inainte o localitate numita Cacova, stim. Dar stiati de localitatea Checichehata? Sau de Zapârţ (varianta autohtona a lui The Fart) si Varumloc (poate Wurmloch?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate aveti chef sa cititi cate ceva despre insulele care exista in Romania (sau existau, de exemplu Ada Kaleh)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multe, multe liste cu tot felul de chestii despre Romania gasiti pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Categorie:Liste_legate_de_Rom%C3%A2nia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4327253400058681629?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4327253400058681629/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/liste-liste-liste.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4327253400058681629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4327253400058681629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/03/liste-liste-liste.html' title='Liste, liste, liste...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7611403798907693394</id><published>2007-02-26T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:34:22.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>"Mai are ma-ta multi din-astia ca tine acasa?" (Nicola online!)</title><content type='html'>Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trait s-o vad si pe asta! Am gasit-o pe Nicola (aka profa de romana) pe hi5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru cateva secunde chiar am crezut ca s-o fi modernizat si si-a facut pagina de net, dar am constatat ca nu e ea: se observa ca pozele sunt trucate (desi discret...) si cel care a facut pagina ar trebui sa stie ca Nicola nu mai fumeaza, de cand cu problemele de sanatate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, jos palaria! Frumos lucrat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7611403798907693394?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7611403798907693394/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/mai-are-ma-ta-multi-din-astia-ca-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7611403798907693394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7611403798907693394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/mai-are-ma-ta-multi-din-astia-ca-tine.html' title='&quot;Mai are ma-ta multi din-astia ca tine acasa?&quot; (Nicola online!)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5000455235732079850</id><published>2007-02-23T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:32:47.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectura la sfarist de saptamana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzQLuF776I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zPxMRVpgvKs/s1600-h/delacroix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzQLuF776I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zPxMRVpgvKs/s200/delacroix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290832562023559074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca nu a mai dat de mult nici un semn de viata (nici pe pagina mea, nici pe a ei). In speranta ca a terminat sesiunea, ii transmit ei - dar si celorlalte persoane care nu au prea mult de lucru in week-end - o adresa de net unde se pot gasi lucrari literare complete, gratis (dar in limba engleza). Deci: daca aveti chef de un "Faust" (de exemplu), intrati pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://onlinebooks.library.upenn.edu/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Delacroix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5000455235732079850?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5000455235732079850/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/lectura-la-sfarist-de-saptamana.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5000455235732079850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5000455235732079850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/lectura-la-sfarist-de-saptamana.html' title='Lectura la sfarist de saptamana'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzQLuF776I/AAAAAAAAAHE/zPxMRVpgvKs/s72-c/delacroix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1615448459489559330</id><published>2007-02-22T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:53:45.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Bucle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzjEBOv3qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPuNB0TqIpA/s1600-h/bucle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzjEBOv3qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPuNB0TqIpA/s200/bucle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853320442764962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi, a venit un tip la institut, voia sa isi ia programul pe luna februarie. Avea parul lung, negru si cret. S-a aplecat deasupra mesei, sa isi noteze adresa de e-mail, pentru a primi newsletter-ul nostru. O suvita creata i-a alunecat usor de pe umar si a ramas asa... atarnata in aer... Din reflex, mi-a venit sa imi bag degetul in spirala formata de par, sa fac suvita aceea sa mi se incolaceasca pe deget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. avea parul lung, negru si cret. Mi-as fi bagat toata ziua mainile in parul lui, dar nu ma lasa: avea parul atat de des si rotocoalele alea atat de nebune si te intortocheate, incat probabil as fi ramas cu mana acolo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca voi ramane marcata pe viata de parul lung, negru si cret, la baieti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Adi, daca citesti aceste randuri - te rog sa NU iti lasi parul lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desen: Streaming Curls - Martha W. Pennington&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1615448459489559330?