<?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-4930251897043479349</id><updated>2012-01-26T01:12:42.931-08:00</updated><category term='vin'/><category term='tigare'/><category term='fum'/><category term='rosu'/><category term='din si despre carti'/><category term='leapsa'/><category term='bautura'/><category term='politica'/><category term='primul meu fum'/><category term='love'/><category term='viciu'/><category term='placere'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Neuron batut de soare...</title><subtitle type='html'>fara noi ati fi mai goi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-69587520347782465</id><published>2011-03-21T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T05:30:42.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciocolata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2idQDSiGcXs/TYdDnM05hSI/AAAAAAAAADY/ctZPa0A8BDo/s1600/6a00d83451c59469e201053691c793970b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2idQDSiGcXs/TYdDnM05hSI/AAAAAAAAADY/ctZPa0A8BDo/s200/6a00d83451c59469e201053691c793970b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586508203513447714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziwLtb5TVkc/TYdDeSHU76I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BYOZOxv-4Yo/s1600/Chocolat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ziwLtb5TVkc/TYdDeSHU76I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BYOZOxv-4Yo/s320/Chocolat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586508050314096546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; " &gt;&lt;table class="contentpaneopen" style="text-align: center;border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;     Patria ciocolatei, precum si a copacului de cacao este America Centrala si de Sud. Timp de sute de ani, indienii consumau ciocolata sub forma de bautura- ei amestecau boabele prajite si macinate cu apa, iar apoi adaugau in ea chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Primele mentiuni despre cacao dateaza din anul 1000 in manuscrisele pictate, gasite in Mexic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cristofor Columb este primul european care a descoperit boabele de cacao, in al patrulea voiaj al sau in America. El a observat ca bastinasii preparau din ele o bautura delicioasa. Pentru Columb, insa, boabele de cacao nu reprezentau un interes deosebit, el fiind preocupat de cautarea drumului spre Indii. Astfel, abia in 1528, datorita lui Fernando Cortés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" &gt;primele boabe de cacao ajung in Europa, la curtea regelui Spaniei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt; Exista numeroase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mituri care se refera la faptul ca ciocolata ingrasa, dar exista si lucruri benefice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aceasta  mareste tonusul pielii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;- in cacao se gaseste vitamina E, un antioxidant care incetineste imbatranirea pielii. Industria cosmetica utilizeaza praful de cacao ca ingredient pentru masti faciale sau corporale, sapunuri si geluri de dus pentru o piele mai catifelata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; " &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciocolata nu ingrasa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;- nutritionistii considera ca un consum de doua tablete de ciocolata pe zi este rezonabil. Este important sa nu se faca abuz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciocolata este o sursa de energie substantiala&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;- 100 de grame de ciocolata aduce in medie 450- 500 de calorii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciocolata iti da o senzatie de placere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;- ridica nivelul de endorfine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix" style="height: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div class="tag" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="RO" style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-69587520347782465?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/69587520347782465/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2011/03/ciocolata.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/69587520347782465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/69587520347782465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2011/03/ciocolata.html' title='Ciocolata'/><author><name>Irina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446489384002201748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/THZBI-N_ltI/AAAAAAAAACg/AjfI-SuUJ30/S220/tyubhni.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2idQDSiGcXs/TYdDnM05hSI/AAAAAAAAADY/ctZPa0A8BDo/s72-c/6a00d83451c59469e201053691c793970b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-8477199644375884517</id><published>2011-01-29T04:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T05:07:23.