<?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-4648650782657804960</id><updated>2011-11-14T05:33:19.439-08:00</updated><category term='videos'/><category term='..'/><title type='text'>About life</title><subtitle type='html'>Grant my last request, And just let me hold you. Don't shrug your shoulders, Lay down beside me. Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere, But one last time let's go there, Lay down beside me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-2426289159928735250</id><published>2011-07-18T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:26:58.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first real job</title><content type='html'>45 de grade in birou, eu pe baricade fiind tinuta in suspans 8 ore pe zi, 5 zile pe saptamana, nu de alta dar acesta imi e noul job. Dupa un an supravietuit in frumoasa AAS mi`am schimbat domeniul de activitate si m`am facut ce e si frate J, dar mai multe despre asta mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Cine ma stie, stie ca eu is mai cu mot si mai speciala drept urmare m`am abtinut ceva vreme sa imi declar sincera opinie despre fostul loc de munca. Stiu, nu e frumos, dar frustrarea mea zilnica de a scoate "ce e mai bun din mine" nu ma lasa sa inchei capitolul fara sa imi zic parera onesta, pe principiul ca daca tot nu citeste nimeni blogul, eu de ce sa nu scriu?&lt;br /&gt;Era sfarsit de vara cand am foat angajata la AAS, plina de vise si inocenta ma indreptam eu la prima zi de munca spre cladirea rozalie destul de impunatoare...&lt;br /&gt;Primul lucru care mi`a sarit in ochi:o gramada de baieti, care mai de care mai simpatici, care functioneau in armonie perfecta cu Doamna M(din motive de siguranta voi folosi doar initiale). Prima mea impresie a fost " ce tare,sigur n`o sa dau de oameni nashpa pe aici"...ce`i drept in  proportie de 98% asa a fost, dar mereu este unul care te freaca, te enerveaza, te irita si iti provoaca repulsie. Un an intreg am suferit prostia si nesimtirea si multe multe altele, dar ce sa si conteze? In fond we are who we are si how we are. Cred cu tarie in Karma si sunt sigura ca fiecare isi primeste ce merita. Imi aduc aminte cum treceau zile si ma gandeam'oare de ce nu merge muzica mai tare?", vroiam sa ies din vortexul glasurilor irelevante si sa nu stiu ce se intampla in jurul meu, pur si simplu ma depasea tot ce se vorbea. In schimb m`am simtit tot timpul foarte bine in jurul sus numitei domane si nu numai, ma simteam extraordinar cand ii vedeam pe baieti ca mancau "ciupercile cu maioneza" facute de mine. Bancurile, glumele procoase si numai de noi intelese, erau la ordinea zilei intre mine si "my brother from another mother', radeam unele zile de ma aduneam de pe jos. &lt;br /&gt;Timpul a trecut, si mereu trebuie sa vezi ce e inainte, daca te legi prea mult de trecut poti sa pierzi timp valoros. Mi`as fi dorit macar o data sa imi zic frustrarile si sa urlu tare tot ce imi trecea mie prin cap, but it`s not ladylike. Ultima mea saptamana, a fost asa de limpede, nu mai vedeam ce ma deranja, ma gandeam doar ca voi incepe o activitate noua, intr-un cadru necunoscut. &lt;br /&gt;Asadar si prin urmare, lucrez in alta parte si imi place tare, in primul rand ca socializatul se face  doar pe un balcon atunci cand ai pauza, nu amestecam munca cu viata sociala  si nici invers, e simplu: ajungi la birou, saluti respectos, ignori ce`i in jur si 8 ore mai tarziu pleci acasa, ocazional iti mai apare o Veverita in zona,care iti face viata mai frumoasa cu un zambet caracteristic si o gluma buna.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu zau ce e mai bine, sa lucrezi intr-un cadru in care 98% din oameni sunt foarte ok dar e unul care iti tulbura viata cat pentru toti sau sa lucrezi intr-un cadru in care nu-ti poarta nimeni grijea si ocazional vezi o persoana care iti mai lumineaza ziua?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-2426289159928735250?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/2426289159928735250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-real-job.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2426289159928735250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2426289159928735250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-real-job.html' title='My first real job'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-2022776678679596431</id><published>2010-05-28T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:12:18.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S_960DxtmrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UcIzB1Wcvfk/s1600/download.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S_960DxtmrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UcIzB1Wcvfk/s200/download.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476230706691414706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emblema grupului de hackeri Romanian N ational Security apare pe site-urile sparteAtacurile hackerilor români asupra presei din străinătate continuă. Grupul Romanian National Security / Securitatea Naţională Română a reuşit să spargă, de această dată, site-ul postului de televiziune RAI şi pe cele ale cotidienelor La Stampa şi Corriere della Sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La câteva săptămâni după atacul asupra site-ului ziarului britanic The Daily Telegraph, dar şi asupra celor ale unor ziare şi canale de televiziune din Franţa care au jignit prin articole sau emisiuni naţia română, hackerii de la Romanian National Security (RNS) şi-au orientat atenţia spre italieni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass-media din peninsulă publică frecvent articole despre români cu o vădită tentă xenofobă şi, ca urmare, RNS a blocat câteva ore secţiuni ale importantelor publicaţii La Stampa şi Corriere della Sera, postând aceleaşi mesaje ca de fiecare dată: “Noi, urmaşii lui Traian şi Decebal, nu suntem o naţie de ţigani! Ne-am pierdut răbdarea şi, în numele românilor de pretutindeni, vă avertizăm că, dacă nu încetaţi să prezentaţi întregul nostru popor ca unul de ţigani, mai multe steaguri tricolore vor apărea şi vor flutura în faţa voastră, până când neadevărul va fi cunoscut şi scuzele cu care ne sunteţi datori vor fi cerute”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-2022776678679596431?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/2022776678679596431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/05/emblema-grupului-de-hackeri-romanian-n.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2022776678679596431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2022776678679596431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/05/emblema-grupului-de-hackeri-romanian-n.html' title=''/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S_960DxtmrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UcIzB1Wcvfk/s72-c/download.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-7365424357317728444</id><published>2010-05-25T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:33:15.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum sa nu iubesti CBU-UL?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S_t8kUW0UpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hOATnoN9KD4/s1600/FITS-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S_t8kUW0UpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hOATnoN9KD4/s200/FITS-2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475106735380517522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sunt mandra cetateanca a frumosului oras Sibiu!Yes,yes, i`m loving it!Orasul preferat ,AL MEU, de pe mapamond iti ofera tot(mai putin intrarea in cart. Resita, dar compenseaza cu altele). Acesta nu e un post prin care sa va spun cat de minunat este ,ci doar sa va fac public evenimentul anului si anume "Festivalul International de Teatru de Sibiu" Editia aXVII-a(in caz ca nu stiati deja). &lt;br /&gt;   Asadar va invit la Sibiu, respectiv daca sunteti sibieni va invit la o portie de cultura. Am dat si link cu programul... so come and see! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sibfest.ro/UserFiles/Documente%20downloadabile/FITS/FITS2010/PROGRAM_FITS_-2010.pdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-7365424357317728444?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/7365424357317728444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/05/cum-sa-nu-iubesti-cbu-ul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7365424357317728444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7365424357317728444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/05/cum-sa-nu-iubesti-cbu-ul.html' title='Cum sa nu iubesti CBU-UL?!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S_t8kUW0UpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hOATnoN9KD4/s72-c/FITS-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-234305313998700542</id><published>2010-04-13T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T00:54:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was born in a system...</title><content type='html'>Viata  nu te trateaza mereu asa cum vrei tu....am realizat inca o data acest lucru. Te trezesti intr-o dimineata si observi cat de mic esti in lumea asta. Bunicul meu spunea ca in viata faci 99% ce trebuie, ce e legal , ce e responsabil si ce vor alti oameni sa faci, doar 1% iti revine tie.Apoi ma gandesc eu, unde mai e libertatea de care tot vorbim? Practic  ea nu exista, mereu esti constrans de ceva.Intri intr`un vortex din care iesi numai dupa ce se termina tot.&lt;br /&gt;Ma aflu intr`o perioada in care judect de 3 ori ce fac, este mai sigur si deci am "grija" de mine. In jurul meu sunt 2 tipuri de oameni, cei care lucreaza si is atata de ocupati incat nu au timp sa observe ca afara e primavara, sunt bagati intr`un ciclu birou-pat din care ies vinerea si intra lunea cu o fata lunga si o iau iar de la inceput.Apoi sunt cei care nu lucreaza ,care au timp de primavara si sa opreasca sa vada cum se roteste lumea, dar nici ei nu sunt prea fericiti . Nu lucrezi , este egal ca nu ai leafa ,este egal ca cer de la parinti, nici asa nu e bine. Ori sunt eu prea pesimista si nu vad  partile bune , ori e trist ce se intampla.&lt;br /&gt; E trist sa realizezi cum treci prin viata fara sa ai parte de libertate absoluta. Suntem ca niste furnici care lucreaza pentru un lucru atata de mare incat este greu si sa ni`l inchipuim. "Fericire" este cuvantul  care defineste  telul nostru in viata, ca in fond atat ne revine noua din tot ce se intampla in jur. Suntem constienti de incalzirea globala, de disparitia anumitor specii de animale, de coruptie, revolutii, cutremure, reciclare dar  cand trebuie sa facem ceva realizam cat de insignifianti suntem si ca nu putem  actiona individual.Astfel psihologia multimilor  este pusa in aplicare doar la obiective politice iar noi nu ne dam seama cat de manipulati suntem. Traim intr-un sistem care este atat de bine conceput incat nici nu ne dam seama cat de mici suntem!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W92gjjly1lk&amp;hl=en_US&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/W92gjjly1lk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4648650782657804960-234305313998700542?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/234305313998700542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-grele.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/234305313998700542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/234305313998700542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-grele.html' title='i was born in a system...'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-5871404769067642092</id><published>2010-03-05T23:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:18:35.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ce are de dat un spirit feminin? O singură fericire, un singur extaz. Şi toată tehnica feminităţii e de a pulveriza acea fericire în nenumărate fericiri, într-o succesiune şi devenire de fericiri minore. Căci ea pleacă de la fiinţă şi atunci caută devenirea şi diversul; în timp ce bărbatul pleacă de la devenire şi e însetat de fiinţă, de unitate. Setea Unului de a se pierde şi setea Multiplului de a se readuna."&lt;br /&gt;C NOICA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-5871404769067642092?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/5871404769067642092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/03/ce-are-de-dat-un-spirit-feminin-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5871404769067642092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5871404769067642092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/03/ce-are-de-dat-un-spirit-feminin-o.html' title=''/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-5992634127745827505</id><published>2010-01-31T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:32:45.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un tanar preot trebuia sa tina prima lui slujba, drept pentru care era extrem de emotionat, chiar simtea panica. Atunci, superiorul lui, Episcopul, vazandu-l atat de stresat, l-a sfatuit ca inainte sa se urce in amvon pentru predica, sa puna un paharel de vodca in paharul cu apa, ca sa se relaxeze si sa aiba curaj. Preotului i-a mers nemaipomenit in prima lui slujba, dar cind a ajuns acasa a gasit pe masa o mica scrisoare din partea Episcopului in care zicea:&lt;br /&gt;“Draga Parinte, Fiule,&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur foarte mult ca ti-a mers atit de bine in prima ta slujba si ca ai tinut cont de sfatul pe care ti l-am dat, dar trebuie sa-ti fac anumite observatii:&lt;br /&gt;1. Din acel pahar cu apa trebuie sa iei mici sorbituri nu sa-l dai pe gat dintr-o data.&lt;br /&gt;2. In acel pahar cu apa nu se pune nici gheata, nici felii de lamaie. In plus, eu ti-am spus sa pui putina vodca in paharul cu apa, nu invers…&lt;br /&gt;3. Nu se foloseste Biblia ca suport pentru pahar.&lt;br /&gt;4. Nu poti sa te stergi la gura cu sutana.&lt;br /&gt;5. Poruncile lui Dumnezeu sunt 10 nu 12.&lt;br /&gt;6. Iar apostolii sunt 12 nu 10.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cand vorbesti despre cruce nu poti sa spui ca e acel T mare de deasupra altarului.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cand vorbesti despre Isus si apostoli, nu poti spune ca e “Fiul si banda lui”.&lt;br /&gt;9. David l-a invins pe Goliat cu o prastie si o piatra, nu poti sa spui ca “i-a zburat curul cu dinamita”…&lt;br /&gt;10. Cand vorbesti despre Iuda, nu poti sa-l numesti “bulangiu”.&lt;br /&gt;11. Tatal, Fiul si Sfantul Duh nu sunt Batranul, Juniorul si Stafia…&lt;br /&gt;12. Nu e frumos sa-l numesti pe Papa – “Nasul”.&lt;br /&gt;13. Faraonul i-a trimis pe evrei in pribegie, nu in p…a ma-sii.&lt;br /&gt;14. Eva i-a dat lui Adam un mar, nu i-a cedat…&lt;br /&gt;15. Magdalena a fost o pacatoasa nu o curva.&lt;br /&gt;16. Initiativa de a invita publicul sa aplaude a fost buna, dar a fost exagerat sa-l inviti sa danseze Macarena, sa faca trenuletul si sa o inviti pe Sora Daniela sa faca striptease.&lt;br /&gt;17. Apa sfintita se foloseste pentru a binecuvinta, nu pt. a-ti racori ceafa.&lt;br /&gt;18. “Casuta” aia este confesionalul, nu toaleta.&lt;br /&gt;19. Pasticul se distribuie crestinilor fara Nutella.&lt;br /&gt;20. Cel de pe cruce era Iisus Cristos si nu Che Guevarra.&lt;br /&gt;21. Pacatosii, cand mor, se duc in Infern, nu in aia ma-sii.&lt;br /&gt;22. Vezi sa ai mereu chilotii pe tine si, cind e cald, evita sa-ti faci aer cu sutana.&lt;br /&gt;23. Iti amintesc ca slujba trebuie sa dureze circa 1 ora si nu doua reprize de 45 de minute fiecare, iar cel care era asezat langa tine si pe care l-ai numit “travestit cu fusta rosie” eram eu… In rest a fost bine”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-5992634127745827505?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/5992634127745827505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-tanar-preot-trebuia-sa-tina-prima.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5992634127745827505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5992634127745827505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-tanar-preot-trebuia-sa-tina-prima.html' title=''/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-4579890880042632384</id><published>2010-01-30T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:06:16.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu bea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S2QZlhxxqeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-MyWRE7jYUY/s1600-h/DSC02772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/S2QZlhxxqeI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-MyWRE7jYUY/s200/DSC02772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432495183028660706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trecut ceva  timp de cand nu am mai compus eu nimic pentru blogu meu cel roz dar azi e ziua in care iara ma revolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o lunga perioada de timp de cand nu mi`am mai vazut dragii mei colegi de liceu, ieri am avut adunarea nationala.Ca sa vezi si sa nu crezi , ne`am intalnit destul de multi si am schimbat 3 locatii ,asadar am bantuit tot orasul.&lt;br /&gt;Cum mereu se intampla cand ne intalnim , ne laudam cu toate realizarile efectuate  de la ultima intalnire.  &lt;br /&gt;Stand eu asa in capul mesei si asteptand sa ne adunam mai multi, ascultam ce se povestestea. O colega zice: ma marit! Ma gandesc eu :"era cazu ca se iubesc  de 5 ani ce dracu, cat sa mai astepte". Cer un cocktail de incalzire.Sorb  din bautura si alta colega exprima : stii ca "x" s`a casatorit. Ma gandesc eu ca: "ma , era vremea"( intre timp terminasam cocktailul, si mai cer unu) &lt;br /&gt; Ca sa nu explic eu toata discutia , am ajuns la concluzia  ca 12 colege  se marita , sau s`au maritat , din cele 24 posibile. Eu am  continuat sa beau... doar ce era sa fac, sa le spun ca sunt job-less  si ca nu am proeiecte de viitor de astea , ca nu stiu ce fac azi , apoi in mai. Nu, eu am baut. &lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la ora 12 jumate la un alt pub unde`mi erau tovarasii. Le explic eu  procedura care am aplicat`o toata seara  la care prietena mea de pe locul  "tz" mi`a dat  solutia :"Tu bea!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia  este urmatoarea, ma  simt prea tanara si prea bine ca sa ma gandesc la o viata stabila la  cei 22 de anisori ai mei! De ce sa nu ma bucur de tot ce am in jur?Viata mea e perfecta!Nu sunt legata de ceva stabil si pot sa ma duc oriunde in lume !Asta dupa ce imi voi lua cetatenia  germana( proiect meu de viitor).Paragraful asta suna mai mult a consolare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9GH-yvPHSY&amp;hl=en_US&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/f9GH-yvPHSY&amp;hl=en_US&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/4648650782657804960-4579890880042632384?