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1615448459489559330/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/bucle.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1615448459489559330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1615448459489559330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/bucle.html' title='Bucle...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzjEBOv3qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LPuNB0TqIpA/s72-c/bucle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5679391125399649416</id><published>2007-02-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:31:31.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Boneless Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzP3yXG59I/AAAAAAAAAG8/aThU9ktgszw/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzP3yXG59I/AAAAAAAAAG8/aThU9ktgszw/s320/girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290832219571939282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit de curand un joc total stupid, fara nici un fel de logica sau scop. Nu trebuie facut aproape nimic (stai si te uiti, eventual ajuti fata cand se "blocheaza"). Dar e foarte lustig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jocuri-gratuite.ro/jocuri-online/Jocuri_Haioase/Boneless_Girl.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5679391125399649416?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5679391125399649416/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/boneless-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5679391125399649416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5679391125399649416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/boneless-girl.html' title='Boneless Girl'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzP3yXG59I/AAAAAAAAAG8/aThU9ktgszw/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-9049910044032348043</id><published>2007-02-19T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:30:14.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Noroc in dragoste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzPkUdcziI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8wte1e_nvr0/s1600-h/nunta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzPkUdcziI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8wte1e_nvr0/s200/nunta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290831885127962146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum saptamana trecuta a fost Ziua Indragostitilor, peste tot au fost postate reclame legate de dragoste. Tot cautand eu pe internet diverse chestii, am dat - pe muuulte site-uri - de o reclama la pagina de net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lovetest.com/numerology.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial ti se spune ca trebuie sa treci numele tau si numele partenerului. Ca sa afli, cica, daca te potrivesti cu partenerul tau sau nu. Nu am socotit nimic. Nu din cine stie ce motive filosofice, ci din unul foarte practic: trebuia sa trec acolo adresa de mail, ca sa primesc raspunsul. No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, pana acum nimic foarte spectaculos. DAR - partea cea mai interesanta a chestiei asteia: la rubrica unde trebuie scris numele partenerului, poti trece 5 parteneri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wieso? Weshalb? Warum? - Da bleibt die Bea stumm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-9049910044032348043?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/9049910044032348043/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/noroc-in-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9049910044032348043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/9049910044032348043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/noroc-in-dragoste.html' title='Noroc in dragoste'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzPkUdcziI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8wte1e_nvr0/s72-c/nunta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6585939998340858539</id><published>2007-02-15T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:28:15.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Autobuzul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzPGYnxarI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mZYsAFNwBvc/s1600-h/bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 103px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzPGYnxarI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mZYsAFNwBvc/s200/bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290831370848922290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In America, bietii copilasi de varsta prescolara dau un test, iar una dintre intrebari este urmatoarea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priviti imaginea alaturata. In ce directie merge autobuzul? Spre stanga sau spre dreapta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspunsul la intrebarea de mai sus si alte jocuri de gandire gasiti pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.seniorenfreundlich.de/pisa-test.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6585939998340858539?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6585939998340858539/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/autobuzul.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6585939998340858539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6585939998340858539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/autobuzul.html' title='Autobuzul'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzPGYnxarI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mZYsAFNwBvc/s72-c/bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7442292014475601713</id><published>2007-02-14T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:49:53.