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitatie la cafea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/TUQQ-3_esEI/AAAAAAAAADE/IM0Zk8viXUo/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/TUQQ-3_esEI/AAAAAAAAADE/IM0Zk8viXUo/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567593711704911938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De plictiseala, beau o cafea. Consumata in cantitati moderate, aceasta poate avea  efecte benefice asupra sanatatii.  A fost folosita pentru prima data in manastirile Etiopiei pentru diminuarea oboselii in timpul ceremoniilor religioase de lunga durata. In acest moment, este unul dintre cele mai consumate produse care contin cofeina. Se pare ca aceasta poate creea buna dispozitie, iar unele studii recente arata faptul ca poate reduce aparitia cancerului hepatic si de colon. Consumata de trei ori pe zi, cafeaua reduce riscul afectiunilor cardiovasculare. Principalul  element din compozitia bobului de cafea este cofeina, care stimuleaza sistemul nervos, reduce temporar starea de oboseala si este un bun remediu impotriva durerilor de cap si a migrenelor, deoarece dilateaza vasele de sange. Numai lucruri bune despre cafea!O sa beau mai des!:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-8477199644375884517?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/8477199644375884517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2011/01/invitatie-la-cafea_29.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/8477199644375884517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/8477199644375884517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2011/01/invitatie-la-cafea_29.html' title='Invitatie la cafea'/><author><name>Irina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446489384002201748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/THZBI-N_ltI/AAAAAAAAACg/AjfI-SuUJ30/S220/tyubhni.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/TUQQ-3_esEI/AAAAAAAAADE/IM0Zk8viXUo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-1482515600455695347</id><published>2011-01-19T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T03:08:20.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tigare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viciu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primul meu fum'/><title type='text'>Viciu!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/TTd8Tf5Hg4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RRXEayQi9aA/s1600/Coperta-1-primul-meu-fum-1-300x466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/TTd8Tf5Hg4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RRXEayQi9aA/s200/Coperta-1-primul-meu-fum-1-300x466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564052539059962754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Rădăcinile adânci ale fumului, în vremea pe când era unul dintre mediatorii de bază dintre zei şi pământeni, s-au păstrat, în forme diferit camuflate, în primele impulsuri de-a testa ce se-ntâmplă dacă scoţi fum dintr-unul din „fructele oprite” ale meniului social, insinuându-se apoi în ritualurile zilnice ale fumătorilor deja convertiţi.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;   Eu cand spuneam ca fumez de placere, fara sa vad asta ca un viciu, tovarasii mei faceau caterinca. Bine, nu stiu cat de mult credeam si eu asta, ca deh omului ii mai place sa se si minta singur. E reconfortant sa vezi cum alti oameni poate mai cunoscuti, mai destepti, mai...asociaza fumatul cu un gest sublim, frumos folosind cuvinte de genu' "poezia fumatului", mai ales in timpurile astea cand nu se mai poarta sa umbli cu Marlboro dupa tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.editura-art.ro/carte/primul-meu-fum"&gt;Primul meu fum&lt;/a&gt; e o adunatura istorisiri personale ale unor oameni mai mult sau mai putin cunoscuti in care se arata &lt;i&gt;"inceputul &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;unui moment (de cele mai multe ori) fondator al propriilor mitologii". &lt;/i&gt;Mare lucru nu prea pot spune despre carte, majoritatea semnatarilor habar n-am cine sunt (poate spre rusinea mea) dar stiti care e smecheria cu ea? Acum am un motiv in plus sa spun ca nu sunt dependent, poate ma mint poate nu dar cel putin pot sa ma justific.