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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(multumesc tovarasu`)</title><content type='html'>1. Partenerii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă întrebi un tip câte gagici a futut în viaţa lui cam aşa gândeşte: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geta se pune, că i-am băgat un deget în pizdă, şi e tot penetrare.&lt;br /&gt;Mariana de două ori, că ne-am despărţit şi ne-am împăcat dupa 3 luni şi se vopsise în cap şi se tunsese altfel deci tehnic era altă femeie.&lt;br /&gt;Mirela, vecina se pune, chit că aveam 6 ani şi ne-am jucat de-a doctoru’ în boscheţi.&lt;br /&gt;Lori.. o Lori, am făcut cybersex pe mirc. Ea îmi spunea că e udă şi io făceam labă. S-ar putea să fi fost un bărbat, da’ plm, se pune. &lt;br /&gt;Olga.. of Olga, la cele 120 de kile ale tale e clar că faci cât două femei. &lt;br /&gt;...deci 12! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La femei e exact invers în minte:&lt;br /&gt;Andei nu se pune că a băgat numa capu’&lt;br /&gt;Lu’ Vasile i-am făcut numa labă.&lt;br /&gt;Cu Gigi eram beată, el zice că m-a futut da nu ţin minte deci tehnic nu s-a întâmplat pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cu Cristi nici n-aveam buletin, ce dracu’ nu se pune!&lt;br /&gt;Mihai a terminat in 4 minute, pula mea, şi ăla e sex…&lt;br /&gt;Luca mi-a tras-o doar în cur.&lt;br /&gt;...deci numai 3! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pula&lt;br /&gt;Femeile iarăşi, nu ştiu să măsoare o pulă. În primul rând toate au fost păcălite în aşa hal de mult că aia de 14 are 18, încât chiar au impresia că 14 e 18. Şi motivul e simplu. Nu multe femei s-au dus să se convingă cu rigla în mână că 18 ăla chiar e 18. Primul i-a zis că e 18, al doilea că e tot de 18 şi era aceeaşi mărime, la al treilea deja are ochiul format. Se uită la ea şi spune “bă, e 18 nu?” la care el răspunde “exact asta vroiam şi eu să sugerez!”, că doar n-o să spună că e mai mică decât crede aia că e. Dacă au convins-o alţii înainte că aia e 18, bea în cinstea lor şi râde pe sub mustaţă. Şi aşa trăieşte săraca cu o concepţie greşită despre centimetraj toată viaţa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă, totuşi, se ajunge la faza cu măsurătoarea, oricum femeia nu ştie să o măsoare decent, din partea laterala a bazei, să înfigă capătul riglei în carne sănătos, să mai scoată 0.4 milimetri, şi să mai adauge la sfârşit 0.4 mm că nu e gradată de la început aia şi să aibă grijă să măsoare până-n creştetu’ pulii. Şi mereu îi dă cu un centimetru mai puţin. Şi când îi explici frumos că e 18, nu e 17, ea spune calmă: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mi-e 17, ce mi-e 18? Un centimetru acolo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeie. Îţi spun eu ce înseamnă un centimetru acolo. Totul. TOTUL! E ca şi cum te-ai uita la o mână şi ai spune “Ce mi-s 4 degete, ce mi-s 5?” Ce mă, io-s de la Yakuza? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi atâta timp cât voi vă cântăriţi nemâncate, după ce v-aţi epilat, pişat şi scobit în nas ca să scoateţi două kile în minus, avem şi noi dreptu’ să tragem de pulă până mai iese un centimetru în plus. Noi ne facem că nu ne prindem cum vă cântăriţi voi şi vă credem pe cuvânt şi voi ne credeţi că o avem cât zicem noi că o avem. Merge? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Calitatea sexului.&lt;br /&gt;La femei calitatea se măsoară complex: Durată, intensitate, variatiuni, scheme, orgasme, pasiune, preludiu, atmosferă, romantism şi multe alte chestii. E ceva greu de cuantificat. Poezie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La bărbaţi e mult mai simplu. Trebuie să sune bine a doua zi când se laudă la prieteni. Aşa că contează doar 3 chestii.&lt;br /&gt;a) Durata. E irelevant că o femeie poate să se simtă bine şi-n 10 minute. Nu ai cum să rişti să spună la cineva că te-a ţinut 10 minute, oricât de mişto au fost ălea zece! Minim 40 de minute ca să fii centaur. Nu contează că ai băut 5 beri înainte ca să nu simţi nimic, te-ai gândit numa’ la bunica şi căţeluşi morţi şi ai dat din cur o dată la 5 secunde. Per total a fost un sex de căcat, dar pe ceas eşti învingător. Poţi să zâmbeşti mulţumit la ea, chit că s-a prins de trucurile tale penibile şi au fost cele mai plictisitoare 40j de minute din viaţa ei. Te-a ţinut 40j de minute! Eşti epic!  &lt;br /&gt;b) Cât mai multe găuri.. Trebuie să zici “i-am dat-o peste tot” a doua zi la prieteni. Nu contează că ţi-a băgat dinţii în ea şi că ai dat de comoara maro când ai intrat în peştera piraţilor. Le-ai bifat. &lt;br /&gt;c) Cât mai multe numere. Aici e irelevant câte ai dat în realitate, oricum spui 3+ dacă te întreabă cineva. Sau dacă nu te întreabă. Dacă doar se aşează lângă tine în metrou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-9042167622342746963?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/9042167622342746963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/01/partenerii-multumesc-tovarasu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/9042167622342746963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/9042167622342746963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2010/01/partenerii-multumesc-tovarasu.html' title='Partenerii!                      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Eu spre deosebire de alti romani am impodobit bradul pe 1 Noiembrie si de atunci in fiecare miercuri la mine e Craciunul!Acest lucru nu se intampla ca mai mari britanici sunt atata de fascinati de sarbatori ,ci doar pentru ca  in hotelul  in care lucrez este o traditie ca in ultimele 2 luni din ani sa ne persecute pe noi cu aceasta sarbatoare in  idea de a atrage clienti. Asa ca de 1 luna incoace si incolo  marti este pentru noi ajunul, miercuri Craciunul si joi  e boxing day pentru ca asa e la ei. Boxing day presupune atingerea apogeului de maimutareala , noi, staff-ul, trebuie sa  ne deghizam  in ce ne trece prin cap, sa marsaluim prin sala si in acelasi timp sa ne servim clientii. Pe mine ma scoate din sarite  faptul ca toate babele, nu mosii si bine ca  nu si ei, imi ating picioarele de fiecare data cand imi pun pe mine costumul de scotish collen. Inteleg ca ele au intrat la apa si ca nu mai au nici o sansa la picioare  lungi si fara celulita  , dar de ce trebuie sa imi pipaie picoarele? nu are sens sa dezbat aceasta problema  ca numai ma enervez. &lt;br /&gt;Am stabilit deci ca eu sunt intr-o continua sarbatoare de 1 luna.Lucrul acesta nu inseamna ca  primesc cadouri in fiecare miercuri, primesc doar: ocazia de a sarbatorii Craciunul de 8 ori intr-un an,o gramada de nervi si  vanatai. Nu ma  bate nimeni dar tind sa iau dupa mine mese, scaune si frigidere.&lt;br /&gt;Trecand  peste aceste aspecte, am  fost intrebata  ce imi aduce mosul de sarbatori(sarbatorile normale). Eu care imi doresc pacea mondiala si iubirea enetrna intre semeni si un ponei voi primii un  mare ,mare rahat. Noi spunem "nu" sarbatorilor! Nu vom impodobii un brad (asta pentru ca l`am impodobit in 1 noiembrie la hotel) nu vom sacrifica nici un  porc(deci nu mor animale pentru satisfacerea papilelor gustative) nu vom umbla  dupa 10000 de cadouri, nu vom avea o masa in familie(asta in conditile in care eu  am vreo 4 ), nu vom merge la colindat si nu ne vom imbata ca loazele .Pentru ca este sezonului in care trebuie sa dam si nu sa  primim , vom da in schimb  ceaiuri , poridge-uri , prune, salate si alte cele  clientilor. Suntem atata de altruisti incat  ne sacrificam orice spirit de sarbatoare pentru a servii clientii, mai rar oameni ca  noi!&lt;br /&gt;Si mosul adevarat imi va aduce...aminte  ca imi este  dor de casa si ca va fi un Craciun pentru altii dar nu si pentru noi!&lt;br /&gt;In final va dau scriu  un mic colind pe care l`am adaptat!&lt;br /&gt;Jingle bells Ion smells,&lt;br /&gt;Nikolay laid an egg, &lt;br /&gt;the johnmobile lost a  weal,&lt;br /&gt;Ashwani got away!&lt;br /&gt;(cantecul are ca protagonisti stafful din bucatarie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO SI MERETI IN CRAJMA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-8827204545290026310?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/8827204545290026310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/12/deck-halls-with-boughs-of-holly-fa-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8827204545290026310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8827204545290026310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/12/deck-halls-with-boughs-of-holly-fa-la.html' title='Deck the halls with boughs of holly,  Fa la la la la, la la la la.'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-6662327916231932891</id><published>2009-10-30T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:37:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ion se intoarce acasa noaptea tarziu dintr-un bar. Evident putea ca naiba a bautura (ca deobicei de fapt) dar s-a bagat incet in pat langa nevasta-sa care dormea deja.&lt;br /&gt;A sarutat-o pe nevasta-sa pe obraz si a adormit. Cand s-a trezit, a vazut un tip ciudat care statea la capul patului, imbracat cu o roba alba:&lt;br /&gt;- Cine dracu’ esti? intreaba Ion, si ce cauti in dormitorul meu?&lt;br /&gt;- Asta nu e dormitorul tau, iar eu sunt Sfantul Petru&lt;br /&gt;- Adica .. sunt mort?! Nu se poate! Mai am atatea lucruri de facut in viata! Nici nu mi-am luat la revedere de la familie … trebuie sa ma trimiti inapoi!&lt;br /&gt;- Ok .. poti sa te reincarnezi dar .. nu te putem trimite inapoi decat ca un caine sau o gaina.&lt;br /&gt;Ion a fost devastat, dar stiind ca era o ferma nu prea departe de casa sa, a rugat sa fie trimis inapoi ca o gaina. Flash de lumina si *poof* s-a trezit acoperit de pene si ciugulind de pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e chiar asa de rau, s-a gandit Ion, pana cand a simtit o chestie ciudata crescand in el. Cocosul s-a dus la el si i-a zis&lt;br /&gt;- Deci .. tu esti gaina cea noua? Cum iti place prima zi aici?&lt;br /&gt;- Nu e chiar asa de rau, zice Ion, dar am asa o senzatie ciudata, de parca o sa explodez&lt;br /&gt;- Ovulezi, nu-mi spuine ca n-ai mai facut niciodata un ou?&lt;br /&gt;- Niciodata!&lt;br /&gt;- Eh .. relaxeaza-te si lasa sa se intample.&lt;br /&gt;Cateva secunde (destul de incomode) mai tarziu, un ou iese de sub coada sa. Un sentiment intens de relaxare il cuprinde, iar emotiile il coplesesc, devenind mama pentru prima oara. Cand a facut al doilea ou, sentimentul de fericire a fost si mai coplesitor si a stiut atunci ca reincarnarea sa ca gaina a fost cel mai bun lucru care i s-a intamplat vreodata!&lt;br /&gt;Cuprins de fericire, a continuat … si exact cand trebuia sa scoata si al treilea ou, a simtit o lovitura incredibil de puternica in ceafa si a auzit-o pe nevasta-sa: IOANE!!! Trezeste-te dracu’ betiv nenorocit! TE CACI IN PAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-6662327916231932891?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/6662327916231932891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/10/ion-se-intoarce-acasa-noaptea-tarziu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6662327916231932891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6662327916231932891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/10/ion-se-intoarce-acasa-noaptea-tarziu.html' title=''/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-7839583228621041358</id><published>2009-10-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T06:51:39.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No soup for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Ss_FZeq8BlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/co3B6g31Mpk/s1600-h/P300909_13.110001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Ss_FZeq8BlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/co3B6g31Mpk/s400/P300909_13.110001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390744320506332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minunatul titlu al postului pentru necunoscatori revine din celebrul serial de comedie "Seinfeld".M-a inspirat pentru ca ni se 'cam" asociaza noua , celor doua emigrante venite in Marea Britanie, metaforic vorbind!Dar asta o sa`l intelegegi pe parcurs. Da, sunteti deja informati marea majoritate,ca eu si prietena mea de pe locul "tz" , Ramona, am parasit tara pentru a face munca de jos a altora pentru ca ne simtim mai apreciata muncind ca si chelnatite si primind suma de 5,80 lire pe ora , in conditile in care locul si respectiv nelocul nostru de munca nu oferea nici macar aproape de atat pe ora.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, ca sa trec direct la subiect, ne aflam in  compania prietenilor nostri  si muncim tot in compania lor , in minunatul si dragutul oras numit Ilfracombe(stiu ca suna francez , dar nu`i) din tinutul Devon, Anglia!&lt;br /&gt;Lucram deja de ceva timp la hotelul Imperial si incercam sa ne descurcam cu micile probleme care ne inconjoara! Nu pot sa vorbesc in numele Ramonei , care este la fel de nemultumita ca si mine  dar care nu se exprima ca si mine online, insa in ceea ce ma priveste pot zice ca e 'grele". E grele in sensul de dus farfurii in 14 maini ,sau de incercat de a nu varsa sucul in poala oamenilor, sau a nu aluneca prin bucatarie si asa mai departe.  &lt;br /&gt;Ca sa intelegeti mai bine  va voi descrie un pic din staff-ul care ne ajuta la munca de zi cu zi. in primul rand avem un sef  super tare, mai ales ca e prieten cu noi de cava timp. Seful nostru e simpatic rau , mereu atant si mereu  dornic sa ne sara in ajutor cu orice poate! el si cu prietena lui ne-au rezolvat sa venim aici , si ei se intituleaza ~~~~ta dam~~~ Escii!!despre ei nu vreau sa va zic prea multe , pentru ca trebuie sa`i cunoasteti pentru a vedea cat de mortali sunt! Un alt bun prieten de al nostru , Raresu, e inca localizat aici, asta pentru putin  timp.Pot sa va spun ca , dragul de el, s`a saturat de engleji,si si`a bat 'odesele' in ei(adica papucii) , si`a facut bagajele si pleaca acasa. &lt;br /&gt;Cei trei crai care au cucerit hotelul in care lucram si noi , adica Escii si Raresu,de cand am ajuns aici,ne suporta miorlaiturile si " de ce-urile", nu imi dau seama cum le mai suporta , probabil ca suntem noi prea dragute.&lt;br /&gt;Sa incepem cu bucataria,avem un bucatar nebun, il cheama john, simpatic el asa de felul lui ,pana il calci pe bec, john e usor agresiv cu noi , fiind in varsta de 70 de ani si  ciufut.Promode(pentru sibieni, numele lui suna ca si magazinu de pe Calea Dumbravii), el e un fel de mini bucatar, indian ca natie , care cred eu, are impresia ca mereu sunt infometata si mereu imi da mancare, lucky me!Nikolay , ajutorul de bucatar, e mereu imbufnat si asa greu se misca , in fiecare dimineata imi vine sa`i iau paleta din mana sa pun eu singura micul dejun , ca el se misca de parca ar  avea un cristal in mana. Ce mai, o panarama de bulgar (cred).&lt;br /&gt;Suntem inconjurate  si aici de unguri, avem in dotare ,2 frati, unul dintre ei nu ar vorbi pentru nimic in lume si unu se mai baga in seama, ne mai lasa sa dormim in fata hotelului...dar unguri. Mai exista un Nikolay, vai mama lui, e insurat si ii arde de fustele noastre, vorbeste o engleza  atata de haioasa  incat e imposibil sa nu te amuze!Jack , spalatorul de vase , doreste sa ne cunoasca traditile si cultura,asadar in fiecare zi invata  injuraturile din limba  noastra materna. Exchange proccess are loc!ahh, crem de la crem,minunata Elena , o tanti de 40 de ani nebuna rau de tot. Bagareata si prea indrazneata, sfideaza orice limita. Despre ea as putea sa scriou un intreg post.Nici macar nu stiu ce sa spun in linii mari despre ea... e haotica. "Cica" adica Mariela(porecla data de mine), receptionista , si ea e o figura de om , se poate lua de mana cu individa mai sus mentionata. &lt;br /&gt;Sefu al mare nu`l prea vedem, stim si auzim de el multe, dar el e plecat in deplasari  cam toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar am facut prezentarile,au fost  facute, asta am si vrut sa ating in primul post din aventura Anglia, asa ca hai noapte buna ca eu ma trezesc  maine la 6 !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-7839583228621041358?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/7839583228621041358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-soup-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7839583228621041358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7839583228621041358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-soup-for-you.html' title='No soup for you!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Ss_FZeq8BlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/co3B6g31Mpk/s72-c/P300909_13.110001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-7868573978256740273</id><published>2009-10-03T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:15:25.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vmKsCMgROCQ&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/vmKsCMgROCQ&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/4648650782657804960-7868573978256740273?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/7868573978256740273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/10/climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7868573978256740273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7868573978256740273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/10/climb.html' title='the climb'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-5506524593005306886</id><published>2009-09-23T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:17:50.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e prea tare ca sa nu vedeti:))</title><content type='html'>Pentru a veni in intampinarea si ajutorul turistilor straini care viziteaza Romania, s-a hotarat sa se procedeze la traducerea in engleza a denumirilor unor localitati din diferite zone ale tarii. Primarii sunt solicitati sa instaleze indicatoare rutiere noi la intrarea si iesirea din localitate, avand inseminate numele localitatii lor in ambele limbi: romana si engleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iata traducerea in engleza a unor orase din Romania, in ordine alfabetica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Adunatii Copaceni - Gathered Tree People &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Afumati - Neversober &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baicoi - Youball &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buhusi - Boo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Buzau -Really Fat Lip &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Calarasi - Silly-dressed Folks on Horses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ciorogarla -Nigger-River &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Constanta - The Steadiness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dor Marunt - Miniature Melancholy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Husi - Shoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Navodari - Networkers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Onesti - The Sincere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pitesti - Youdohide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Satu-Mare - The Rather Roomy Rural Community &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slatina - Slut Tina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slobozia - A Very Wrong Local Tradition &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Târgu Frumos - The Aesthetically Pleasing Bazaar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Urlati - Gimme Some Noise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Voluntari - Town of Unpaid Assistants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-5506524593005306886?