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Despre mine'/><title type='text'>Doi ani fara Bobo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWziExK-8nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4J0Nt0eTnrg/s1600-h/bobo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWziExK-8nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4J0Nt0eTnrg/s200/bobo2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290852233800249970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautam putin mai devreme ceva pe pagina Ralucai. Nu mai stiu ce cautam, important este ce am gasit. Am gasit un text despre un prieten de-al ei, care a murit in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am amintit de Bobo. Zilele trecute, s-au implinit 2 ani de cand a murit si el. Ca si anul trecut, voiam sa il rog pe Dacian sa mearga pana la cimitir, sa ii puna o floare pe mormant, din partea mea. Dar stiam ca nu o va face. In afara de inmormantare, nu s-a dus niciodata la mormantul lui Bobo. Cred ca (inca) nu poate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobo era cel mai bun prieten al fratelui meu. Eu il respectam foarte mult din doua motive, dintre care unul poate parea ciudat. In primul rand, l-am apreciat pentru faptul ca, desi avea numai 20-21 de ani, isi infiintase firma, se implica, era plin de viata. Spre diferenta de ceilalti baieti din cartierul nostru, care se bucurau, probabil, de statutul de student si il foloseau ca pe o scuza pentru a trandavi toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua treaba care stiu ca m-a impresionat la el: purta sandale. Stiu, suna comic... Dar chiar era singurul din "Mircea" (cartierul Mircea cel Batran) care purta sandale. Desi ceilalti baieti mai radeau uneori de el, nu se jena sa le poarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc putine despre el. Mai stiu doar cum am mers, impreuna cu Flavius, la Bobo acasa, sa discutam despre realizarea unei pagini de net. Bobo isi infiintase de curand firma Equillon, care facea pagini de internet, iar noua ne trebuia un site pentru firma noastra. Stateam acolo, in gradina lui Bobo (el, Cristi - asociatul sau, Flavius si cu mine), fumam, beam un suc si discutam despre afaceri. Copii entuziasmati, care - la 20 de ani - nici nu stiau ce-i aia o chitanta, dar aveau deja firmele lor puse pe picioare. De altfel, nick-ul lui Bobo pe net era el_poate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cateva zile inainte de accidentul lui, mama lui Bobo si-a dat demisia de la locul de munca: Bobo i-a spus ca nu mai trebuie sa lucreze, ca de acum intretine el familia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi mai amintesc ca mi-a aratat camera lui, o camera plina de chestii mov, de culoarea echipei Poli. Era mare fan, cred ca cel mai mare. Mai ales dupa moartea lui, s-a nascut "legenda Bobo"... Cica a mers candva cu bicicleta pana la Bucuresti, ca sa vada un meci intre Poli si ceva echipa din capitala. (Daca v-ati intrebat vreodata de ce site-ul Inspectoratului Scolar Judetean a fost cativa ani buni violet: Bobo l-a facut asa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu am fost la inmormantare, fiindca tocmai plecam in Germania. Nu am putut fi, atunci, aproape de fratele meu si ma urasc pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu doar ca, atunci cand am urcat in trenul spre Bucuresti, pornindu-mi calatoria spre Berlin si spre patru ani de departare de casa, m-am uitat scurt spre cer si l-am rugat: "Bobo, ajuta-ma!" Il rugasem deja sa faca asta atunci cand am dat examenul la Minister, la 1-2 zile dupa decesul lui - si m-a ajutat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socul cel mai mare l-am avut anul trecut, cand am primit o invitatie pe Hi5: "Bobo wants to be your friend" sau ceva de genul. Era o pagina facuta de fratele lui, daca nu ma insel. Dar scrisa asa cum ar fi scris-o Bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un blog pe bune al lui se gaseste la http://el-poate.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai gasit candva, imediat dupa accidentul lui, o alta pagina pe care scria. In mod ciudat, ultimele randuri pe care le-a scris au fost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si de-o fi si eu sa mor/ Nu vreau sa va inrtistati/ sa cantait si sa jucati/ PANA_N ZORI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(copiat cu greselile si caps lock-urile scrise de el)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc, Bobo, fiindca mi-ai aratat ca nu trebuie sa-mi fie rusine sa fiu asa cum sunt (chiar daca port sandale...). Iti multumesc pentru entuziasmul tau, pentru increderea in tine, pentru dragostea de viata... Lasa, ne vedem peste cateva zeci de ani. Stam din nou la o tigara, acolo sus (ca doar trebuie sa se nasca si norii cumva) si iti multumesc personal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7442292014475601713?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7442292014475601713/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/doi-ani-fara-bobo.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7442292014475601713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7442292014475601713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/doi-ani-fara-bobo.html' title='Doi ani fara Bobo'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWziExK-8nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/4J0Nt0eTnrg/s72-c/bobo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7835649755518192357</id><published>2007-02-14T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:26:57.