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;      Fumatul e o arta, o finete draga, fumul e materialul tau, te joci cu el il alungi, il atragi. il privesti cum ia forme ciudate meditand la nemurirea sufletului...eh pacatele lumii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;   E ciudat cum asociez tot felul de amintiri, de trairi cu un cacat de tigare. Cand aveam vreo 14 ani am tras primu' fum, am sparlit un chistoc de carpati de la tataie si am fugit cu el sub dudu' din gradina, habar n-aveam cum dracu se fumeaza si tin minte ca am tras pana am picat in cur de la ameteala...Aia a fost o perioada faina din viata mea si chistocu ala ma face sa cred ca de acolo a inceput pentru ca alt reper n-am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Cu tovarasii din camin aveam ritualu' de dimineata, pipa si cafeaua, cum ne trezeam cum ne sunam....Cand impreuna cu fratii Lucifer si Ion puneam mana de la mana sa luam macar de-o posta acolo, ca ne sufla vantu prin portomoneeee si apoi mergeam in gara din Motru si o savuram....Cand eram in liceu si aprindeam si noi cate o tigare prin disco, habar n-aveam sa fumam dar poate poate impresionam vreo marmota mai slaba de inger, ceea ce nu prea se intampla....si multe altele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   Anyway...cred de asta imi placea  sa fumez...ciudat ca scriu monologu' asta la 2 saptamani de cand n-am mai pus gura pe pacat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-1482515600455695347?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/1482515600455695347/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2011/01/mai-mult-placere-decat-viciu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/1482515600455695347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/1482515600455695347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2011/01/mai-mult-placere-decat-viciu.html' title='Viciu!?'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/TTd8Tf5Hg4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/RRXEayQi9aA/s72-c/Coperta-1-primul-meu-fum-1-300x466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-2145532602504212570</id><published>2010-11-24T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:36:00.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mess..dah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mai intai sa incep cu deci.. cand nu am ce face si cam des nu prea am c face, asa ca o paranteza.. sa zicem ca mai intru pe mess... si cum navighez eu asa pe mess mai gasesc cate-o... hmm cum sa ii zic.. sa zicem o chestie d'asta care e grav afectata si nu de criza prin care trecem ci de o autoevaluare mult prea optimista si de o iubire de sine iesita "cel putin din comun".. imi pastrez calmul si sunt destul de politicos.. bine asta daca se ajunge la o discutie, pentru ca mai sunt situatii in care se trece peste partea cu salutul, ce faci etc etc...si ma trezesc lovit cu intrebarea cine esti? si intotdeauna imi imaginez ca intrebarea asta e pusa pe un ton mai special, in mod clar special nu in sensul bun al cuvantului... nu stiu daca ati simtit si in mod cert ati simtit atunci cand cineva va trateaza de sus, e cam asa vad eu tonul la intrebarea cine esti? bine doar asa il vad, de simtit, in mod clar nu ma simt subjugat, inferior..god suntem pe mess daca vreau pot sa fiu oricine si orice hahaha.. Ma fratilor, se "sufera" rau de tot pe internetul romanesc, ati observat ca odata cu inmultirea site-urilor de socializare s-au inmultit sinuciderile, deci totul se planifica pe facebook si pe twitter, ca astea sunt la moda acum, deci pe astea incepe totul, se continua pe mess si te termina in "costum de blani".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sa revenim la mess, aici au loc intalniri, asta daca raspunzi corect la intrebarea, ai masina?, aici cunosti pe cineva si aici trebuie sa fac o paranteza.. sincer niciodata nu am inteles cum ai putea sa cunosti pe cineva in adevaratul sens al cuvantului pe mess, aici nu-ti dai seama de sinceritate, ironia este si nu este, ati vazut atunci cand spuneti ceva si persoanei din capatul celalalt i se pare ca e deplasat ce ati spus sau ma rog, o deranjaza.. aveti scaparea, "hai nu te supara ca doar glumeam". Aici iti faci gagica si aici poate iti faci nevasta, la unii poate merg toate chestiile astea, dar mie mi se pare atat de superficial sa zici de cineva ca iti este prieten, doar pentru ca vorbiti cu orele pe mess si cand va intalniti fata in fata intrebarea de baza si care se repeta pana la gradul de rutina este "si, altceva?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fetele mess-ului 2010, generatia care urca de la 14 ani pana pe la zona penibilului, se pare ca ne-am intors pe vremea cand erau printese, ducese etc pentru ca asta se cred toate, bine ca, imi place termenul "pizdute", pizdutele care nu stiu ca in primul rand educatie, automat buna purtare, respectul, caracterul te fac sa ai o imagine buna, au observat ca daca scot in evidenta sexualitatea, daca apar cat mai sumar imbracate sunt remarcate, pana acum se pare ca merge chestia asta la prostimea Romaniei, asta e, sexul si prostia se vand bine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-2145532602504212570?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/2145532602504212570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2010/11/messdah.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/2145532602504212570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/2145532602504212570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2010/11/messdah.html' title='mess..dah'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-3729074109993631800</id><published>2010-08-26T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T03:16:16.