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/5506524593005306886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-prea-tare-ca-sa-nu-vedeti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5506524593005306886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5506524593005306886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-prea-tare-ca-sa-nu-vedeti.html' title='e prea tare ca sa nu vedeti:))'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-293448807261564774</id><published>2009-09-23T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:12:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SrnYdaCUoUI/AAAAAAAAADM/o9GHdzsMQwQ/s1600-h/santa-gun-funny-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SrnYdaCUoUI/AAAAAAAAADM/o9GHdzsMQwQ/s400/santa-gun-funny-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384572829215007042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-293448807261564774?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/293448807261564774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/293448807261564774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/293448807261564774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SrnYdaCUoUI/AAAAAAAAADM/o9GHdzsMQwQ/s72-c/santa-gun-funny-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-452968248923953852</id><published>2009-08-08T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:35:31.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vn32mPg1y68&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/vn32mPg1y68&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/4648650782657804960-452968248923953852?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/452968248923953852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/452968248923953852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/452968248923953852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hope.html' title='Hope!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-4302738137479593058</id><published>2009-08-02T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:38:31.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce iubim barbatii?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SnVpm0zpXBI/AAAAAAAAADE/pnup5Zilk5M/s1600-h/stuart-mcclymont-photographer-40000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SnVpm0zpXBI/AAAAAAAAADE/pnup5Zilk5M/s200/stuart-mcclymont-photographer-40000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365310646813023250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud , Cartarescu(am  dat exemple comune) si multi alti scriitori  au cautat sa raspunda la intrebarile  care macina lumea :cum gandesc  femeile si de ce le iubim pentru asta?Intrebarea nu a fost raspunsa si nici nu  va fi raspunsa.&lt;br /&gt;Cum mie imi place sa  filozofez si sa imi dau cu opinea ,m`am gandit sa dau niste motive pentru care iubim noi barbatii. Traind intr`o lume in care avem dreptul la libera exprimare ,pot si eu profita de aceasta.&lt;br /&gt;Cand am pomenit unui baiat de aceasta naratiune am primit in 3 secunde parerea:" de ce sa nu iubiti barbatii?".Acum pot da si replica avand in vedere ca m`am abtinut la raspuns.Am putea sa Nu iubim  "indivizii" din urmatarele motive  &lt;br /&gt;   1) Nu sunt eficineti in comunicare, mereu cred ca noi gandim mult prea in amanunt si complicam lurcurile.&lt;br /&gt;   2)Uita lucruri care sunt importante: zile de nastere, aniversari , comemorari si multe altele, apoi se mira ca suntem suparate si ca puneam prea multe la suflet. &lt;br /&gt;   3) Regula de baza intalnita la orice barbat "EI INTOTDEAUNA AU DREPTATE!".Tin sa va dezamagesc dar nu e asa. Nu sunt ei atoatestiuntori si nici nu vor fi.Nu detin forta suprema ca toate lucrurile sa depinda de ei.Foarte greu le este sa adimta ca o data pe luna/an/zi/ora mai avem si noi dreptate. &lt;br /&gt;   4)Lucrurile materiale au in general o valoare sentimentala mult mai mare decat o fiinta umana. Sa ne gandim doar un minut de cate ori am auzit in jurul nostru  vorbindu`se de :"masina mea", "banii mei", "morotul meu"(lista poate continua). Sa speram ca aceste lucruri le vor aduce mostenitori si ii vor ajuta la bine si la rau!&lt;br /&gt;   5) Misoginismul. O trasatura de caracter care nu poate sa lipseasca de la un barbat. Mereu un barbat va considera ca femeia ii este inferioara din punct de vedere intelectual. Pot spune doar ca exista fete care nu au un IQ foarte ridicat, dar generalizarea nu va aduce decat dezamagire. Sunt femei in lumea intreaga  care au o minte sclipitoare  sau  care sunt independente fata de barbat, adevarul este ca o femeie puternica intimideaza orice barbat, that`s a fact. Mare intelept a fost acela care a zis" In spatele oricarui barbat puternic , este o femeie puternica"(Recunoasterea e primul pas spre vindecare). &lt;br /&gt;   Avand in vedere ca postul era gandit pentru a raspunde intrebarii " de ce iubim barbatii?" voi trece acum in revista si motivele pentru care o facem.&lt;br /&gt;   1) Cand te tine un barbat in brate simti ca nimic rau nu se poate intampla.&lt;br /&gt;   2) Desi uita sa te sune sau sa te caute , atunci cand da semne de viata, involuntar te face sa uiti ca te`a enervat cu ceva timp in urma.&lt;br /&gt;   3) Cele mai frumoase poezii, cantece , carti de dragoste si nu numai au fost scrise de barbati, desi ineficienti in comunicare exista mereu "unu" care scapa turma.(let`s give them credit for that)&lt;br /&gt;   4) Cand te iubesc cu adevarat  renunta la rutina lor pentru a isi petrece timpul cu mult prea iubita.&lt;br /&gt;   5) Cand te astepti mai putin te surprinde cu un lucru care te bucura nesperat.&lt;br /&gt;   6) Cand te vad plangand ar face orice sa te opresti(asta`i cu 2 taisuri:a) nu ii place sa te vada suferind, b)vor sa taci)&lt;br /&gt;   7) Cand te trezesti dimineata primul lucru care`l face: te saruta! Asta dupa ce te-a privit intreaga noapte cum  dormi.&lt;br /&gt;   8) Instinctul lor protectiv este mereu activ si doresc  sa te apere de orice ti`ar putea face rau.&lt;br /&gt;   9) Chiar daca il vezi zilnic ai "fluturasi" in stomac de fiecare data cand te intalnesti cu el, doar pentru simpla`i prezenta. &lt;br /&gt;   10) Fericirea lui te face si pe tine fericita!&lt;br /&gt;   11) Pentru ca atunci cand te strange in brate  timpul se opreste.&lt;br /&gt;   12) Iti face cadou din senin o floricica pentru care iti trasare inima.&lt;br /&gt;   13) Se bucura de preznta ta in oice clipa si nu ar mai pleca de langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;   14) Pentru ca cele mai simple cuvinte iti spun o intreaga poveste!&lt;br /&gt;   15) Pentru ca va cauta zi de zi sa iti dezvaluie misterul si sa te iubeasca si mai mult!&lt;br /&gt;    Cu riscu de a cadea in capcanele criticii dureroase a cititorilor postului sper sa va ragasiti macar in jumatate din lucrurilor pe care le`am scris. Orice observatie va conta pentru ca sunt doar "una" si parerile difera de la individ la individ ,s`ar putea sa nu am dreptate si fara a`mi fi frica imi voi accepta critica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-4302738137479593058?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/4302738137479593058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-ce-iubim-barbatii.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4302738137479593058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4302738137479593058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-ce-iubim-barbatii.html' title='De ce iubim barbatii?'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SnVpm0zpXBI/AAAAAAAAADE/pnup5Zilk5M/s72-c/stuart-mcclymont-photographer-40000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-7803481710875758196</id><published>2009-07-27T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:00:32.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>George Carlin.. merita vazut</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MeSSwKffj9o&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/MeSSwKffj9o&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/4648650782657804960-7803481710875758196?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/7803481710875758196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/07/george-carlin-merita-vazut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7803481710875758196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7803481710875758196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/07/george-carlin-merita-vazut.html' title='George Carlin.. merita vazut'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-7771121185226081068</id><published>2009-07-27T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:09:59.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genial!</title><content type='html'>Consul : What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;Arab: Abdul Aziz&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Sex?&lt;br /&gt;Arab : Six to ten times a week&lt;br /&gt;Consul: I mean, male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Arab : Both male and female and sometimes even camels.&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Holy cow!&lt;br /&gt;Arab : Yes, cows and dogs too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Man, isn't it hostile ?&lt;br /&gt;Arab : Horse style, dog style, any style&lt;br /&gt;Consul: Oh...dear!&lt;br /&gt;Arab : Deer? No deer, they run too fast !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-7771121185226081068?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/7771121185226081068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/07/genial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7771121185226081068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7771121185226081068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/07/genial.html' title='Genial!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-5911600118321320236</id><published>2009-07-16T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:37:04.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacanta , alora la italieni..</title><content type='html'>Dupa mult timp in care am evitat sa mai scriu pe blog (din motive pur intelecuate pentru ca  necesitatea mea de a protesta sistemul in care traim e zilnica si incerc sa  evit sa ma manifest)m`am mai gandit sa amuz un pic publicul cu o experinta de care am avut parte vacanta aceasta. &lt;br /&gt;    Sa trecem direct la ziua cu pricina si anume: plecarea.Mai intai de toate trebuia sa ma deplasez la Capitala noastra  minunata , fabuloasa, incredibila, plina  de oameni extraordinari (NOT).Dupa o intarziere de 1ora juma` a trenului  am fost asteptata  de un bun prieten de al meu la gara( saracu de el m`a asteptat o ora singur acolo).In excursie am plecat cu un prieten, nu voi povesti pe zile ce s`a intamplat ca ar trebui sa stau pana maine sa scriu, vreau doar sa spun in linii mari pareri de pe acolo:&lt;br /&gt;1)pana sa calc taramul italienesc ,credeam eu ca italieni sunt nebuni cand se plang de romani, eh nu`i  chiar asa..am vazut "de ai Nostri "pe acolo care se manifesta ca atare: cersesc, alearga dupa tine cu o floare ofilita ,imbracati in stafii si iti cer "una monetina", dorm pe langa gara mai rau ca valizele , asculata manele pe la gara si apoi se mira de ce sunt supravegheati de "carabinieri" , vand genti :Dolce and babana, roberto cavalieri, luigi vuiton si lancrost,te fura la nota de plata daca din greseala alegi restaurantul lor si multe altele. Sunt clar "primitori" si ostpitalieri cu toti turistii.&lt;br /&gt;2)Am fost foarte surprinsa arta care "respira" inca in Italia. Vreau sa spun  ca oamenii astia iti ofera o gama extraordinara de culura , pictori,sculptori , cladiri, monumente, fantani, poduri ,absolut tot ceea ce vizitezi are o valoare culturala mare. Ei spre deosebire de noi chiar stiu sa faca turism , si raportul pret-calitate  chiar e pe masura.Pot spune cu mana pe inima ca din acest punct de vedere merita vizitata Italia cu orice ocazie.&lt;br /&gt;3)Bucataria italieneasca variaza de la restaurant la restaurant.Daca ai norocu sa pici la romani pe langa faptul ca iti incarca nota de plata iti si dau de mancare ceva asemanator cu mancarea(serios).Daca papi la italinei , ti mai mare dragu sa le dai ciubuc, mnacarea e foarte buna , nu te fura la nota de plata , chelnarul este amabil , povesteste cu tine si se poarta asa cum trebuie!!!&lt;br /&gt;4)Excursia a avut ca locatie : 3 zile Roma  si 7 zile Florenta la niste buni prieteni. "Paulii" asa se intituleaza perechea  la care am fost cazata, m`au plimbat si mi`au aratat : Siena , Pisa  si marea( plus multe altele).Romanu  tot roman, putin intersata de muzee (satula find de toate muzeele din Roma) am ales ca la fiecare ocazie sa beau o bere.. doo ..cu "Paulii" ,spre mahnirea si enervarea partenerului de excursie, care desi dorea sa ma alerge pe la toate domurile a realizat ca nu are  cu cine vorbi si s`a dus singur. Jucam la un moment dat  "where is waldo?"(pentru necunoscatori , e un joc american pentru copii care are in vedere cautarea personajului  prin imagini) insa noi il cautam pe coco  ,"Where is  Coco?" ba era pe la un turn ,ba se chinuia sa faca poze pe langa dom, ba era pe strada , ba nu`l gaseai, spre distractia noastra care ne relaxam la umbra cu cate o "Birra Moretti".&lt;br /&gt;5) O alta atractie in Tara Cetatii Eterne sunt strazile populate cu prostituate travestite, un adevarat amuzament sa vezi un kilomertru cu aceste specii. Una mai speciala ca alta (sau altu, nu m`am gandit  la ce gen as putea sa le pun).&lt;br /&gt;6)Romanii care pleaca pe acolo uita  limba materna si o transforma intr`o romano-italiana  care este foarte ,foarte amuzanta .. adica un itlian sa vorbesca romana mai bine decat o romanca autentica C`MON!! &lt;br /&gt;De retinut insa:&lt;br /&gt;1)in mare exista arici de mare dar nu peste tot asa ca grija la picioare.&lt;br /&gt;2) la mare trebuie sa te dai cu lotiune de plaja ca daca nu ajungi ca mine : insolata cu arsuri de gradu 2 pe juma` de corp.&lt;br /&gt;3)Nanini ( prajituri specifice ale Sienei) au in continut migdale asa ca cei suferinzi pot avea reactii alergice(eram aproape sa ma procopesc cu o reactie alergica , fiind suferinda de alergie la alune si nuci si migdale si multe arahide)&lt;br /&gt;4)nu mergeti intr`o excursie cu un om suspect de ADHD( bola la copii) pentru ca va scoate din sarite cu atat eregie.&lt;br /&gt;5)Coco a reusit in 10 zile sa faca 2700 de poze din care 2600 sunt imagini cu orice altceva decat oameni , si 100 cu noi. Asa ca eu nu detin prea multe poze cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;6) Turnu din Pisa este prea scump ca sa urci in el(15Euro sa urci 167 de scari si sa vezi o prveliste  , spre deosebire de 14 euro pentru muzeul din Vatican unde arta e chiar peste tot).&lt;br /&gt;Asadar vizitati Italia , mergeti pentru ca este o tara extraordinar de frumoasa si daca aveti parte de o companie asa de placuta ca si a mea o sa aveti o vacanta foarte frumoasa. Doresc sa multumesc Paulilor pe aceasta cale ca  au avut grija de mine si  ca sunt niste oameni extraordinari, pe care eu ii voi bantuii oriunde se duc in lumea asta  si ii astept acasa cu bere la rece si cu cartile de whist pregatite pe masa!&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa nu uit,cand va intoarceti sa aveti bilet de tren sau autocar sa nu patiti ca mine sa ramantei prin gari pentru ca nu sunt locuri in tren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-5911600118321320236?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/5911600118321320236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacanta-alora-la-italieni.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5911600118321320236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5911600118321320236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacanta-alora-la-italieni.html' title='Vacanta , alora la italieni..'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-1307871882157452984</id><published>2009-06-22T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:46:12.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu timpul</title><content type='html'>Dupa un anumit timp, omul invata sa perceapa diferenta subtila intre a sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a te culca cu cineva si ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta, si asa, omul incepe sa invete ... ca saruturile nu sunt contracte si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni, si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi, si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile bazate in astazi si acum, pentru ca terenul lui "maine" este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri ... si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea drumului. Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult, pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza. Asa ca incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina si-si impodobeste propriul suflet, in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-i aduca flori, si invata ca intradevar poate suporta, ca intradevar are forta, ca intradevar e valoros, si omul invata si invata ... si cu fiecare zi invata. Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi de cineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun, inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut. Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale, fara a pretinde sa te schimbe, iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti. Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea, in mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi. Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati, si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei, mai devreme sau mai tarziu se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii. Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie, pot continua tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit. Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine, dar ca a ierta, asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face. Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten, e foarte probabil ca niciodata prietenia lui nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate. Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai, intr-o buna zi vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece. Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta, nu se va mai repeta niciodata.Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana, mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi umilinte si dispret, dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat. Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca, asta va determina ca in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai. Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate, cel mai bine nu era viitorul, ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment. Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur, iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine si acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt... Cu timpul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau sa ceri iertare, sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor, sa spui ca ai nevoie, sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten, dinaintea unui mormant, nu mai are nici un sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Dar din pacate, se invata doar cu timpul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Jorge Luis Borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-1307871882157452984?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/1307871882157452984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/06/cu-timpul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Wal-Mart in Arkansas&lt;br /&gt;They hired him because he was so funny.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: Kenneth Way (Grumpy Old Bastard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX: Not lately, but I am looking for the right woman (or at least one who&lt;br /&gt;will cooperate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED POSITION: Company's President or Vice President. But seriously,&lt;br /&gt;whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;applying here in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz&lt;br /&gt;style severance package. If that's not possible, make an offer and we can&lt;br /&gt;haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREVIOUS SALARY: A lot less than I'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens and&lt;br /&gt;post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR LEAVING: It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 PM on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better suited to a more&lt;br /&gt;intimate environment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had one, would I be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP&lt;br /&gt;TO 50 lbs.?: Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the more appropriate question here would be 'Do&lt;br /&gt;you have a car that runs?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I may already be a&lt;br /&gt;winner of the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes, so they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SMOKE?: On the job - no!&lt;br /&gt;On my breaks - yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in the Bahamas with a&lt;br /&gt;fabulously wealthy dumb sexy blonde supermodel who thinks I'm the greatest&lt;br /&gt;thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEAREST RELATIVE ....7 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR&lt;br /&gt;KNOWLEDGE?: Oh yes, absolutely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-710427769388965978?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/710427769388965978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/710427769388965978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Dar n-o să uităm nicicând &lt;br /&gt;Clipele noastre nebune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progresul e greu&lt;br /&gt;Dar tare aş vrea&lt;br /&gt;S-ajung la tine&lt;br /&gt;În plasma ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar de-am învăţat &lt;br /&gt;Tot nu e de-ajuns&lt;br /&gt;Rămân întrebări &lt;br /&gt;N-am răspuns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurna şi CRP&lt;br /&gt;Chefuri şi cursuri comune&lt;br /&gt;La toţi le-a fost foarte greu&lt;br /&gt;Dar noua ne-a mers mult mai bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să fim buni ne-aţi îndrumat&lt;br /&gt;Am făcut cum am simţit&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut, am mai picat&lt;br /&gt;Dar în final am reuşit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mi vida  ,pareri oneste  te rog care sa mi le ateste si pe ale mele)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-1901531744780385491?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-1582273284472949310</id><published>2009-05-01T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:32:57.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i`m free with or without you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdniuwUThmI&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/QdniuwUThmI&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' 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you!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-3971109135132049548</id><published>2009-04-20T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:37:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ACT NOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-kRP5x2MsAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/-kRP5x2MsAw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/04/act-now.html' title='ACT NOW!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-8719585577689707996</id><published>2009-04-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T05:33:19.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand voi creste mare vreau sa ma fac..</title><content type='html'>Am fost invitata, de catre `&lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;mi vida&lt;/a&gt;` sa impartasesc dorintele mele din copilarie  cu privire la ce mai voi face cand voi creste, au trecut 21 de ani si multe s`au schimbat...&lt;br /&gt;Primul meu post oficial pentru care am pledat la varsta de 3 ani a fost:printesa; la scurt timp adica  2 zile ,am terminat cu printesa din mine si am zis:eu ma fac sirena .&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile mai serioase au venit pe la 5 ani cand vroiam sa ma fac Madalina Manole si prietena mea Iulia  vroia sa fie Monica Anghel, asa am si tinut`o cu lalaiturile vreo 2 ani, doar doar ne vine talentul vocal. &lt;br /&gt;Am trecut apoi la ipoteza vanzatoare, tineam minte toate preturile de la  magazinul de pe strada "Marvic".&lt;br /&gt; La 8 ani m`am  hotarat sa ma fac sportiva de performanta in domeniul echitatiei, si m`am tinut de treaba 4 ani , in care visam doar cai, am avut noroc cu mama care m`a sustinut fara nici o retin. Daca din baiat nu i`a iesit violonist, si  din fata patinatoare, poate asa reuseste macar unu din cei 2 copii ai ei sa faca sport.&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai apoi antrenorul mi`a cerut cal si mama o zis ca " no, thank you!"...ahhh ce zi minunata..&lt;br /&gt;Cu visuL spulberat , m`am gandit eu sa ma fac medic veterniar, tot n`o terminasem eu cu animalele, am dat la liceu cu profil veterniar si ca prin minune am intrat la contabilitate asa ca bye bye si visul ala...&lt;br /&gt;In clasa a 11 a am zis : dau la  cibernetica dar habar n`aveam de matematica ...&lt;br /&gt; in a 12 am zis ca fug in lume si traiesc viata din plin...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa Bac am dat la 5 facultati... si am ajuns la comunicare  ca sa devin Catza cum zice mama...&lt;br /&gt;So ...ce vrei sa te faci cand vei creste mare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-8719585577689707996?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-8982991091774389339</id><published>2009-04-11T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:29:17.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYrW0Sa2Nec&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/uYrW0Sa2Nec&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' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-2129505236968300992</id><published>2009-04-08T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:15:52.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>A good  song to feel free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUzL1rfzJD8&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/fUzL1rfzJD8&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/4648650782657804960-2129505236968300992?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/2129505236968300992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-song-to-feel-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2129505236968300992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2129505236968300992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-song-to-feel-free.html' title='A good  song to feel free!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-902360635844057826</id><published>2009-04-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:19:42.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Sd2hSvtTybI/AAAAAAAAAC8/udA30d6cFOQ/s1600-h/DSC09097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Sd2hSvtTybI/AAAAAAAAAC8/udA30d6cFOQ/s200/DSC09097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322587678038018482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where  do you go  when you are lost? There is always a place where you will turn when you feel that way.There are moments in wich you feel everything is falling apart, that everything that you worked for is bringing you nothing,that the person you care for is not in the same place as you , that there is no answer for your  question or there is no question to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;A place  called home, a place for your heart,you will feel safe, you will feel free.&lt;br /&gt;But  what will you do when your heart can`t find the way? will you loose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So  think about your safe place and keep it close to  your heart or else you don`t have where to turn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-902360635844057826?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/902360635844057826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/902360635844057826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/902360635844057826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Sd2hSvtTybI/AAAAAAAAAC8/udA30d6cFOQ/s72-c/DSC09097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-4329805421479951468</id><published>2009-04-03T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:49:32.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echipa de balet a Romaniei</title><content type='html'>Nu sunt eu mare "patriota" dar cand vine vorba de Natioanal de Fotbal a Romaniei, participi si eu la show.In mod normal nici nu as comenta nimic  pentru ca nu sunt eu mare cunoscatoare a fotbalului in general , stiu si inteleg ce se intampla acolo stiu ce`i ala un fault sau un penalty , cum se manifesta un off-side , dar nici sa stau saptamana de saptamana in fata Tv-ului sa vad ce mai  face minunata echipa Steaua Bucuresti! &lt;br /&gt;Plecand de la aceasta ipoteza, vreau sa ma plang oficial de  nationala  noastra de balet pe care o detinem...La o adica daca  chiar si o fata  observa cat de dezorganizat si prost au jucat baietii nostri , ceva nu`i bine. &lt;br /&gt;'Balanel' Nicolita  zic eu  poate sa se duca sa se joace fotbal in divizia B, ca numai  a incuracat jocul. &lt;br /&gt;Tamas ,saracu de el, a fost cel mai activ si a jucat cel mai bine dupa parerea mea, dar fotbalul nu se joaca  1 contra 11.&lt;br /&gt;Restul baietilor , zic eu , sa lase concursurile de frumusete si de potenta si sa se organizeze astfel incat sa joace ca o echipa , nu ca  niste fotomodele.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce  ca nu am mai luat bataie de la Austria din 1924 , si ca echipa respectiva  a jucat fara 10 titulari, cum Dumnezeu am reusit sa jucam asa prost! &lt;br /&gt;Pentru sufletul meu era important acest  joc, aveam eu ceva cu Austria, dar cum speranta mi`a fost tradata , eu declar oficial ca nu ma  voi uita la nici un fel de meci de fotbal al nationalei pana nu castigam cu Insulele  Feroe(echipa formata din medici  si avocati , care joaca din hobby), nu ca i`ar pasa cuiva  de opinea mea, dar totusi , echipa de balet a Romaniei  este invitata pe banca de rezerve.&lt;br /&gt;Inca o data ne  vom uita la Mondiale sustinand alte echipe ,nu pe a noastra, ca noi nu avem cu ce!Astia suntem cu astia defilam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-4329805421479951468?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/4329805421479951468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/04/echipa-de-balet-romaniei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4329805421479951468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4329805421479951468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/04/echipa-de-balet-romaniei.html' title='Echipa de balet a Romaniei'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-6383022023677651216</id><published>2009-03-23T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:34:04.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>american memories...:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Scfj0e7WUpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qUeUTlG_IOs/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Scfj0e7WUpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qUeUTlG_IOs/s200/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316468375928853138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da, tanti aceasta si inca 10.000.000 de americani purtau astfel de tricouri, in memoria  la nush ce bunica,bunic si asa mai departe so.... GOOD MOURNING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-6383022023677651216?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/6383022023677651216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6383022023677651216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6383022023677651216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/american-memories.html' title='american memories...:))'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/Scfj0e7WUpI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qUeUTlG_IOs/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-8682961966596532679</id><published>2009-03-22T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:07:44.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're EASTERN EUROPEAN when...</title><content type='html'>1. Your neighbour comes over every day uninvited, for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;2. You start your day with a cup of coffee and a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;3.You are standing next to the two largest suitcases at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;4.You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think its normal.&lt;br /&gt;5.All your children have nick names, which sound nowhere close to their real names.&lt;br /&gt;6.You know someone with 20 kids&lt;br /&gt;7.You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;8.You have lace curtains.&lt;br /&gt;9.You have lace tablecloths.&lt;br /&gt;10.You have rugs covering every inch of your house.&lt;br /&gt;11.Your mom tells you you're too skinny even though your 30 pounds overweight.&lt;br /&gt;12.You have curtains hanging across every doorway.&lt;br /&gt;13.You know someone that married his girlfriend of 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;14.Your house is full of medicine from your old country and it’s probably all illegal here.&lt;br /&gt;15.You and your friends have ever been kicked out of a restaurant or recreational park for being too loud or rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;16.You dont know how to use a dishwasher b/c u are the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;17.You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;18.You use grocery bags to hold garbage.&lt;br /&gt;19.Your dad ever butchered a pig or lamb.&lt;br /&gt;20.Your mom ever chased you with a rolling pin or a broom telling you to stop so that she could hit you.&lt;br /&gt;21.You're twenty years old and your parents are trying to send you back to your country to get you married cause your old.&lt;br /&gt;22.Getting married at 18 is normal.&lt;br /&gt;23.Getting married at 16 actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;24.You don't use measuring cups when cooking.&lt;br /&gt;25.If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;26.When your parents meet strangers and talk for a few minutes, you discover you're talking to a distant cousin.&lt;br /&gt;27.Your parents don't realize phone connections to foreign countries have improved in the last two decades, and still scream at the top of their lungs when making foreign calls.&lt;br /&gt;28. It's "normal" if your wedding has 600 people.&lt;br /&gt;29.You dont know half the people at your wedding cuz your parents invited them.&lt;br /&gt;30.Your family owns a coffee grinder..and a nut grinder&lt;br /&gt;31.Your 15 year old sister can out-drink any American guy.&lt;br /&gt;32.You work out six days a week, but somehow you dad whoops your ass in like five seconds after he comes home from a thirteen hour day from the bakery / factory / food business.&lt;br /&gt;33.You own a leather jacket.&lt;br /&gt;34.You drive a nicer car than your parents.&lt;br /&gt;35.Your dad carries around enough money to buy a car.&lt;br /&gt;36.You have all brand new appliances in your kitchen but your mom cooks in the basement with the stove from your old house.&lt;br /&gt;37.You are prohibited from speaking English in you own home.&lt;br /&gt;38.Your parents have gone on vacation ONCE and it was to your home country.&lt;br /&gt;39.Your church has a fully loaded bar&lt;br /&gt;40.If you are a girl and not married by the age of 20 you are an old maid&lt;br /&gt;41.You base your whole life on the fortune in your coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;42.The head of a pig with an apple in its mouth is looked upon as a delicacy&lt;br /&gt;43.Your parents still prefer to buy cassettes instead of CDs.&lt;br /&gt;44.Your friends' parents talk to you like they're YOUR PARENTS too.&lt;br /&gt;45.You are adored the first 10 years of your life, then treated like a complete idiot until you get married.&lt;br /&gt;46.Your car costs more than your college education&lt;br /&gt;47.You drive a Honda (or, in the EXTREME worse case a Nissan), and your windows are tinted to twice the legal limit&lt;br /&gt;48.Your parents have computer "experience" for 8 years already on the resume, yet they been in US for only 4...&lt;br /&gt;49.You’re actually nodding and laughing at most of these things&lt;br /&gt;50.You’re a proud Eastern European and pass this on to your European friends..&lt;br /&gt;51.There are no vegetarians in your family because they have all died off&lt;br /&gt;52.You have been able to buy cigarettes or alcohol for family members as early as age 7.