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>14 februarie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzOvjjpYSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yEzVL8Steec/s1600-h/resita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzOvjjpYSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yEzVL8Steec/s320/resita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290830978647417122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apropo de 14 februarie, care vine dupa 13 februarie: ieri cica s-a sarbatorit in Franta Sf. Beatrice. Era dragut din partea voastra daca imi spuneati un amarat de "La multi ani!" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) Just jokin', wtf stia ce s-a sarbatorit ieri in Franta!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa revenim la 14 februarie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna am zis ca sunt schimbatoare ca vremea: cand e soare, sunt vesela, iar cand ploua sunt obosita si nu am chef de nimic. Azi, din nou, vremea e sora cu mine (daca tot e codrul frate cu romanul....): e o zi rece, atmosfera e apasatoare, cerul e innorat..... Iar la mine e primul 14 februarie fara EL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De 14 februarie nu se ureaza chestii (adica nu trimitem felicitari, ca de Craciun sau de Paste), totusi as vrea sa va urez tuturor ceva: sa petreceti o zi minunata, alaturi de persoana iubita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem in 15!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: FC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7835649755518192357?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7835649755518192357/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/14-februarie.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7835649755518192357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7835649755518192357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/14-februarie.html' title='14 februarie...'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzOvjjpYSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yEzVL8Steec/s72-c/resita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-1961061945097229800</id><published>2007-02-13T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:25:35.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Marti, 13 (bine ca nu e vineri)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzOa35IXiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/myYwtI9wRyQ/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzOa35IXiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/myYwtI9wRyQ/s200/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290830623328984610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca tot e marti 13, o zi cu ghinion (dar un ghinion mai mic decat vineri 13), va spun cateva pagini unde aflati totul despre cifra 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreizehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://psychologieblog.de/2007-01-22/die-magie-der-zahlen/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.heiligenlexikon.de/Glossar/Zahlenmystik.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Ioan Paul II a murit, conform informstiilor date publicitatii, in 02.04.2005, la ora 21.37. Suma cifrelor care formeaza data: 2+4+2+5=6+7=13, suma cifrelor care formeaza ora: 21.37: 3+10=13 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a murit in cea de-a 13-a saptamana a anului,&lt;br /&gt;- a murit in cea de-a 13-a zi dupa solstitiul de primavara,&lt;br /&gt;- a fost papa 9.665 de zile. Suma cifrelor = 26 = 2 x 13,&lt;br /&gt;- pe stema personala avea trecuta litera M, a 13-a din alfabet,&lt;br /&gt;- a murit la 1300 de zile dupa atentatul din 11 septembrie 2001.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-1961061945097229800?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/1961061945097229800/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/marti-13-bine-ca-nu-e-vineri.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1961061945097229800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/1961061945097229800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/marti-13-bine-ca-nu-e-vineri.html' title='Marti, 13 (bine ca nu e vineri)'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzOa35IXiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/myYwtI9wRyQ/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-7754753752603906209</id><published>2007-02-08T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:22:15.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Supa de pateu cu taitei-dinozaur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzNr5DqzcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iqUODM8CKPE/s1600-h/dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzNr5DqzcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iqUODM8CKPE/s200/dino.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290829816187768258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram inca la inceput, cred ca era prin aprilie 2003. Ne-am gandit noi sa mergem la Sasca, sa fim singuri, romantic, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inceput nu a fost foarte romantic, pentru ca hornul casei era "blocat": dupa ce am inghitit o portie buna de fum, am constatat ca nu putem face focul (pana la urma s-a rezolvat cumva si treaba asta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiti si voi cum e la inceput: plutesti in al x-lea cer si nu te mai gandesti la nimic. Probabil ca nici noi nu ne-am gandit la prea multe, avand in vedere ca ne-am luat ca mancare: ulei, taitei in forma de dinozauri (cine o mai fi inventat si asa ceva?!?), cateva conserve de pateu, probabil ceva paine. Si cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa trecem mai departe: ne apuca foamea, asa ca ne punem sa "gatim". Stiam eu ca mancasem candva galusti (sau galuste) cu ficat, care mi-au placut la nebunie. Si ce ma gandesc eu: hai sa fac supa cu pateu (avand in vedere ca nu aveam legume sau ceva de genul....