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bautura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placere'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/THY9607mZII/AAAAAAAAACY/Buy2g4dHGT0/s1600/cricova_moldova_foto_pahar_de_vin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fHa0meJhYM/THY9607mZII/AAAAAAAAACY/Buy2g4dHGT0/s200/cricova_moldova_foto_pahar_de_vin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509659274984711298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;                                                            Vinul si laptele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;       Anul acesta am fost nevoita sa citesc o parte din ''Mitologii'' de Roland Barthes, deoarece am avut de realizat o lucrare la facultate cu acest subiect. Am gasit multe lucruri interesante in aceasta carte si vreau sa le expun si aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;      Vinul este simtit de natiunea  franceza ca un bun ce ii este propriu; este o bautura totem, ce corespunde laptelui vacii olandeze sau ceaiului absorbit cu ceremonie de familia regala engleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Bachelard a facut psihanaliza substantiala a acestui lichid la sfarsitul eseului sau despre  visarile vointei, aratand ca vinul este zeama de soare si de pamant, ca starea lui de baza este uscatul, iar substanta mitica ce i se opune cel mai mult este apa. Acest  lichid galvanic este socotit ca fiind cea mai eficace bautura impotriva setei. Sub forma sa rosie, el are ca foarte veche ipostaza sangele, lichidul dens si vital.Reuseste sa schimbe situatii, deoarece poate face dintr-un om slab ,unul puternic, iar din cel tacut, unul vorbaret. Pentru intelectual, ''vinisorul alb'' sau ''rosul de Beaujolais'' , preferate de scriitor,vor avea menirea sa il rupa pe acesta de lumea prea naturala a bauturilor scumpe, il va scapa de mituri, ii va mai lua din intelectualitate si il va face egal cu proletarul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;     In Franta, bautura este o placere, nu o  cauza necesara a unui efect cautat; vinul nu este doar  licoare magica, ci si act durabil de a bea. In alte tari, lumea  nu ezita sa recunoasca faptul ca  se bea pentru a se ajunge la efectul final, insa aici nu este cazul. Societatea numeste bolnav, infirm sau vicios pe oricine refuza sa creada in vin. Cel care practica cultura vinului  primeste o diploma prin care i se recunoaste puterea  de performanta, controlul si sociabilitatea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;    Vinul imbogateste ceremoniile cele mai marunte ale vietii cotidiene franceze, de la gustare la ospat, de la conversatia din carciuma, la discursul de la banchet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;    Bachelard spunea ca apa este opusul vinului, insa laptelui i-a fost incredintat acest rol. Laptele este opusul focului prin intreaga sa densitate moleculara, prin natura cremoasa a suprafetei sale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;   Exista multe mituri placute, unele care nu sunt adevarate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-3729074109993631800?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/3729074109993631800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2010/08/vinul-si-laptele-anul-acesta-am-fost.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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flashvars="durataAudio=263&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Beyonce-Halo"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-1899820030541778054?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/1899820030541778054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2010/07/x.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/1899820030541778054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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trezesc dimineata in zori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu trupul strapuns  de fiori,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obosit de multe ganduri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plin de sentimente abjecte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma intorc cu fata la perete,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inchid ochii si astept un vis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care de mult e promis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macar in subconstient sa ma simt bine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si totusi sa traiesti din vise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar cand te trezesti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa ai numai usi inchise?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-8132196845578121515?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/8132196845578121515/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2010/01/abject.