&lt;br /&gt;53. Even better you‘re 6 and your father sends you out to buy him cigaretts and beer.&lt;br /&gt;54. You have 17 consonants and 2 vowels in your last name.&lt;br /&gt;55.Your parents tell you that they walked to school in 7feet of snow with no shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;56. A loaf of bread is eaten for lunch every day.&lt;br /&gt;57. you take your shoes off when you enter the house, and every&lt;br /&gt;family member has his/her own slippers (plus some extra for the guests)&lt;br /&gt;58. your mother tells you not to sit close to TV, and not to use&lt;br /&gt;cell phones, because you‘ll get a brain tumor.&lt;br /&gt;59. You had to share a room until you were 21.&lt;br /&gt;60. your mother tells you not to sit on the concrete slabs, or your balls/ovaries are going to freeze.&lt;br /&gt;61. your mother threatens you with "oh, just wait til ur father gets home".&lt;br /&gt;62. You begin and end most sentences with a curse word.&lt;br /&gt;63. Your father refers to all politicians as "scum" and "criminals".&lt;br /&gt;64. You know how to party with the family.&lt;br /&gt;65. You're the only one in the room laughing, because you know all this is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minunatul text nu imi apartine ,l`am furat de la Vero(sper sa nu se supere) pentru ca mi se pare foarte amuzant si cum a scris si ea ,si eu sunt perfect de acord cu puncul 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-8682961966596532679?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/8682961966596532679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-youre-eastern-european-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8682961966596532679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8682961966596532679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-youre-eastern-european-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re EASTERN EUROPEAN when...'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-5754338749800761090</id><published>2009-03-20T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:15:52.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>cat empire-the lost song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrV2YV2fdJI&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/ZrV2YV2fdJI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4648650782657804960-5754338749800761090?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/5754338749800761090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/cat-empire-lost-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5754338749800761090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5754338749800761090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/cat-empire-lost-song.html' title='cat empire-the lost song'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-6420071584456488276</id><published>2009-03-15T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:37:06.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Am primit o leapşă de la &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă aş putea, ce aş vrea să fiu.... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O floare : strelitie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un anotimp :vara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O culoare : roz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un animal : tigru bengal sau cal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un obiect vestimentar : skateri DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O piesă de mobilier : pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melodie : s.o.a.d- lonely day, coldplay-fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vers : Grant my last request, And just let me hold you. Don't shrug your shoulders, Lay down beside me. Sure I can accept that we're going nowhere, But one last time let's go there, Lay down beside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un obiect : laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un instrument muzical : harpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un copac : cocotier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un oraş : New York, Sibiu, Londra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O persoană publică : Cameron Diaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carte : F. Scott Fitzgerald -Marele Gatsby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fel de mâncare : Ciuperci umplute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un supererou : Edward din Twilight(aici las cum zice &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html"&gt;Adina&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fenomen al naturii : ploaie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maşină : Citroen C4 coupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fruct : pepene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O parte a corpului : ochii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un film : The sweetest thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dau mai departe leapşa &lt;a href="http://veronicsa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Veronicai&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-6420071584456488276?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/6420071584456488276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6420071584456488276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6420071584456488276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-4800024765334432095</id><published>2009-03-11T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:09:57.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frica!</title><content type='html'>De ceva timp si aici ma refer la ani, ma tot gandesc eu, de ce imi este mie frica?E greu de crezut ca si cele mai mici lucruri ma pot speria.&lt;br /&gt;Cele 15 bughi bughiuri ale mele le voi prezenta doar asa sa stiti ca i`m human too , ba nici chiar asa , ca sa vedeti cat de banale sunt!&lt;br /&gt;1)imi este frica de circari.. nu stiu de ce , dar nu imi insufla incredere , ba chiar e ceva suspect in ceea ce`i priveste!&lt;br /&gt;2)imi este  frica de serpi... ce  fel de animal e ala, e inutil societatii, te sperie si te musca si te nenoroceste.. no, thank you, non for me!&lt;br /&gt;3)imi este  frica de filmele de groaza, in viata mea am ajuns la un minunat record de 2 filme pe care le`am vizionat , si acelea cu patura in cap si urlat la cele mai insignifiante lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;4)imi este frica de painea inmuiata in supa/ciorba! e suspecta, e parca ar fi un burete care pluteste acolo si iti ia din cantitatea lichidului deci prin urmare raman si eu fara acid  gastric  in stomacel...(banal asa`i)&lt;br /&gt;5)imi este frica de cutite, de aceasta e de vina mama, care m`a invatat de mica ca  pot face mari ravagii daca nu`s manavrate cum trebuie. (aplicati aceasta  teorie la mine care sunt clumsy din nastere....)&lt;br /&gt;6)imi e frica de masini... da ,da, mereu am tot felul de idei in cap  ca eu voi murii calcata de o masina(nu imi este frica de moarte in sine ci de masina) , asta in conditile in care eu nici macar permis nu am.&lt;br /&gt;7)imi este frica de broaste! vai, acele fiinte jegoase si murdare si  iac! de ce traiesc ?is  urate si la fel ca si serpii sunt inutile!!&lt;br /&gt;8)imi este frica de nota de telefon... luna de luna trec peste frica aceasta doar cu ajutorul tatalui care o deschide inaintea mea si are un stil aparte sa imi da de veste cam cat valoreaza.. thank u daddy!&lt;br /&gt;9)imi este frica de dezamagire... de asta am mereu parte si se pare ca nu reusesc  nicicum sa trec peste.&lt;br /&gt;10)imi este frica de un anumit doctor  destinat femeilor ... ala `i pentru mine un fel ,de  scarface , un criminal in serie. Chiar si gandul ma  sperie , pe mine sa ma trimiteti la stomatolog!&lt;br /&gt;11)imi e frica de miscari sau sunete brusce,  sunt ca un iepure la astfel de lucruri , e incredibil cum de la un  simplu "bau!"  eu as putea sa fug!&lt;br /&gt;12)imi  este frica de picioare, mai exact de laba piciorului, imi insufla atat panica cand sunt "accidental atinsa".. please don`t .. ahh daca are soseta ii ok! daca nu ,tremur. :)&lt;br /&gt;13)imi e frica sa imi calc pe principii, pentru mine cel mai mult poti gresii fata  de propria persoana, asa ca daca calci pe ceva care te defineste.. ii grav!&lt;br /&gt;14) imi e frica de trecut!&lt;br /&gt;15) imi este frica sa nu raman singura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum sa va zic de ce nu imi este frica: nu mi`e frica de moarte, de viitor, de criminali , violatori, de bungee jumping, parasutism, avioane, suferinta, saracie, bogatie, dragoste, pisici, caini, crocodili, tigri, celofan,  boli incurabile, responsabilitate ,sa merg noaptea pe strada(asta mi`a trecut), straini, foc, apa, pamant, nisip, de casper sau alte minuni, paranormal, magie, iele, vampiri, hipopolupi, murdarie, bau bau,apocalipsa, cutremur, inunadtii, antihrist...Toate acestea fac parte din viata , oricum ma izbesc de ele si pot sa le infrunt cu stoicism!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-4800024765334432095?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/4800024765334432095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/frica.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4800024765334432095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4800024765334432095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/frica.html' title='Frica!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-2896748385726041371</id><published>2009-03-09T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:34:26.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanna von Hermanstadt von Birsan family deplasata la Cluj!</title><content type='html'>Fiind  o persoana atat de importanta normal ca trebuia sa ma deplasez la Cluj pentru a`mi vedea fanii de acolo. Hai sa nu exagerez totusi, minunatii mei prieteni m`au invitat in centru Universitar Cluj, zis si facut, asadar in acest weekend am patricipat "oleaca " la "lifestyleu" celor de acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o noapte aproape nedomita si o trezite brusca la 6 dimineata, am ajuns numai bine la personalau de 7 juma`.sunt fericita posesoare a unui permis de tren si deci ma pot duce unde imi doreste sufletelu` moka. Drumu catre Cluj n`a fost rau ,in afara de faptul ca eu am alertat toata familia regala Birsan  ca intarzie trenu` si nu mai ajunge  fata (adica eu) la destinatie ,desi fata s`a uitat prost pe ceas; tin sa precizez ca am ramas uimita de cat de murdara este tara noastra, este incredibil cat gunoi este pe m2,nu stiu cum s`a ajuns la treaba asta, cert este ca populatia tarii nu este constienta de aceasta nenorocire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTRUyKPzKI/AAAAAAAAACM/BLlGl0CFTI0/s1600-h/DSC05954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTRUyKPzKI/AAAAAAAAACM/BLlGl0CFTI0/s200/DSC05954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311100015568997538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La 12,51 trecute fix, am ajuns la gara si coloana oficila ,care trebuia sa ma astepte ,era incopmleta.( &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/a&gt; imi pare rau dar trebuia sa zic).Spre surprindera mea &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/a&gt; ,a fost prost inforamata despre ora aterizarii trenului, dar nu m`am  suparat pe ea , a avut noroc cu prietenu meu,care m`a  asteptat dragu de el. Bineinteles  ca &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;saracuta mea fata&lt;/a&gt;  si`o cerut scuze  si s`a intristat tare ca n`a  fost ea cea care sa ma astepte in gara cu bere, asa cum a primit indicatiile de la herr capitan Eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand peste acest fapt , baiatu meu  m`a luat si m`a  dus la el in camin si mai apoi m`a si dus in athena "ristorante" pentru a`mi vedea &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Corazonu&lt;/a&gt;. Ca 2 zapacite ce suntem , cand ne`am intalit noi au fugit sfintii.Ne`am apucat de povesti  la care un baiat nu ar fi trebuit sa participe , si acum sper doar ca nu l`am marcat pe viata . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asadar am fost predata &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;fetei&lt;/a&gt; pana la ora 8.Inimioara mea  m`a dus la ea ,m`a  hranit si in trei timpi si 4 miscari deja eram la expo cu o banda de moldoveni , foarte simpatici. Dupa un raid in targul acela de haine in care baietii nu stiau cum sa  fuga de acolo spunand  mereu: Hai ca aici am fost! ; am vizitat Polusu , pentru ca eu nu mai la  "chi ef si" puteam sa ingurgitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ora 8 seara deja eram predata la loc baitului cu indicatile de rigoare ca intr`o ora trebuia sa fim deja la club.&lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Milica&lt;/a&gt; mea , mandra de Convesi ei cei noi trebuia sa`i arate lumii ,asadar trebuia sa mergem in oras. Am mers in  la locul destinatiei , am dansat, am baut si am plecat.Trebuie insa sa va  spun ca eu nu am auzit de " jaga, jaga' si nici nu cred ca am pierdut ceva! Dupa ce  am plecat de acolo ,trebuia noi sa sunam in Austria sa ne speriem araboaica cu un "up town gril!"de la mama lui, si nu, nu am fost injurate! Deja la ora 3 jumate dormeam cu conditia ca la 11 sa mergem la gradina botanica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTRqjmLDQI/AAAAAAAAACU/vpMXQY8DDz0/s1600-h/DSC05959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTRqjmLDQI/AAAAAAAAACU/vpMXQY8DDz0/s200/DSC05959.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311100389616717058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costica ?Dormi? la 10 juma` din partea mea, "da , draga!" din partea lui. E de inteles ca omu` vrea sa doarma  sambata dimineata ,numai ca daca sunt eu in peisaj ,slabe sanse. Mi`am trezit baiatu` si am mers la cafea  ca nu eram in stare sa mergem direct la gradina. &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adina&lt;/a&gt; ,si ea chiauna  de cap, a participat la aceasta actiune , ca doar n`o fi ea mai breaza decat noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vizitat gradina minunata rapid fiind condusi de ghidul minunat &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adina&lt;/a&gt; ,si mai apoi orasu cu fiecare "grand edifice".Ne`am gandit noi sa mergem la film  horror 3d.Proasta ideie din punctul meu de vedere, pentru ca mie imi este frica  de filmele de acest gen , d`apoi unul 3d.Evident ca in timplu filmului singura nesanatoasa care putea sa urle eram eu , spre deliciu lui &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/a&gt; si a prietenului meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTR-S4ZzzI/AAAAAAAAACc/LqzJ2ra94BY/s1600-h/DSC08835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTR-S4ZzzI/AAAAAAAAACc/LqzJ2ra94BY/s200/DSC08835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311100728727162674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara numarul 2 a trecut repede, in sensul ca am fost in plimbare pana in Hasdeu si mai apoi vroiam intr`o crajma dar n`aveam loc si  am ajuns in "chinchin"(sau asa ceva). Ne`am hotarat sa mergem sa jucat whist si mai apoi sa dormim, si asa am si facut, desi in program mai era sa vizitam "Cetatuia" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima zi de Cluj a trecut repede, trezirea si fugit la asteptat pachet , am inghetat un pic ce`i drept , mai apoi am fost la  &lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/a&gt; sa mancam sfinti , sau cel putin unii dintre noi ca eu sunt alergica,ne`am si intors in camin  si deja la 5 eram in autogara  cu sanse mari sa nu plec, dar prietenul meu a rezolvat`o si pe asta, s`a luptat pentru bilet ca sa fie sigur ca plec. Ne`am pupat  si  am plecat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fluturell.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/a&gt; multumesc pentru servetel si nu numai!Prietenul meu ,stiu ca te`am epuizat dar nu ne vedem chiar zilnic  si asadar o sa supravietuiesti ,dar multumesc si tie ca ai avut atat de multa grija de mine!(ai scapat de gura mamei mele).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTSS2xJvyI/AAAAAAAAACk/bHFJTlsYRdk/s1600-h/DSC08817+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTSS2xJvyI/AAAAAAAAACk/bHFJTlsYRdk/s200/DSC08817+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311101081957809954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci, mergeti la Cluj ca e frumos,dar sa veti echipa cel putin la fel de buna ca si a mea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-2896748385726041371?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/2896748385726041371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hanna-von-hermanstadt-von-birsan-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2896748385726041371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2896748385726041371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/03/hanna-von-hermanstadt-von-birsan-family.html' title='Hanna von Hermanstadt von Birsan family deplasata la Cluj!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SbTRUyKPzKI/AAAAAAAAACM/BLlGl0CFTI0/s72-c/DSC05954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-1304951286489813942</id><published>2009-03-04T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:40:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>joc minunat care ma streseaza de 2 zile</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.woowjoc_list { float:left;width:185px;height:75px;text-align:left;font-weight:normal;font-size:7pt;font-family:Tahoma;background:url("http://jocuri.woow.ro/images/bg_joc_list-1.gif");}&lt;br /&gt;.woowjoc_list img { border:0px;float:left;margin:5px;width:70px;height:59px;}&lt;br /&gt;.woowjoc_list a {text-decoration:none;font-size: 8pt;background:none;color:#003366;}&lt;br /&gt;.woowjoc_titlu {text-decoration:none;font-size:8pt;background:none;}&lt;br /&gt;.woowjoc_info {padding:6px;font-size: 7pt;}&lt;br /&gt;.woowjoc_descriere {font-weight: normal;font-size:7pt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; width: 185px; height: 84px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="woowjoc_list"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://jocuri.woow.ro/sola-rola-joc2083.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://jocuri.woow.ro/files/solarola.gif" alt="jocuri Sola Rola" /&gt;&lt;div class="woowjoc_info"&gt;&lt;div class="woowjoc_titlu"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sola Rola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Trebuie sa conduci cele 2 bile sa ajunga in gaura. 