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va puteti inchipui ca supa aia a iesit oribila: un lichid ciudat, de o culoare scarboasa (dupa ce se dizolvase pateul in apa), si cu dinozauri din aluat, care pluteau linistiti in farfurie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omul meu (ce-mi place cum suna!) a mancat doua farfurii de "supa de pateu". Eu nu am mancat nici macar una. Concluzie: A facut multe lucruri dragute pentru mine, dar cred ca asta e unul dintre cele mai frumoase. Si, cu siguranta, cel mai ciudat si greu de facut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Intre timp considera ca gatesc foarte, foarte bine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-7754753752603906209?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/7754753752603906209/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/supa-de-pateu-cu-taitei-dinozaur.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7754753752603906209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/7754753752603906209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/supa-de-pateu-cu-taitei-dinozaur.html' title='Supa de pateu cu taitei-dinozaur'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzNr5DqzcI/AAAAAAAAAGU/iqUODM8CKPE/s72-c/dino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-4111999366029494114</id><published>2007-02-08T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:21:13.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Vremea la Berlin: 8 februarie 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzNgyma4vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q8BZpTbO1vY/s1600-h/hidro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzNgyma4vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q8BZpTbO1vY/s320/hidro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290829625475916530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-nceput de ieri sa cada&lt;br /&gt;Cite-un fulg, acum a stat,&lt;br /&gt;Norii s-au mai razbunat&lt;br /&gt;Spre apus, dar stau gramada&lt;br /&gt;Peste... Stadt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-4111999366029494114?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/4111999366029494114/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/vremea-la-berlin-8-februarie-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4111999366029494114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/4111999366029494114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/vremea-la-berlin-8-februarie-2007.html' title='Vremea la Berlin: 8 februarie 2007'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzNgyma4vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/q8BZpTbO1vY/s72-c/hidro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-5778327553272041316</id><published>2007-02-06T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:17:45.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De corazon'/><title type='text'>Bobo - mereu aproape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzMcdwl31I/AAAAAAAAAGE/7CT0YnGTfXI/s1600-h/bobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzMcdwl31I/AAAAAAAAAGE/7CT0YnGTfXI/s200/bobo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290828451650330450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa a trecut un an....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri în Mehala a fost îngropat un destin violet cu sfîrşit violent. Peste alaiul care l-a petrecut pe Bogdan Silviu Grădină s-au împrăştiat versuri şi s-au auzit cîntece. Într-o alchimie funebră, de dincolo sau de aici, Radu Gyr, Brian May şi Marius Ghilezan au păzit un corp rece, ale cărui douăsprezece grame de suflet cald se ridicaseră ca un abur, cu puţine zile în urmă, pe Calea Lugojului. Bobo a închis conturile cu lumea asta şi a dus cu sine vise terciuite, flăcări mineralizate şi un fîlfîit de steag. Dar iată că în urma lui se desluşesc şoapte şi cresc acordurile unei chitare patetice. Căci visul, aflăm acum, e neconfiscabil, aşa cum spun toţi cei care plîng pe rănile făcute cu hîrleţul în pămînt. Prietenii s-au strîns şi au rostit cu scrîşnet de măsele şi pumnii uzi o strofă care apasă, sufocă şi la sfîrşit eliberează: "Înfrînt nu eşti atunci cînd sîngeri, / Nici cînd ochii în lacrimi ţi-s, / Adevăratele înfrîngeri / Sînt renunţările la vis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Însă nu doar poezia pansează durerea morţii, ci şi muzica. În secundele cînd strigă spre cer "Only the good die young", Brian May scotoceşte după amintirea lui Freddie Mercury. Numai că nimeni nu ne împiedică să acoperim cu adevărul acesta trist şi sicriul lui Bobo. "Only the good die young" e preludiul şi pînă la urmă premisa unei queentesenţe fundamentale: "The show must go on". Într-o traducere mai liberă decît îngăduie buchea cărţii, asta înseamnă de fapt "Şi de-o fi şi eu să mor, / Nu vreau să vă întristaţi./ Să cîntaţi şi să jucaţi / Pînă-n zori." Căci există momente cînd obida e transfrontalieră, iar Cargo poate să continue ceea ce începuse Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe site-ul www.cvucs.ro, Bobo pipăie o ţigară şi pare dus cu gîndul aiurea. Poate că recompune o fază sau aşteaptă să se strîngă trupa. N-avem de unde şti. Dar ceva îţi dă impresia unui teribil deja-vu. Radu Gyr? Un fond violet? Un prim-plan de polist? O poveste cu zei