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/8132196845578121515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/8132196845578121515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2010/01/abject.html' title='Abject'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-768343483949307596</id><published>2009-12-03T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:10:02.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Fuck off...</title><content type='html'>Mi-e o greata maxima de pseudo-intelectuali, de geniile neintelese care simt nevoia sa ne impartaseasca din "perlele intelepciunii" lor, de aberatiile idioate ale unor oameni care se cred buricul pamintului. De lipsa de toleranta, de pushtani care cred ca, daca au 13 ani, inseamna ca au experienta de viata, de prosti care se cred destepti, de smecheri de... de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Fiti fratilor naturali...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-768343483949307596?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/768343483949307596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-off.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/768343483949307596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/768343483949307596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck off...'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-247490231738767181</id><published>2009-11-15T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:24:10.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neincredere</title><content type='html'>Cand trebuie sa te gandesti la multe lucruri care te fac sa schimbi alte lucruri, cand totul la un moment dat ti se pare asa usor, cand crezi ca viata e si frumoasa atunci primesti o palme peste fata, apoi inca una si inca una. Incerci lucruri noi si ti se intampla lucruri noi, momente noi, apar caractere noi si nu sti cum sa le abordezi, te simti speriat, incordat, multa neincredere apare si te face sa-ti pui intrebari, sa te indoiesti si de putinii oameni in care credeai ca ai incredere, oameni care au fost langa tine in momente in care debusolarea te facea sa mergi inapoi si sa uiti ca in viata trebuie sa pasesti inainte. Lucruri simple pe care le calculezi de multe ori inainte sa le faci, le gasesti o rezolvare, un raspuns dupa un timp destul de mare in care le-ai analizat, iar cand crezi ca ai gasit rezolvare te apuci sa mai calculezi inca o data si la sfarsit vezi ca ai ajuns la un raspuns diferit de primul, devii confuz si te face sa pui la indoiala gandirea ta care nu de mult ti se parea destul de rationala. Incerci sa cauti pe cineva care sa te asculta, sa te indrume, sa iti calauzeasca pasii in razolvarea problemei, discuti cu o persoana....doua... si la final ajungi la concluzia ca discutia cu ele ti-a adus inca doua raspunsuri diferite...oare in cine poti sa ai incredere ca iti da o rezolvare cat de cat apropiata de ceea ce astepti? si se pare ca ai mai adaugat inca o intrebare, o problema la multele pe care le aveai...  oftezi, calculezi.... hmmm neincredere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-247490231738767181?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/247490231738767181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/11/neincredere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/247490231738767181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/247490231738767181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/11/neincredere.html' title='Neincredere'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-5519469828997157692</id><published>2009-10-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:59:02.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironii</title><content type='html'>Cum sa nu ma gandesc la tine&lt;div&gt;Cand abia astept sa fiu cu tine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cum sa nu-ti tin de urat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand abia astept sa te sarut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu sarutul aduce doi oameni impreuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ci dorinta si gandul de a fi impreuna......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fi indragostit si a iubi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu e totuna cu a te umili,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiar daca inima dicteza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu uita ca si ratiunea conteaza.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-5519469828997157692?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-1646144817782699059</id><published>2009-07-14T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:57:30.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratacire...</title><content type='html'>Abandonat in tacere&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum lumina piere,&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu ma asculta&lt;br /&gt;Nici pentru o clipa,&lt;br /&gt;Totul este prea intunecat&lt;br /&gt;Lucrurile parca s-au schimbat&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii parca m-au uitat&lt;br /&gt;Si sufletul mi-e plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Peretii, usa odata colorate&lt;br /&gt;Acum parca sunt moarte,&lt;br /&gt;Cartile cu scris frumos&lt;br /&gt;Mi se par pe dos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-1646144817782699059?