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Da, da , am fost la cabana in weekend. In mod normal in fiecare an facem cate o iesire la Paltinis unde e frumos si bine, la cabana 37 , in munti, unde nu ne stie nimeni.Anul acesta am  avut nenorocul sa nu mai gasim liber la cabana  noastra si am fost nevoiti sa mergem la cabana la Saliste la MAMA DRACU...departe rau.A fost o adevarata aventura inca de la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUhoIKVKbI/AAAAAAAAABc/KTZ2FaXZKrY/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUhoIKVKbI/AAAAAAAAABc/KTZ2FaXZKrY/s200/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306684709195295154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cu cateva saptamani inainte  eram inca in Austria  si m`am gandit sa`mi convoc pe  toti "austrieci " mei la o cabana. Am vorbit in tara si am stabilit ca in februarie   mergem la cabana . Evident la inceput toti ,Batman ,Batman, ca vin .In mod normal in perioada aceia toti erau in tara , dar cum is  toti oameni  dati de la  natura sa se traga pe  fund , singura si cea mai importanta  fiinta  care trebuia sa vina si o si venit dintre "austrieci",a fost  mi vida ,Adina! Dar pana acolo mai e  mult si bine.De precizat  austrieci= romanii cu care mi`am petrecut eu zilele peste hotare si grupul=prietenii mei de pe aici.&lt;br /&gt;  Am ajuns acasa din Austria si mi`am intrebat oamenii ce facem , mai  mergem? Nu prea erau doritori si am lasat`o balta , pana lunea trecuta cand, vice presedintele  grupului s`a sesizat si a zis sa se faca cabana , Si se facu!&lt;br /&gt;A mers , a rezervat  si acum era timpul sa vedem cati oameni se aduna. Liste peste liste si telefoane peste telefoane. Pentru 2 zile am fost centralista , am sunat,  de  mai aveam putin si  cadeam in cap.In  final am ajuns sa constatam ca in loc de 20 eram numa 17 , si  ca persoana care mi`ar fi facut mie mare placere sa vina  nu a venit(nah te`am zis!) desi stia ca  urma sa fie cabana si era anuntat din ianuarie si a promis sa vina si .... nah .&lt;br /&gt;Ne`am  dus la cumparaturi dupa  ce am facut sute de socoteli de "n" luate cate "k"..am cumparat tot ce se putea, am avut si alte incidente de care n`am voie sa povestesc si am stabliti ca  sambata plecam la cabana.&lt;br /&gt;Normal ca  fac parte din familia Birsan si noi suntem mai speciali, dupa ce am facut rost de  birja tata sa ma duca la  ora 11  cu conditia sa rasar la el la ora 10 , am  fost placut surprinsa de faptul ca tata  la 10 vroia sa ne duca la cabana  in conditile in care noi trebuia sa incepem sa venim de la 12.Ne suim in masina sa o luam pe Elane, saraca fata abia trezita la 10 trebuia sa fie  in fata blocului in 15 min la comanda  colonelului Birsan senior, cred ca ne`a spovedit toata familia.Am luat`o pe fata abia  trezita si fara chef ,  ca era dimineata, si am mers iara la mine sa mai luam niste chesti.&lt;br /&gt;  La ora 11.10 min  eram deja la cabana.La stanga zapada , la dreapta zapada, in fata  zapada, in spate zapada la  mijloc cabana. In mijlocul pustiitatii eram noi. Administratoarea, minunata femeie, a sarit ca arsa  cand a  vazut ca am venit la ora  aia,si ne`a tinut o intreaga  teorie despre cum trebuie sa utilizam cabana si mai apoi   unde e sefu de turma ca el trebuie sa semneze si sa garantze ca nu`i dam foc. Tata amuzat de faptul ca era un frig in cabana si  chiar s`a oferit sa ne plateasca sa mergem acasa cu el a tinut sa`i spuna femeii ca nu a adus calugarite acolo si ca stie ce creste la casa.&lt;br /&gt;A plecat  familia  ,si eu cu Elane am ramas acolo singure, vai de capu nostru. Ne`am ascuns intr`o camera si am instalat laptopul si Elane s`a culcat pe mirobolanta mea  voce pentru ca ma chinuia talentu` de frig si aveam program de karaoke la mine pe laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Am asteptat o ora si a venit si urmatoarea masina cu bautura .De acum totul era bine. I`am facut pe hamalii si am carat  20 de baxuri de bere sus  in camerele care erau asa departe (si atunci am realizat si  ce departe stam), puteam juca ascunsea la cat de mare era cabana.&lt;br /&gt;   Rand pe rand au venit personajele .Adinuta mea  trea sa fie culeasa de la autogara de Pisi mea , Autogara Transnistru, oricare ar fi aia in Sibiu, si mai apoi trebuiau sa se  suie in trenu de Saliste sa vina catre  noi. Am  fost informata ca trenul  ajunge in urmatoarele 15 minute ,si asa am gasit omu` cu duba sa`i aducem de la gara pe oameni. Cu berea`n mana si spirit mult ne`am dus  si i`am luat . De precizat ca, a fost foarte fun sa mergem in duba , fara scaune , dar va rog fara sa se verse berea.&lt;br /&gt;   Formatia completa era acolo ,in loc de 17 eram 23, dar nu era problema. Ne`am apucat de dansat si cantat  si de  mopuit, ca niciodata  trebuia sa stergem pardoseala ori de cate ori se scapa ceva pe jos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUpC6l0GlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lI5iW5t5Tw4/s1600-h/DSC05843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUpC6l0GlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lI5iW5t5Tw4/s200/DSC05843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306692865990335058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dupa consumul a mai multor beri si negarea absoluta a faptului ca as fi in stare de ebrietate, comandanta Birsan , a grait : sa se faca gratar, ACUM..si nu se facu. Mi`am luat`o pe pisi  ,ca eu fac gratar  , ca oamenii nu`s in stare , pisi s`a sesizat si m`am facut nenormala (ceea ce este si valid) si s`a dus  in cautare de  baieti pt gratar;dar eu nu, m`am dat mare si rotunda ca fac eu grataru`. Asa ca m`am dus pe camp unde ne`a rezeravat administratoarea locu` si stateam eu asa pe piatra de hotar si asteptam sa se faca gratar. Apoi m`am gandit sa fac focu, dar n`aveam aschii si  in fond nimic ce ar putea aprinde grataru`.Mi Vida si  Pisi au venit inarmata  cu 3-4  barbati sa faca  focu`, si eu apoi m`am facut ca dispar. Gratarul se facu ,si  pentru  ca nu mai aveam jar sa se faca  toata carnea a ramas mai mult de jumate, spre supararea lui Pisi care isi dorea tare sa pape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUk1dlQcEI/AAAAAAAAABs/8an6JfG7pn0/s1600-h/DSC05877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUk1dlQcEI/AAAAAAAAABs/8an6JfG7pn0/s200/DSC05877.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306688236818559042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dupa faza gratar, au urmat fazele de Kramer la mine. Intram in camera ca si personajul mai sus mentionat  , izbeam usa , ma clatinam un pic si urlam PISI! si apoi  dispaream.Pana venea pisi eu  eram deja plecata. M`am stabilit mai apoi in camera de petrecere si am dansat pana am aluncat pe bere(cineva n`a folosit  mopul)si am cazut atat de rau  incat si azi mai am dureri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUpDLBMr8I/AAAAAAAAACE/OJ67PGpPTY8/s1600-h/DSC05919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUpDLBMr8I/AAAAAAAAACE/OJ67PGpPTY8/s200/DSC05919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306692870400159682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pe la vreo 1 noaptea , prea multi oameni au disparut la somn, asa ca eu cu Mi vida ne`am dus cu trambite si urlete sa`i trezim. Am cantat atat de tare  imnu si dumnezeu mai stie ce , de am reusit sa`i trezim pe toti dupa care omul din mine cerea somn..M`am pus in pat si am dormit pana la un moment dat cand au venit razbunatorii si ne`au cantat  si m`au facut cu pasta de dinti pe toata fata. Singura chestie care am putut`o spune: Ba cine manaca  Menthos?  dupa care Blank pana dimineata cand m`am trezit si am fazut adevaratele daune care erau pe mine.Doresc pe aceasta cale sa va multumesc pentru spalatul pe fata cu pasta  de dinti  si deasemenea si pe par si pe tricou, celor care mi`au facut "igiena faciala".&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit  din camera  in care dormeam dimineata si m`am spalat pe par cu apa foarte rece dupa care am intrat in camera de petrecere. Razboiul mondial nu a fost nimic, pe langa ce am reusit noi sa facem, dar eu m`am asezat si m`am uitat in jur si am zis ca plec... Si mi`am luat  fata si dusa am  fost!&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc celor ce ati facut curat  , imi pare rau ca nu am stat dar data viitoare o sa particip! &lt;br /&gt;  Sunt multe de povestit inca, spre exemplu: de nesimtiti aia  2 care si`o trageau pe topogan, de fochistu nostru ,care nici macar nu a mai dormit la noi in camera dupa ce a facut foc toata noaptea, de faptul ca au cazut mai multe persoane  pe  jos din cauza mopului(sau pe scari) si nu in ultimul rand de vanataile  de pe noi ,care nu stim unde ne`am putut  lovi asa de tare . &lt;br /&gt;So in aprilie cabana iara.. cine  vine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-4593040517440429670?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/4593040517440429670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/cabana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4593040517440429670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4593040517440429670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/cabana.html' title='Cabana..'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SaUhoIKVKbI/AAAAAAAAABc/KTZ2FaXZKrY/s72-c/IMG_1288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-3753583569964868017</id><published>2009-02-19T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:54:19.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregatire..</title><content type='html'>Vorbeam  zilele acestea cu niste prietene despre faptul ca mereu baietii se plang ca dureaza prea mult sa ne pragatim sa iesim in oras,  asa ca m`am gandit sa va explic un pic  fenomenul.&lt;br /&gt; Femeia , homosapiensul intalnit cel mai des in lumea aceasta(asta pentru ca fiecarui  barbat ii revin cel putin 7 femei)necesita un proces amplu de pragatire  pentru a iesi in  lume. Mereu o fata are nevoie cel putin 20 de minute de a fi gata, gata in ceea ce priveste tinuta. Noi trebuie sa ne asezam in fata  dulapului si sa ne puneam intrebarea(cel putin de 20 de ori): cu ce ma imbrac? Ne alegem o tinuta  si nu se potrivesc papucii , apoi ne  alegem papucii si nu se potriveste  fusta, nu se potriveste fusta luam pantaloni  pentru ca papucii merita scosi in lumea , dar apoi nu avem curea si daca  nu avem curea tre sa apelam  la alte accesorii pentru a nu se observa lipsa  curelei. Dupa ce se stabileste prima  tinuta ne aducem aminte  ca  barul in care mergem  este ori prea " fitos" ori prea "lame" deci iar nu`i bine. Iar ne puneam in fata  dulapului si alegem alte tricouri si  fuste  , ne aducem apoi aminte ca tricoul pe care`l vrem l`am purtat acum o saptamana la o alta iesire, iar nu`i bine, iar ne intoarcem ,iar ne sucim  si dupa lungi cercetari sunam o prietena  sa ne aduca  o bluza  ca numai aia se potriveste.&lt;br /&gt;Am  ales  tinuta, primul stadiu este implinit, acum mergem la dus( in cel mai bun caz... ca daca ne apucam sa facem baie mai dureaza procesul). La  dus pe langa folosirea a 4554 de produse de "incremuire" frumos  mirositoare ,vine intrebarea : cum imi fac parul? Ne imbracam   frumos si incepem  procesul:intindem, incretim , stricam, incretim, prindem, stricam, prindem, tragem , rupem,  mai tundem, stricam, ajungem in final sa cedam nervos si il lasam cum l`a lasat natura..lalai ca`i in trend.&lt;br /&gt;Bun , acum suntem imbracate si frezate , si totusi ceva lipseste; unghile trebuie facute si ele. Scoatem  baxu de  nuante  si incepem: facem rosu, nu`i bine,stergem,  bluza`i verde, facem  french, nu`i  bine  ca nu`i la moda,stergem, bagam un negru  ,nu`i bine ca`i prea morbid,stergem,mai schimbam  de 3-4 ori culoarea si apoi  punem un lac transparent  pentru ca orice alta nuanta nu`i buna. &lt;br /&gt;Pana acum avem  hainele , freza si unghile urmeaza  "procesul de machiere". Dureros  proces. Gletuim fata in prim plan cu  crema , dam cu un baton corector( sa nu se vada imperfectiunile ei) dam cu  pudra , dam cu  fond de ten , stergem  ca  e prea inchis sau prea deschis. Iara dam cu crema , cu baton  ,cu  fond de ten cu pudra , pana aici  totul e ok , aplicam primu fard de pleoape  , nu`i bun  , stergem , iara mai aplicam unu  iar nu`i bine iar stergem, al treilea e ok si il lasam , dam cu un tus de  ok gresim stergem , din nou aplicam fardu   iara bagam tusul, iara ii prea lunga dara de tus iar stergem  , repetam  procesul , apoi bagam un rimel si un creion de ochi  si gata  ochisorii. Trecem mai departe la  buze, iara  344 de  culori iara  347 de incercari  de aplicare , reusim si treminam  procesul. Mai bantuim  prin casa  dam cu o tona de parfum pe  noi   si pregatim geanta.Tot ce  va  puteti imagina intra intr`o geanta ,ruj, bani, guma, buletin, rimel, servetele, pixuri, tigari, brichete, parfum, tampoane, tic tac, piaptan, perie, alt parfum , alt ruj,numai soacra mai lipseste. &lt;br /&gt;Suntem gata  in final,asta  daca intre timp nu  vine o prietena si ne spune ca  ceva nu`i bine  si procesul iar incepe.&lt;br /&gt;Toate acestea ,desi lasa impresia ca ar tine o vesnicie  , pentru noi dureaza maxim 2 ore, sunt cazuri in care tin  numai 30 de min in conditile in care ne gandim cu o seara inainte cu ce ne imbracam, si de tinut minte ca avem si experienta.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar la ora 8 putem iesi din casa... ne intalnim cu baieti ,cu iubiti si aprecierea pe care o primim: Arati  bine!Cu tot respectul dragilor meritam mai mult de atat! Ca  doar  pentru voi ne  intolim si ne chinuim sa aratam bine ( in principiu) si pentru un"arati bine! " ne putem lipsi de atata pregatire, So data viitoare  cand  va scoateti domnita afara, infloriti un pic fraza si apreciati un pic mai mult efortul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-3753583569964868017?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/3753583569964868017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregatire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/3753583569964868017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/3753583569964868017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/pregatire.html' title='Pregatire..'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-4342402860910434672</id><published>2009-02-10T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:19:33.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SZHCQdU-fMI/AAAAAAAAABU/xA-gegPxrbk/s1600-h/DSC05570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SZHCQdU-fMI/AAAAAAAAABU/xA-gegPxrbk/s320/DSC05570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301231824398089410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA!Home!Asta imi readuce  bucuria pe fata! Am venit acasa! Acasa unde wc-ul ii stricat  si chiuveta din bucatarie tasneste, si aspiratourl a  fost furat in mod misterios de pe balcon si apoi regasit la un vecin, unde pisica e batuta de  alte matze, unde becul din baie parca nu mai merge si cel mai important nu am loc in dulap de prea multe  haine! Astea sunt nimicuri! uitasem  cat de bine e acasa si cat  de multa sustinere am aici,  cata lume ma iubeste si asta nu numai pentru cadourile aduse, lumea ma incurajeaza,  nu ma lasa sa plang si ma asigura ca orice ar fi  sunt langa mine!&lt;br /&gt;Experienta Austria s`a terminat, nu pot spune  ca imi pare rau ca am  trait`o dar pot spune ca am gasit  niste oameni extraordinari acolo!Oricat  de  rau a mers acolo, ei sunt cei care  le datorez o gramada de multumiri! Dispun de una bucata  Adina care este o scumpa si o iubita si care cred ca este  perechea mea perfecta . Miriam  este o persoana  cu  care as  putea trece  mari si tari sa eliberam Palestina si  minuni de astea, Sandru este moldoveanu` cu care am un limbaj codifica prin care ne batem  joc de austrieci. Nici  conservatorul de Vlad nu poate  fi uitat , sa`i dea  Doamne , Doamne sanatate de cate o ori a fost cu mine pe   balcon la povesti.Amelia , medieseanca  autentica, ne  ne`a lasat nici o data sa vedem  raul din fata , ea ne`a invatat ca  nu se poate sa  fie dracul asa negru ,si chiar nu e.Ana   colega mea de camera, elefantica mea, raza  diminetii mele, ce pot spune despre ea.... ma rog ca in viitorul apropiat sa dea si ea de o viata sexuala sa nu mai fie asa de "moody".Nu in  ultimul rand Iulia , care daca nu ar fi  fost  trebuia sa fi dormit de 'n" ori pe strada, si care m`am primit in Viena de cate ori a fost nevoie, si mi`a arata adevarat  viata de noapte  de acolo!&lt;br /&gt;Oameni  enumerati mai sus  imi  vor ramene  prieteni pe veci!  .&lt;br /&gt; Sa  nu uitam ca aici urma sa scriu despre  Home  sweet  home!Bine am venit in Romania ! Tara  tuturor posiblitatilor, unde  totul se rezolva! De la credite prea putine  la " salveare  poponetzului meu de criza econimica" which  by the  way ...a afectat rau de tot  Romania si inca sunt de parere ca este un trend adoptat de noi sa fim cooli  ca si America.&lt;br /&gt;Trecand peste criza  si peste faptu ca m`au gazat in tren  ungurii , dragii de ei si , au spart 6 compartimente..Am fost asteptata acasa de  o echipa intreaga de sustinere! sunt de 3 zile acasa si  inca nu am apucat sa ma vad cu toti prietenii , nici macar din casa nu am reusit sa ies , findu`mi casa plina dar nu conteaza asta! &lt;br /&gt;Sunt acasa si un e nimic mai frumos nicaieri in lume  cum  e acasa!Aici voi fi mereu iubita si ridicata de jos daca  voi cadea si impinsa sa infrunt lumea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqscSWtHmo&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/HZqscSWtHmo&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/4648650782657804960-4342402860910434672?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/4342402860910434672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4342402860910434672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/4342402860910434672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SZHCQdU-fMI/AAAAAAAAABU/xA-gegPxrbk/s72-c/DSC05570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-6760139941557914817</id><published>2009-02-05T17:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:37:59.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perle de Salzburg</title><content type='html'>Me  again... M`am  gandit  eu sa va scriu cateva perle de la  noi asa cum spune  si titlul :&lt;br /&gt;1)Teoretic, logic  vorbind....&lt;br /&gt;2)ich  habe  gegesen(mancat), getrunken(baut), ge..etwas(geceva)&lt;br /&gt;3)erasmusii nu pleaca picati acasa..(bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;4)de ce are Turcia 3 carti?&lt;br /&gt;5)cac  si wc  cele mai tari partide...&lt;br /&gt;6)mai ai multe de semnat?&lt;br /&gt;7)mergem sa cantam in gara sa ne platim bursa&lt;br /&gt;8)i cooked a salad&lt;br /&gt;9)avem noi locuitori , Daniel si Issy se numesc soarecii..&lt;br /&gt;10)(karaoke)you should  shut up!(publicul)&lt;br /&gt;11)dar ea unde traieste?(unde locuieste)&lt;br /&gt;12)concert zdob : si s`a primit turneul?&lt;br /&gt;13)concertul e la terminatul strazii&lt;br /&gt;14)poate ar trebui sa inveti ce e ala adverb&lt;br /&gt;15) nu ii place sa fie iubibila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-6760139941557914817?