şi farisei? Cercul se închide prea lin ca să fie doar rodul unei coincidenţe. Aşa că te duci în bibliotecă, scoţi "Furia" lui Marius Ghilezan, o răsfoieşti şi te uiţi pe copertă. De pe ea te priveşte un tînăr care ţine un steag în culorile echipei, pîndind începerea meciului, cu o postură de soldat model la marea paradă. Are cagulă, aşa că nu-ţi dai seama dacă e sau nu Bobo. În schimb, celelalte borne sînt acolo, implorîndu-te să nu te faci că nu le vezi . Şi mareea violet din tribune, şi versurile lui Radu Gyr, şi freamătul răzvrătit al Timişoarei împotriva otrăvitorilor de iluzii. O ameţeală dulce-amar pune stăpînire pe tine, semn că declicul s-a produs. Iar în clipa aceea te fulgeră un gînd pe care nici nu cutezi să-l rosteşti în diateză postumă: şi dacă totuşi e el? (Articol de Radu Paraschivescu, 10.02.2006)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-5778327553272041316?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/5778327553272041316/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/bobo-mereu-aproape.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5778327553272041316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/5778327553272041316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/bobo-mereu-aproape.html' title='Bobo - mereu aproape'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzMcdwl31I/AAAAAAAAAGE/7CT0YnGTfXI/s72-c/bobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-8088489002943409362</id><published>2007-02-02T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:15:40.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>S-a-ntors lumea pe dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzMNaysygI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kVtEmz4zZHk/s1600-h/fluture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzMNaysygI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kVtEmz4zZHk/s320/fluture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290828193155828226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dimineata, intru in biroul sefului meu si il gasesc lucrand la calculator, cu monitorul pus invers (adica cu susul in jos). Hmmm.... Si imi explica el ca i s-a "intors" desktop-ul, ma intreaba daca stiu sa "repar" calculatorul, etc., etc.... Ma scarpin si eu in cap, ma gandesc ca a luat-o asta "razna", ma gandeam ca asa ceva nu se poate, ca are halucinatii, ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar: computerul chiar "e pe invers"! Sunam la colega de la IT, colega e in concediu. Sunam atunci la cunoscuti din tara. Ca sa ne spuna o chestie total penibila: faza asta s-a intamplat pentru ca seful a clickat gresit pe ceva. Interesant este ce urmeaza: click-ul ala a fost pe o iconita din dreapta, in partea de jos a ecranului. Unde este un programel (sau ce e ala) la care ii spune "Intel Graphics Media nu-stiu-cum" si care cu asta se ocupa: sa intoarca desktop-ul cu capul in jos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb si eu, acuma, pentru ce Dumnezeu o fi inventat cineva asa ceva? I mean.... om fi noi din tara lui Dracula, dar chiar nu lucram atarnati de tavan ca liliecii.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Desktop-ul meu, cu sageata spre programelul ala ciudat :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-8088489002943409362?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/8088489002943409362/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/s-ntors-lumea-pe-dos.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8088489002943409362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/8088489002943409362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/02/s-ntors-lumea-pe-dos.html' title='S-a-ntors lumea pe dos'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzMNaysygI/AAAAAAAAAF8/kVtEmz4zZHk/s72-c/fluture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5092311934202925816.post-6796508630984953359</id><published>2007-01-29T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:12:52.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Vremea: 29 ianuarie 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzLjbh6WVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aTh8kwqzl3o/s1600-h/lac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzLjbh6WVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aTh8kwqzl3o/s320/lac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290827471799343442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iarna s-a lasat mult asteptata, dar a venit pana la urma. Chiar daca a poposit pe la noi numai 2-3 zile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia a fost facuta acum 2 zile, in imagine este lacul din curtea "mea". Astazi deja nu mai este deloc zapada, dar e frig in continuare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5092311934202925816-6796508630984953359?l=beatriceph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/feeds/6796508630984953359/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/01/vremea-29-ianuarie-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6796508630984953359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5092311934202925816/posts/default/6796508630984953359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beatriceph.blogspot.com/2007/01/vremea-29-ianuarie-2007.html' title='Vremea: 29 ianuarie 2007'/><author><name>Beatrice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03051259303061762622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzpZ0wdHMI/AAAAAAAAALg/fLRNfNiDsTo/S220/tristesse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wVAnqxglFpU/SWzLjbh6WVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aTh8kwqzl3o/s72-c/lac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