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/1646144817782699059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/abandonat-in-tacere-simt-cum-lumina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/1646144817782699059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/1646144817782699059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/abandonat-in-tacere-simt-cum-lumina.html' title='Ratacire...'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-5906786991562900160</id><published>2009-07-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:02:23.999-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Man in the mirror...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7596/foryoubyneslihans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/7596/foryoubyneslihans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce dracu e cu tine ma?..Incepi sa te prostesti. Iar...&lt;br /&gt;Toata ziua stai aiurea, ba cu nasu in carti, ba freci mentosana la calculator. Daca nu te trimite mata cu gunoiu, nu vezi lumina zilei.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up dude, ce ai?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa, gata m-am prins...Ba e nasol rau, incep sa inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;Da frate da ti-ai facut-o cu mana ta, ti-am spus sa scapi de impresiile alea.&lt;br /&gt;Ai sansa ca in 2 luni sa-ti futi viata...Ce sa zic?..Bafta...Glumeam ma, nu te ambala.&lt;br /&gt;N-am cu sa te ajut....&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce zici?...Crezi ca poti s-o faci?...De ce efort o sa fie nevoie pfff, te compatimesc&lt;br /&gt;Da lasa ma ca daca nu-ti iese, iti iei ghiozdanu si o tai in lume, ca tot vroiai tu sa vezi Europa, ce mare chestie, nu? :))&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu-ti arde de glume..hoo nu te enerva..ziceam asa sa te mai destind putin.&lt;br /&gt;Hai pa, ca e tarziu, ma duc sa dorm....You're fucked...Vorbim in 2 luni...sper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-5906786991562900160?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-5871509293670081456</id><published>2009-07-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:20:22.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Franturi de adevar...</title><content type='html'>...De ce tanjesc dupa iubire cand stiu ca ea doare, ca ea inseala, ca ea umileste...cand stiu ca nu pot s-o defini.&lt;br /&gt;Ce e asa rau in a fi singur...sunt singur...imi este bine?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu...da...nu cred...&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai pot...nu mai stiu cum...&lt;br /&gt;Dar vreau...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fiu tinut in brate...sa aud soapte dulci...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa protejez...sa ma simt protejat...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa traiesc cu indoiala...cu nesiguranta...ca oricand sentimentele mele pot fi tradate...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa ajung sa cersesc inca o privire, o atingere...vreau sa ma umilesc...&lt;br /&gt;...De ce vreau, oare nu-mi e mai bine singur?....Nu stiu...da...nu cred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eahh..aiureli..nevermind...vreau o tigare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-5871509293670081456?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/5871509293670081456/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-blind.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/5871509293670081456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/5871509293670081456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-is-blind.html' title='Franturi de adevar...'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-7282334175141740730</id><published>2009-07-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:49:05.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Experienta Constanteana...( II )</title><content type='html'>Ieri mi-a spus my friend Irina un banc cu un urs si ceva urme de laba in baie:))), si mi-am adus aminte de ceva...Un mic P.S. la prima parte, in gara de nord l-au apucat nevoile fiziologice pe Nicolae si a facut o vizita la superbele bai din incinta. Saracu a iesit tare debusolat, in timp ce se grabea sa nimereasca un wc-u a dat de un tip care se autosatisfacea de zor, ne povestea dupa ce a iesit "ba scotea ala niste sunete, ziceai ca se transforma, am plecat dracu repede de acolo si nici nu am reusit sa ma descarc bine de greutati...saracu cred ca a ramas cu sechele, ca si ieri a inceput sa-si aduca aminte :)).