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/6760139941557914817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/perle-de-salzburg_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6760139941557914817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6760139941557914817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/perle-de-salzburg_05.html' title='Perle de Salzburg'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-8588621573572380526</id><published>2009-02-05T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:15:52.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Lonely day......my favorit song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gcmfYFZBjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/2gcmfYFZBjY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cinstea programului Erasmus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-8588621573572380526?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/8588621573572380526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8588621573572380526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8588621573572380526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Lonely day......my favorit song!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-2412628791070953880</id><published>2009-02-01T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:58:34.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex is a sensation caused by temptation when a man puts his location in a woman’s destination. Do u get my explanation, or do u need a demonstration?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-2412628791070953880?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/2412628791070953880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/sex-is-sensation-caused-by-temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2412628791070953880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/2412628791070953880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/02/sex-is-sensation-caused-by-temptation.html' title=''/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-5308938252997784600</id><published>2009-01-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:36:56.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sesiune...ianuarie- februarie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXjYkYG9BiI/AAAAAAAAABM/HvFL9mJsfvk/s1600-h/DSC03581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXjYkYG9BiI/AAAAAAAAABM/HvFL9mJsfvk/s320/DSC03581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294219481432524322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Noi  suntem studenti, studenti eminenti  sau cel putin asa vrem sa para.De cateva zile a inceput sesiunea, moment in care nu stim pe unde sa mai alergam  dupa cursuri si inforamtii.Lumea e stresata si  iritata si  nu are nici un fel de chef de viata sau are dar prea mult.Este perioada aceia  a anului in care hiperactivitatea  se desfasoara  in orice alta directie decat acea a invatatului.Acum ne arde sa plecam ,sa  facem excursii, sa  bem , numai de cursuri sa nu dam.&lt;br /&gt;Inevitabil realizam  ca mai avem 2 zile pana la un examen si ne apuca toate transpiratiile si  incepem sa ne  plangem pe la prieteni ca  materia e multa si  nu o intelegm. Scuzele sunt multe, chef nu este, si notele sunt pe masura.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam la un moment dat  sa se inventeze un aparat care sa citeasca  mintea omului, asa  invatam si apoi ni se pune o casca  pe cap si voila!  asta stii, asta`  nota ei.&lt;br /&gt;Sistemul  romanesc e cel mai ok. Ai sanse sa te duci la examen si chiar sa il iei.&lt;br /&gt;Tata spunea" conditia esentiala de a promova un examen este sa te prezinti!" si chiar asa e. Am avut colegi care nu invatau nimic si tot treceau in mod miraculos, ori erau atat de destepti de invatau de la cursuri  ,ori copiau, si sincer m`as  duce pe prima  varianta!&lt;br /&gt;Frumos e cand incepe numaratoarea inversa a examenelor si treptat se "imputineaza"... dar pana atunci mai avem cateva cursuri de mancat si de  tocit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-5308938252997784600?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/5308938252997784600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sesiuneianuarie-februarie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5308938252997784600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/5308938252997784600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sesiuneianuarie-februarie.html' title='sesiune...ianuarie- februarie'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXjYkYG9BiI/AAAAAAAAABM/HvFL9mJsfvk/s72-c/DSC03581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-6869406334572381873</id><published>2009-01-22T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:35:52.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An  emo... by 3 romanians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXh1DgAPz-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/g9i8U7GkJcQ/s1600-h/STA61787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXh1DgAPz-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/g9i8U7GkJcQ/s320/STA61787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294110064965046242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emo was crying a river,&lt;br /&gt;A girl passed by,&lt;br /&gt;she felt so bad about him that  she  wanted to donate a liver,&lt;br /&gt;for the purpose,&lt;br /&gt;of science  research,&lt;br /&gt;And so she  hold his hand&lt;br /&gt;and made him cry,&lt;br /&gt;a second  river and  fucking Salzburg was under water&lt;br /&gt;so all of them started to buid a boat,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking that they were better than Venice,&lt;br /&gt;But they waren`t and  so they drowned,&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;Ya  right!&lt;br /&gt;But a mermaid  saved them and they lived happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;wait, i`m lying!&lt;br /&gt;don`t be  crying ,&lt;br /&gt;You can`t be denying that  this world is dying,&lt;br /&gt;the cows ain`t  flying&lt;br /&gt;True love and shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-6869406334572381873?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/6869406334572381873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-by-3-romanians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6869406334572381873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6869406334572381873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/emo-by-3-romanians.html' title='An  emo... by 3 romanians'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXh1DgAPz-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/g9i8U7GkJcQ/s72-c/STA61787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-991025357756992893</id><published>2009-01-22T04:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:59:36.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem in  Do minor, by Adina &amp; Hanna a.k.a HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXhtIyhSJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cs9ATCNBU4/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXhtIyhSJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cs9ATCNBU4/s320/DSC03065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294101359741773138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In  ora de germana ne  aflam,&lt;br /&gt;si tare ne plictiseam,&lt;br /&gt;Un  cantec  degeaba ascultam,&lt;br /&gt;Pam... pam&lt;br /&gt;Italianau` in preajma era&lt;br /&gt;si tot se fofila&lt;br /&gt;tot degeaba era,&lt;br /&gt;ca oricum adverbul&lt;br /&gt;nume de salata era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu`i nimic , cu un pic de inspiratie,&lt;br /&gt;Noi vom pleca la concert cu gratie&lt;br /&gt;cu haine de pitzi&lt;br /&gt;si freze cam cripy,&lt;br /&gt;Cantam in "moldovenesti"&lt;br /&gt;ca romanii sunt " the beshti"&lt;br /&gt;si`artatam la austrieci,&lt;br /&gt;cine`i tare in boscheti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zdob si zdub sunt canatatorii,&lt;br /&gt;Akhmed Group  admiratorii,&lt;br /&gt;Adina canta tare&lt;br /&gt;Hanna are gura mare,&lt;br /&gt;Italianu are peste,&lt;br /&gt;de la ala  putza`i creste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miriam cu Yala Yala&lt;br /&gt;canta tare`n gura mare&lt;br /&gt;Impreuna sefi  suntem&lt;br /&gt;Praf va facem, tuica bem&lt;br /&gt;si la gara  iar cantam&lt;br /&gt;"mamelor din  lumea`ntreaga"&lt;br /&gt;la geramana pic iara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasmus e program tare&lt;br /&gt;Salzburg e nu`i oras mare&lt;br /&gt;dar Salzach poduri are&lt;br /&gt;si  bem vin tare&lt;br /&gt;pe -  20  de grade&lt;br /&gt;Pana politia face gura mare&lt;br /&gt;si citeste  pe  buletine tare&lt;br /&gt;Roumania ,ha?sunteti din Cehia oare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si macaua pe turci ii invatam,&lt;br /&gt;Harta Europei le`aratam,&lt;br /&gt;De ce Rumania  mica e,&lt;br /&gt;Si Kurdistan pe  harta  nu e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangria la galeti bem,&lt;br /&gt;Vodca , vin si bere vrem,&lt;br /&gt;de cursurile  sa le aprofundam  ne speriem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clatite  facem in ritm lent&lt;br /&gt;caci bucurestenii nu ne incurca&lt;br /&gt;Si adina se`ncrunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si der  Bus rent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar avem ceva de furca,&lt;br /&gt;Cu Sandru jucam  turca!&lt;br /&gt;Ana sforaie de rupe,&lt;br /&gt;Alison invata de rupe&lt;br /&gt;Si acum Le grand finali&lt;br /&gt;...( to be continued on monday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-991025357756992893?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/991025357756992893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-in-do-minor-by-adina-hanna-aka-ha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/991025357756992893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/991025357756992893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/poem-in-do-minor-by-adina-hanna-aka-ha.html' title='Poem in  Do minor, by Adina &amp; Hanna a.k.a HA!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T02AIqb8a3Q/SXhtIyhSJVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cs9ATCNBU4/s72-c/DSC03065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-3766214757830073568</id><published>2009-01-20T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:45:09.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='..'/><title type='text'>Ohh tu aventura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu de mult timp buna mea  prietena m`a  vizitat si pe mine in tarile  staine prin care umblu ,(spun tari ,pentru ca sunt mai multe in ultimul  timp datorita evolutiei umane din vest si mai ales a economiei care iti  permite sa vizitezi ce iti doresti cu cu bani putini) nu de alta dar sa se asigure  ca inca nu am afectat  strainatatea cu nebunia mea! Planuind cu ceva  luni inainte  excursia ei aici  ,m`am  gandit sa facem 2 excursii mai maricele , se merita la banii pe care i`am dat sa vedem capitalele a 2 tari(69€ drum+mancat 30€+ dormit 15€=114€ super oferta  pentru Praga si Bratislava).&lt;br /&gt;Dragi prieteni, daca ati vazut  filmul  Eurotrip nu va  faceti probleme   ,dar  Bratisalava nu  este un catun  daramat si nici absinthul nu este bautura traditionala, nu ,nu! Spre surprinderea  noastra  aceasta  capitala   se afla  la  dimensiunea unui oras mediu din Romania ,sa  spune  de exemplu Sibiu, mica si cocheta  Bratislava merita   vizitata! Bun , am plecat   dimineata spre capitalutza si am ajuns  dupa juma` de ora ... asta pentru ca se afla la 60 de km de Viena.  Ce`i drept  ,ne`am cam speriat  inca de la primii  pasi facuti pe acolo deoarece   se vorbea o limba atat de ciudata iar asemanarea cu tara noastra de bastina era  destul de mare. Singura  noastra problema  era   ca nu dispuneam de bani  "de aia  de lor", dar  un prieten  ne spusese inca din Viena ca deja intrase euro dar noi nu  ca Batman , Batman   !si chiar asa a fost .La  primul pas ni s`a pus in fata  optiunea  euro! Acum problema   numarlul 2 ... 2 zapacite ....intr`o tara  straina   ... intrebarea   mare... unde`i centru? Intrebem pe unu`altu`  daca "du  iu spic inglis"...aia nu  si nu ,ca numai  "doici ",stim  si "doici" de ala.  Dupa ce am aflat cum se ajunge pe acolo ,si am si ajuns... in circa 10 minute....o treaba era  ciudata .. parca nu prea arata asa a "centru"... mandra mea zice  " tu... ii pe aproape..  ca aici e hotel Tatra" asa o  fi, imi inchipui  eu.. ne irolam intr`o plimbare in  asa zis centru si   tot  noi ne gandim ca ceva nu`i bine, si mai intrebam un individ..Saracu baiat  , intrebat de  2 nebune ce`i de vazut la el in tara   , inceraca sa  ne  explice  ce este cu adevarata important de  vizitat, intr`o  germana asta de  ciudata incat am inteles  ca trebuie sa mergem drept si apoi de 3 ori linx... ceea ce inseamna ,in opinea mea ,ca ar trebui sa ne intoarcem in acelasi loc , nu?  Noi il intrebat unde dam de o "crjma",   el  o zis  ca  o ceainarie e la 2  strazi, noi  ii spunem ca  "absinth  !absinth !".. el spune   ca   :ja, ja la ceainarie! Dam din cap si  zicem ca multumesc,  ba chiar ne  tragem in chip cu el si   let`s go! Mai vedem un   individ ,mai invarsta, am zis sa il intrebam si pe el ca nu strica  ... adica un individ existent pe planeta acesta cu 40 de ani  inaintea noastra sa cunoasca engleza si sa ne mai si zica  unde este  centru si  ce e de vazut in el "ohhh  dude u rock!".&lt;br /&gt;Plecam fericite  si chiar ajungem in centru istoric , o frumusete  de orasel cu  chestii interesante prin el  , ne facem poze pe acolo  ,ne strambam si acum  hai sa mancam...  ni s`a parut   mai putin suspect un irish pub si chiar am intrat! Super tare locul ala  , muzica faina , atmosefra ok  si  bere  buna, am mancat  pui  (la care ni s`a adus la masa un  bol cu  apa si lamie   in care ne`am bagat cartofii si puiul ca poate era ceva apa magica cu gust de piper, l`am  si intrebat pe baiatul acela  apoi pentru ce era  si el ne`a  spus drept" e sa  va spalati mainile...mda..) ... si ce  ne trece prin cap , tre` sa bem Absinth  ... dar ne era rusine sa cerem , de parca era  ceva   ilegal si imoral...   prietena mea    se  incurajeaza  si se duce la  chelnar si il intreaba soptind  daca exista bautura ..  ce credeti ,chiar era ! ne aduce Garcon al nostru ,ca asa l`am  denumit   ,2 shoturi inflacarate (la propriu )cu  minunata  bautura.... efectele au fost relativ rapide avand in vedere ca nu era  bautura autentica . Noi incepem sa radem si sa  glumim ( glume de gen  :garcon to the airport ca nu stim sa jungem)in pofida faptului ca   n`o  aparut nici o green fairy .. (mama  masii ..poate era ocupata.. )cerem  nota  , garcon o aduce   impreuna cu o mica carte  de vizita pe care s`a si semnat   si a si adugat un numar telefonic . Am plecat   de acolo si totul era minunat.. tata`l meu ne`a sunat sa vada  daca  a ajuns fata la Salzburg unde trea` sa fie de 2 zile... ghinion tatic ,eu is in Bratislava , nah ce  chestie ... Ajungem in final la gara  si trenul trebuia sa plece in 40 de minute, asa ca ne`am asezat la o poveste,   band o ciocacino  (ca la noi nu exista).&lt;br /&gt;Seara  am ajuns la Viena  si  ne`am  planuit sa mergem si la Praga zilele ce urmeaza ,dar trebuia sa si corupem pe cineva sa vina cu noi  pentru ca  "am auzit ca este  periculoasa"  asa  ca in decursul zilei urmatoare  le`am facut pe operatoarele si am sunat lumea sa vina  cu noi... ala :io !ala :io !ala io nu vin... dezamagite seara  ne intoarcem la apartamentul  prietenei mele din  Viena( spun intoarcem ca toata ziua am bantuit orasul) si ne bagam la  un joc de mima cu colegii de apartament,  din care  am invatat  ca  exista : puppy love si dogy style! Inainte sa ne culcam unul din colegii de apartamen se sesizeaza la oferta noastra si   ne  zice  ca  poate vine  cu noi! Yahooooo Gata! Bun ! Am rezolvat ! Cautam  hosteluri  ieftine , ne documentam cum sa ajungem macar la ele ,ca ne descurcam in Praga, impachetam ceva  hainute si la somn.&lt;br /&gt;Trezirea la 9 , luam  baiatu  plecam deja la 9 juma ca trenu era la 10. Ne indreptam spre gara   si  la casa de bilete aflam ca trenul e mai scump  si numai urmatorul  este la pretul mai mic.. nu`i nimic ,il luam pe urmatorul! in asteptarea trenului ne plimbam pe la Belvedere , pe la  Ambasada noastra ,   trece timpul si gata ne urcam in  tren... mergem, mergem , stiti ,nu ?cum se intampla atunci  ca nu tre sa razi si chiar atunci razi in hohote?Asa am reusit noi sa speriem tot compartimentul  ... am ras de la bancurile cu porcusorul isteric de nu ne puteam oprii. Chiar si in  vagonul restaurant am continuat  rasul si oamenii ne aruncau  niste priviri de parca eram niste needucati!&lt;br /&gt;Dupa  fix  4 ore juma` ne dam jos in  "za cripi plais  "numita gara...ohh doamne, hai ca nu poate fi asa rau.... sau poate?  luam o gura de aer si plecam in cautarea metroului...  va spun drept ca Gara de Nord arata mai bine  chiar si gara din Talmaciu  ,de oriunde   arata mai bine:oameni  ciudati, politisti  suparati,  bisnitari pe acolo  ne dadeau tarcoale, o tanti de 1022  de ani  ne oferea cazare de parca eram la Costinesti , si sa nu uitam ca nimeni nu  vorbea nici o  limba interantionala din cele 4 pe care le stiam noi. Am  schimbat ceva  bani   ca sa avem de metrou si  gata ,gata sa ne  luam bilet observam ce  ne trebuiesc  fise.Nimeni nu vroia sa ne schimbe.Reusim  in final  sa luam bilete  sa ajungem la I.P.Pavlova... noroc cu  omu nostru de baza   ca  nush zau daca ajungeam.Baiatu nostru ne`a descifrat ruta  si am ajuns la marea  piata din franzela...&lt;br /&gt;No  , acum ce ar fi sa gasim hotelul... ar fi o treaba  ,dar   ce ar  fi sa mai intrebam pe la hoteluri de  camere, poate is mai ieftine. Intram pe la unu pe la altul  ,toti ne scriau  un pret" special"  pe  biletele    ,doar pentru noi, mai rau decat in Bucuresti  zau!  Unu chiar a fost simpatic  ne`a  oferit o camera la  60€  si noi am cerut  fara mic dejun  si a scazut pretul la 59€....  3 persoane... mananca la 1  €... ma rog!Am ajuns pana la urma la hostelul la care chiar trebuia sa stam  si am fugit  urgent in oras...&lt;br /&gt;Ne  belim si noi ochii la  muzeul  ala minunat de acolo  si  descoperim 2 argentineni  ,facem cunostinta si ne inhaitam cu ei, ne mai plimbam  pe acolo  si   iar trebuia sa schimbam  bani ... Fura aia , vai de capu meu,  era atat de devalorizat euro  la orice casa de  schimb  valutar incat l`am schimbat cu mai  putin cu 30%  decat era  in realitate.  Era  deja tarziu  si ne`am  gandit sa intram sa bem o bere   sa ne mai treaca din suparare   intr`un  pub  am realizat ca cehii au cea mai buna bere ,  am povestit si am baut   bere ,nici nu am  simtit cum  a trecut  timpul;argentinienii  au plecat si la scurt  timp hai si noi aks. Pe drum o mai pus unu o carciuma din care  rasunau " liruri" si am zis sa bem si acolo  si  bine am  facut . Era un restaurant  micut si dragut  , cu  5 " neni" care  cantau tot felul de cantece si intretineau atmosfera,si care vindea Absinth  de la mama lui,  am cerut urgent  bautura  si   am toastat  pentru excursie  , vreau sa va spun ca la prima  sorbitura  am crezut  ca ma dezinfectez  instant ! Este  cea mai puternica bautura pe pamant, ce Jack Daniel`s , ce palinca.. is  copii mici pe langa  Absinth!  