&lt;br /&gt;  Asa sa revenim :&gt;. A treia zi, la 8 dimineata, trebuia sa mergem la un hotel sa vorbim despre niste posturi de ospatari. Ajungem acolo si dam de un administrator mic, chel si moracanos, ne baga in birou lui (o debara dotata cu un PC) si incepe "-Referinte, CV-urile" ii aratam noi niste foi, mai dam din gura cum ca am lucrat la restaurante cu pretentii, mai buni ca noi nu exista.... Cred ca s-a saturat ala de cata vrajeala am putut sa-i bagam, ca la sfarsit sa ne zica "-Da, baietii o sa lucrati pe un salariu de 6 milioane, luand in mana 4 si ceva + bonuri de masa". Cand am auzit....."Multumim frumos, ne mai incercam norocu".&lt;br /&gt;In gandu meu, grijania si....ma mai trezi si la 6, mai mersai si atata si ma chinui sa te mint frumos..degeaba:|, pai tu ai lucra ma pe salariu asta de cacat...ce drac sa mananc toata vara, pufarine!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Plecam noi deceptionati de acolo, si ne gandim sa-i facem o vizita lu' Nicolae(Lucifer), proaspatu' angajat:&gt;:&gt;. Vine ospataru' ne ia comanda, 2 cafele, ne recunoscusa din ziua precedenta, ca suntem prietenii aluia. Se duce ii spune lu Nicu,"Ba iti venira prietenii pe acii si cerura 2 cafele, le duc? sau le cerura doara asa sa poata sa vorbeasca cu tine?" Vine asta" Ba voi sunteti prosti, stiti cat e cafeaua aci???"....io din fundu' gradinii "Lasa ba ca ne permitem:&gt;"..m-a mancat in cur ( sa vad la final ca o cafeluta costa 8 lei:| ).&lt;br /&gt;Noi "-Cum merge ma? te descuri?"&lt;br /&gt;El "-Da ma, ii zisai celuilalt barman sa-mi scrie pe foaie retetarele la cocktaile, daca vine vreunu si-mi cere vreun "Sex on th beach" ii rup capu."&lt;br /&gt;Noi "-Patronii cum sunt?"&lt;br /&gt;El " -Ba sunt de treaba, mai ales patrona, ala e un chinezoi, deabi inteleg ce zice.&lt;br /&gt;     Trei mese pe zi, numai chinezarii:&gt;:&gt; trai pe vatrai aci:&gt;:&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Noi "-Bv ma, te-ai scos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tocmai cand ne pregateam sa plecam, isi adusa si dobitocu aminte ca astia aveau nevoie de un ajutor de bucatar. "Ma bag io" fericit ca gasi ceva:D. Il trimisai sa vorbeasca, cu patroana si in 2 minute ma chema la ea.&lt;br /&gt;-De cand vrei sa incepi?&lt;br /&gt;-Pai nu stiu..hmm..?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu vrei de acu? :|:|&lt;br /&gt;- Pai..pai..pai...wtf..da:D&lt;br /&gt;Gata bag sortu pe mine, chestia aia pe cap  si intru sa vad locu' de munca. Frate bucatarie mai incalcita si mai dezordonata n-am vazut, murdara nu era, da arata ca dracu. Bucatarii, niste chinezi super de treaba, cand gateau aruncau cu de toate peste tot, nu stiu daca ati vazut in filme tigaile alea mari si rotunde ale lor, cand incepea sa faca niste scheme cu ea jumate din mancare era pe jos.&lt;br /&gt;Pai hai sa ne apucam de treaba, imi zisese "stergi si tu gresia cu solutia, apoi aragazu'(era stratu de grasime pe el de 3 degete, antiglont), apoi speli vasele, si cand gatesc ametitii astia strangi dupa ei. Mama mea in ce drac ma bagai:|:|. La gresia aia am frecat 4 ore, am stat cocosat pe sub chivete, pe aragaz am stricat 3 bureti si 2 chestii de alea de sarma (tot ca buretii :-?), am avut noroc ca pe zi nu prea au fost clienti care sa comande de haleala.&lt;br /&gt;Da seara..pffaii...noroc si pe capu' meu, restaurantu full, da-i strange dupa aia, ospatarii veneau intr-una cu vase, spala-le, ajuta-i cu mancarea, ca ma mai puneau si pe mine sa toc, sa invart pe acolo. Intentionat m-am uitat la ceas si de la 10 pana la 12 jumate am spalat incontinuu la vase:|:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, la 12 jumate au inchis astia, am maturat, am dat cu mopu ce mai am lasat bucataria luna. Am plecat cu Nicolae acasa, ne faceau picioarele ca piftiile, ca si ala statuse in picioare toata ziua...da io!, imi era lene sa ma si vait.&lt;br /&gt;Stabilisem cu patroana sa lucrez o zi da una ba, si i-am zis ca vreau sa fiu pe tura cu Nicolae sa ne fie mai usor, eh si ca sa pot sa ma bag pe tura cu el a trebuit sa mai lucrez inca 2 zile la rand. Ma gandeam, ba daca rezist 3 zile in ritmu' asta, ii pun pe astia sa-mi faca statuie.&lt;br /&gt; Acasa am mai stat putin, am baut o bere si am mai vorbit cu Ion si cu Bogdan, ceilalti tovarasi:&gt;. Nu gasisera nimic si se hotarasera ca daca in vreo 3-4 zile nu gasesc sa plece, oricum nu prea ne tineau banii mai mult de atat pe niciunu', da noi acum ne bazam pe faptu' ca suntem platiti la saptamana, mai rezistam ceva. Am cazut lat...a doua zi a fost mai lejer, am facut ceva curatenie de diminieata, si apoi jucam carti cu ospatarii si cu sefu (de treaba rau). Am mai socializat pe acolo, mi-am cam dat seama ce le poate capu' la fiecare, ospatarii se mancau intre ei ca sacalii.&lt;br /&gt;Vine si patroana sa-mi spuna ceva, ma gandeam frate io stau aci si joc, carti cand ar trebui sa fiu la locu' de munca (da era curat, si comenzi nu avusesem deloc). &lt;br /&gt;-Bogdan te cheama, nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Da (:-ss)&lt;br /&gt;-Bravo, imi place de tine, te misti repede, curat ti..cred ca in cateva zile o sa te bag ca ospatar ca si asa vroiam sa mai angajez.