Abia  am baut  paharelul acela dupa ce l`am si aprins de 5 ori sa ii mai scot alcoolul  din el.&lt;br /&gt;Terminam  de  baut si plecam    spre casa, am ajuns rapid pe acolo dupa ce am cantat ' am doar 18 ani" si "mamelor din lumea`ntreaga" de ne`o auzit toata strada. Ajunsi la hostel, ne`am mai gandit noi ca am mai putea sarbatorii cu ceva   bere si  prietena mea s`a  dus sa cerceteze  zona , eu am plecat spre baie si  abordata de un  individ  ne`am inteles prin semne  ca  " sanatate si  tie" ;dupa   5 minute  dupa ce am ajuns in camera se aud batai in usa ,eu deschid , individu  in prag ,zice ceva pe limba lui.. eu dau din cap zic ca poate  vrea sa ne  imprietenim,  el  apoi zice in  engleza : You  drink with me!  eu zic ca  sa se duca inainte  ca vin si eu .Inchid usa   ,prietenul  se  duce  dupa cercetatoarea  noastra, pentru ca disparitiai ei in timp era suspecta si   eu raman (Proasta idee). Cioc la  usa, eu raspund, individul ' You drink   with  me!   eu nu drink nimic  cu tine ! Incercam eu sa`i explic ,el   incerca sa nu inteleaga   dar in final  vine salvatorul  nostru  , "descoperitorul de cercetatoare " si ma salveaza! Gata  , hai la  somn  fetele ca maine ne  plimbam si uite asa am  adormit toti pe sunetele  de la Family guy!&lt;br /&gt;O noua zi, o noua exeperienta!Ne trezim  pe  muzica sarbeasca la 7 dimineata, pentru ca sunase telefonul, imbracarea cu 2 perechi de sosete  ,4 hanorace si plus jeansi  ,plus  haina de iarna  de fiecare,eram gata echipati! 8 dimineata eram la  deja sala de mese  sa luam micul dejun si plecam. Era un  frig afara de ingetasera toate apele  , un ger de -19  grade  pe putin... Ne`am gandit sa rezolvam prima problema si anume sa luam bilete inapoi, dar la minunata gara  avem iara placerea de  a fi informati ca biletele  nu mai sunt la pretul  pe care il stiam noi.Nu stiam  ce sa facem si  ne`am  dus la un  info center; nici macar la info center  nu vorbeau aia  in  engleza...era ceva asemnator cu ea dar... mare diferenta.Ne enervam  si ne hotaram in final sa luam  un autobus.Ne plimbam  dintr`o parte in alta pana  gasim   autogara si cumparam bilete Acum  chiar eram pusi pe fapte mari ,sau cel putin cei din jurul meu ca spiritul meu murise undeva  la gara  dupa ce frigul imi intrase direct in oase.Ne`am plimbat, am admirat , frumos oras ,numai  singura problema ca trebuie vazut vara ca era   frig!! La un  moment dat am gasit si  argentinienii   si ne`am continuat    rondul.Am intrat in biserica din cetate  ( chiar si apa  sfintita era   inghetata)  eu deja nu mai  gandeam , aveam un  singur scop  si anume sa gasesc un  loc cald si cu supa! Am si ajuns acolo in final, am petrecut 3 ore in acel restaurant  pana la plecare, ca deja era prea  frig sa mai vedem ceva! Adios , adios  ne`am pupat ,sanatate numa ` bine , ne vedem la Buenos Aires! Ne`am  despartit de argentinieni si plecam spre autogara.&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem in autogara si  baiatu nostru a avut o ideie mareata  , sa mergem la  baie inainte sa plecam   ,dar nu mai aveam Coroane  asa  ca eu am   zis  ca platesc in Euro.Ma duc la nea`de la baia  femeilor(  nea care  cerea pentru  femei 10 coroane si pt barbati era 7) si ii spun:&lt;br /&gt;-I have  only  euros&lt;br /&gt;- 50 cent please&lt;br /&gt;- ok, 1€  2  times pls...&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii mei se tavaleau de ras,  dupa care am primit si replica de la  unul din ei: trea` sa iti raspunda " pipi and caca  , both included"&lt;br /&gt;Am terminat cu baia  si ne`am "imbarcat" in  autobus.Eram doar 5 oameni  si o caldura minunata  ma inconjura, mi`am  deschis ipodu  sa  adorm  pe cantecele minunate  pe care le are in dotare si  spre surprinderea mea(not)  era inghetat! S`a stricat de la frig!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu in schimb m`am dezghetat  numai inainte sa ajungem la Viena...&lt;br /&gt;Hop si asa v`am spus aventura mea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-3766214757830073568?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/3766214757830073568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-tu-aventura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/3766214757830073568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/3766214757830073568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-tu-aventura.html' title='Ohh tu aventura!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-6212658448231930244</id><published>2009-01-20T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:38:44.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='..'/><title type='text'>Men &amp; Women 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = marriage&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love  him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot &amp;amp; not try to understand her at all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Married men live longer than single men, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes, there's no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are 2 times when a man doesn't understand a woman - before marriage and after marriage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-6212658448231930244?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/6212658448231930244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/men-women-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6212658448231930244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/6212658448231930244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/men-women-2.html' title='Men &amp; Women 2'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-963907009374382489</id><published>2009-01-19T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:31:14.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salzburger life</title><content type='html'>Iata  mi`am   gasit si eu un loc in care ma pot emancipa! cine`o pus blogu in drum ala a fost om  cu cap! citind acum blogu` prietenei mele de  suferinta  de la  Salzburg( inimioara mea  si corazonu , motivul pentru care chiar imi place  cursul de germana ) , mi`a adus aminte de voi cei de acasa ... asta nu intr`un sens  neaparata  bun...(exceptie face RAR-ul)&lt;br /&gt;Stand pe mess permanent  pentru ca este moka si pentru ca nu platesc curent, zilnic ma  confrunt cu intrebari de gen: ahhh si ce mai faci cum ii la sbg? cum merge? pun pariu ca te distrezi! este o sansa  unica pentru orice studenta!Mama si tatal tau sunt foarte mandri de tine.....Ma lasati!&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa  va elucidez misterul&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa spun ca  Erasmusul este un lucru rau..... dar dragi colegi , prieteni , iubiti , amanti, amante (ma duc prea departe) Nu bem toata ziua,  nu stam  toata ziua in crajme , nu sarbatorim fiecare curs pe la care trecem.... Ne plictisim! Si asta nu din lipsa de idei... daca unul are  spirit de initiatia , restul il urmeaza, ci pentru ca Mai avem  si noi draq  de invatat  ca daca nu va facem facultatea de ras!Ne simtim bine in  limitele bunului simt...(in Austria limitele  difera)!sa va  raspund acum la cateva  intrebari puse in ultimele 3 luni:&lt;br /&gt;1)Cand avem urmatorul examen?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru colegii mei  de facultate care  dupa 4 luni inca nu mi`au depistat prezenta  va  spun o singura data:NU AM  DE UNDE SA VISEZ  CAND AVETI VOI EXAMEN  ACASA! A inceput sesiunea in Romania  si pana acum 8 indivizi m`au intrabat  cand avem examen la Bilbiie de exemplu.... asta in  conditile in care eu nici macar nu stiu cum ii  zice la curs... dar daca  voi aveti capul mare va rog frumos  spuneti cand am eu examen la Werbung  ca in Plus online  nu este afisat!                                                                                                                                                                   2) (pe mes) Esti ? ai o clipa?                                                                                                                   Daca  am la status  ca is plecata .....chiar is plecata... nu visati:d nu va speriati poate veni  ca un soc pentru  voi dar mai parasesc si internetul. Chiar in clipa  aia nu sunt la pc and  i mean it!&lt;br /&gt;3)Trimte`mi te rog cursurile de la Enache...?&lt;br /&gt;Dragilor  va fortati norocul!!  pe bune  ca is plecata si chiar daca as  fi acasa le am pe  foi a4  pe bune si prin monitor nu le pot trimite!&lt;br /&gt;4)Ohhh dar iar ai fost plecata  la Viena(Praga, Bratislava,Munchen)?&lt;br /&gt;Shhht  sa nu va mai aud! Viena ii la 300 de  km  de mine ,din Viena  la Bratislava  is 60, tot  din Viena  in  Praga 350 de km, din Salzburg in Munchen sunt 115 km, .... toate acestea la  superoferta  de 29€  hai sa fim seriosi nu v`ati duce? Cand  va ganditi  ca  acasa platiti pana la Bucuresti 600 de mii, c`mon!&lt;br /&gt;5)Iar te duci in Germania?Ai   fost saptamana trecuta, nu?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru cei care stau mai prost cu geografia sau pur si simplu  nu  cunosc asta..... Germania este la 10 km de mine!!!!! asta inseamna  15 statii de autobus!&lt;br /&gt;6)Preferata mea:)) Cand vi acasa?&lt;br /&gt;Pai... nu am de unde sa stiu asta pentru ca nu eu  fixez  examene... cand vin ma  vedeti si  pentru trupa mea iubita de acasa am  bidinele (if you know   what  i mean) si  daca sunteti  cuminti va aduc  mozartkugeln... k eu is alergica la ciocolata:) dar  de unde sa stie  ucraineanca mea , draga mea  colega sforaitoare de camera  care imi ofera zilnic  15 kg de  ciocolata k mi se umfla fata  de la orice  fel de nuca .... dar de unde sa stie ea.... locuieste cu mine  doare de 4  luni....&lt;br /&gt;Salzburg-life.... contradictie de termeni..... ce facem cu timpul liber ....bem pe Salzach(ne racoleaza politia).... mergem la karaoke si cantam pe strada......si  facem caltite cu inghetata..... si  mai lipseste ceva.... ahhhhh  traiasca  rusii pentru jocul  inventat de ei care  este foarte simpatic si e musai sa bei.... la scoala mai ales la germana.... in propriul nostru cet-rum purtam discuti despre italianul dobitoc si cretin care nu stie ce`i ala adverb... e  greu...&lt;br /&gt;This is  what we are doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-963907009374382489?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/963907009374382489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/salzburger-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/963907009374382489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/963907009374382489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/salzburger-life.html' title='Salzburger life'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-7250465746529021486</id><published>2009-01-19T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:38:44.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='..'/><title type='text'>Funny!  Dragi prieteni moldoveni it`s just for fun!</title><content type='html'>Definiţii noi esxtrase din Moldovian DEX2008                                                                          PRUDENT = pastă de dinţi cu extras de prune                                                                                  MONOLOG = olog de un picior                                                                                                                    BIOLOG = olog de am-bele picioare                                                                                                         SEXOLOG = olog de 6 picioare (de ex. miriapod sexolog)                                                                     MANIPULARE = manevrarea penisului cu ajutorul mâinilor                                                         AŢÂŢAT = fără sâni                                                                                                                           AMÂNAT = fără mâini                                                                                                                                   ÎNCHINARE = transport către China                                                                                             ÎNVINUIRE = procesul de fermentare a mustului!                                                                       ÎNFOCARE = transformare în focă                                                                                            GHINIOANE = varianta moldovenească pentru ardelenescul „Bine, Ioane"                                                                                                                                        ÎMPRĂŞTIERE = rezultatul procesului prin care beţivii se fac praştie                                                BIZAR = zar dublu                                                                                                                                  MĂCEL = mac mic                                                                                                                        MICROSCOP= scop mărunt                                                                                                              ÎNVIORAT = Prevăzut cu vioară                                                                                                           LEŞINA = pe unde merge „le tren"                                                                                                    MERITORIU = teritoriul ocupat de livada de meri                                                                            RATEU = pateu din carne de raţă&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-7250465746529021486?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/7250465746529021486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-dragi-prieteni-moldoveni-its-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7250465746529021486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/7250465746529021486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-dragi-prieteni-moldoveni-its-just.html' title='Funny!  Dragi prieteni moldoveni it`s just for fun!'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4648650782657804960.post-8751823141214046985</id><published>2009-01-19T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T03:53:06.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>despre dragoste</title><content type='html'>Demult, undeva pe pamant s-au adunat toate calitatile si simturile omenesti. Cand Plictiseala a cascat pentru a treia oara, Nebunia, nebunatica ca intotdeauna, a propus: Hai sa ne jucam de-a v-ati ascunselea! Intriga si-a ridicat ispitita sprancenele, iar Curiozitatea, neputand sa se retina, a intrebat: V-ati ascunselea? Ce mai este si aceasta? Este oare vreun joc? Nebunia a explicat ca-si va acoperi ochii si va numara pana la un milion, in timp ce toti ceilalti se vor ascunde, iar cand numaratoarea va lua sfarsit, primul ce va fi gasit ii va lua locul si astfel jocul va continua… Entuziasmul a luat-o la dans pe Euforia, iar Bucuria a executat intr-atat de multe tumbe, incat chiar si Indoiala s-a lasat convinsa, ba mai mult, chiar si Apatia cea mereu bosumflata si neinteresata … &lt;p&gt;Insa nu toti au acceptat sa ia parte la aceasta activitate; Adevarul a preferat sa nu se ascunda: De ce sa ma ascund, daca pana la urma tot voi fi descoperit? Aroganta a considerat acest joc ridicol (ceea ce o deranja mai mult era faptul ca ideea nu-i apartinuse), iar Lasitatea a preferat sa nu indrazneasca.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Unu, doi, trei, a inceput Nebunia sa numere. Prima care s-a ascuns a fost Lenea, care, ca intotdeauna, s-a culcat in spatele celei mai apropiate pietre. Credinta s-a inaltat spre cer, iar Invidia s-a ascuns in umbra Triumfului, care, prin propriile sale forte, a ajuns in coroana celui mai inalt copac. Generozitatea aproape ca nu reusea sa se ascunda, fiecare loc pe care il cauta parand sa fie mai potrivit pentru un prieten de-al ei decat pentru sine. Un lac de cristal? Locul ideal pentru Frumusete! Scorbura unui copac? Locul perfect pentru Rusine! Zborul unui fluture? Minunat pentru Voluptuozitate! Rafala unui vant? Locul magnific pentru Libertate! In sfarsit s-a ascuns intr-o raza de soare. Egoismul, dimpotriva, si-a gasit un loc convenabil chiar de la inceput, insa numai pentru el! Miciuna s-a ascuns la fundul oceanului (adevarata minciuna in realitate s-a ascuns dupa curcubeu!), iar Pasiunea si Dorinta in craterul unui vulcan. Neatentia… pur si simplu a uitat unde s-a ascuns… dar aceasta nu este atat de important!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cand Nebunia a ajuns la 999.999, Dragostea nu isi gasise inca o ascunzatoare pentru ca fusese atat de ocupata … pana cand a observat o tufa de trandafir, si, profund impresionata, s-a ascuns intre flori. Un milion! a numarat Nebunia si a inceput sa caute. Prima pe care a gasit-o a fost Lenea, la numai trei pasi. Dupa aceasta Credinta a fost auzita discutand cu Dumnezeu despre teologie, iar Pasiunea si cu Dorinta au fost vazute facand vulcanul sa vibreze. Intr-o secunda, ea a gasit-o pe Invidie, deci nu a fost greu de dedus unde se ascundea Triumful. Egoismul nici nu a trebuit sa fie cautat, caci a iesit singur la iveala, dintr-un cuib de viespi. Mergand atat de mult, i s-a facut sete, si venind inspre lac, a descoperit-o pe Frumusete. Cu Indoiala a fost si mai usor, caci aceasta sta cocotata pe un gard, neputand decide unde sa se ascunda. Astfel i-a gasit pe toti, Talentul - in iarba tanara, Frica - intr-o pestera intunecata, Minciuna - in spatele curcubeului (iarasi o minciuna… Era totusi la fundul oceanului…), chiar si pe Neatentie, care a uitat pur si simplu de joaca.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Numai Dragostea nu putea fi gasita. Nebunia o cautase in fiecare tufaris, fiecare raulet, pe piscurile muntilor, si, cand era aproape gata sa renunte, a zarit tufa de trandafiri infloriti… Cu un tepus ea a inceput sa indeparteze crengutele ghimpoase, cand deodata auzi un strigat ascutit: spinii au impuns ochii Dragostei. Nebunia nu stia ce sa mai faca pentru a-si cere iertare, a plans, a rugat, a implorat si chiar s-a oferit sa-i fie ajutor si indrumator.&lt;br /&gt;Incepand cu acea zi&lt;br /&gt;DRAGOSTEA E OARBA SI NEBUNIA O INSOTESTE MEREU.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4648650782657804960-8751823141214046985?l=pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/feeds/8751823141214046985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8751823141214046985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4648650782657804960/posts/default/8751823141214046985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkthing-oppie.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-dragoste.html' title='despre dragoste'/><author><name>oppie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02037825134700411466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