&lt;br /&gt;......Am ramas mut, "multumesc", radea inima in mine, ce mandru ma simteam. Trebuia s-o auda si mama sa-i fac in ciuda:&gt;:&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua a fost lejera, am facut cunostiinta cu bucatarii, pe unu il cheama Mao Cha si pe celalalt Amo. Amo asta era cam plecat cu sorcova, seara in timp ce erau cei mai multi clienti el se apuca sa faca gimnastica printre mese si in fata restaurantului:|, ba dansa(ii place Michael), ba nu-i lasa pe ospatari in pace, da il rest era baietas:&gt;:&gt;. Mao Cha invata romaneste, era decat de vreo luna in Romania, si il mai ajutam, el ma invata pe mine(nu priecepeam o iota), si io ii scriam pe carnetele tot ce ma intreba el.&lt;br /&gt;Da nu se putea termina ziua fara o boacana ceva:|, nu stiu ce drac a vrut sa faca Amo prin camara, acolo e o chiuveta folosita din an in paste, eh si desteptu a tras de teava de la chiuveta si ramas cu ea in mana. Tasnea apa fiarta peste tot, exact ca in filmele cu prosti asa facea teava cu Amo. A bagat un morcov in ea, s-a uitat sa vada daca tine si ia dat morcovu' in cap:|:|..am mai incercat niste dopuri de vin, tot degeaba, pana la urma a enit instalatoru' si la scapat pe destept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a treia zi de munca incepusem sa ma obisnuiesc, da tot era obositor. Seara acasa am vorbit cu baietii si tot nu reusisera sa gaseasca ceva...era cam naspa situatia.&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca a treia zi o fi cu noroc. &lt;br /&gt;Tare greu trecea ziua, mai ales cand nu aveai ce face, pana seara cand venea lumea chiar nu aveam ce face...Nicu era mai ocupat, la bar erau clienti ce si ce. Stateam si mancam..apropo, tare buna e mancarea chinezeasca, am mancat tot ce se putea manca din meniu ala, pui cu ananas, carne de rata cu bambus, taitei:X, rata Shan Hai si preferatele mele rulouri de primvara:X:X, erau ca niste sarmalute da habar n-am cu ce le umplea. Si cu fratele Nicu la bar:&gt;, tare bine am dus-o:&gt;:&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  Pe la 11 si ceva, treaba era normala, ceva clienti, eu pe la bucatarie, ma descurcam. Pana ma suna Ion:&lt;br /&gt;-Ba hai sa-ti spun una tare...&lt;br /&gt;-Ce ma, ca nu prea pot sa vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;-Ba ne dadu baba afar'!!&lt;br /&gt;Spechless:O&lt;br /&gt;-Ba ai chef de baza la ora asta&lt;br /&gt;-Nu ma, chiar asa zisa "Baieti io va dau afara, ca vin niste rude si vreau sa le cazez in camera voastra"&lt;br /&gt;-Bine ma hai ca vb cand ajungem si noi&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas socat, nu stiam ce sa fac:|. Ma duc ii spun si lu Nicu, ramane si ala masca. Ce drac ne facem acum.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma reusisem sa vorbim cu o tanti care avea o camera libera, si tot 50 ron ne lua pe zi. Am ajuns acasa, ne-au povestit aia ce le zisese baba, eram asa de nervosi toti cred ca daca o vedeam atunci...&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi dimineata ne trezim noi si mergem la tigare afara, iese si baba: "Neatza copii ce faceti?", senina parca nu se intamplase nimic. Nu am avut chef sa ma iau de ea, ca faceam un taraboi, ne-am facut bagajele si am plecat dracu.&lt;br /&gt;A urmat una si mai tare, Ion cu Bogdan se hotarasera sa plece. Bani mai aveau putini, noroc deloc....I-am zis lu Nicu, ba noi ce facem? ca singuri nu ne descurcam cu 50 de lei pe zi da barem sa luam ceva in chirie.&lt;br /&gt;Toata dupa amiaza am stat pe plaja si ne-am gandit (era ziua noastra libera), am analizat toate posibilitatile, si la ce bani mai aveam noi doi puteam sa mai ramanem 2 max 3 excluzand mancarea, banii ne ajungeau numai pe cazare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma n-am hotarat sa mergem la patroana, luam banii pe ce am lucrat si plecam si noi acasa. Imi era o ciuda, nu vroiam sa plec, servici gasisem chiar unu bun, urma sa ma bage ospatar, la mare eram, bani puteam sa fac dar in 2 e imposibil sa stai daca nu ai banii de chirie (minim 250 de euro pe 1 luna un apartament, ii cereau avans).&lt;br /&gt;Asa a fost sa fie, ajugenm le povestim situatia, ne-au inteles patronii chiar s-au oferit sa ne tina cateva zile la ei, da nu se schimba situatia cu mult, asa ca ne-am luat la revedere si am plecat la gara unde ne asteptau ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar ne-a fost necaz amandurora.....I-am sunat pe ai nostrii le-am zis patania si ne-am intors:(.&lt;br /&gt;A doua, dupa o saptamana la mare:(, ne-am intalnit toti la Jovialu' nostru. Eram necajiti toti...vorbim noi pe acolo pana vine la masa un vecin de-al lui Nicu, ii povestim ce s-a intamplat si la final ne pomenim cu el:&lt;br /&gt;-Pai de ce nu m-ati sunat pe mine ma, ca va dadeam io 250 de euro, si mi dadeati la final&lt;br /&gt; Imi venea sa-l iau la palme pe Nicu, da deh ne-am impacat cu ideea. Inainte sa plecam ii vine lu asta o idee desteapta: "Ba hai inapoi..vorbim cu ospatarii ca si aia cautau cazare si stam cu ei daca e." Ma uit ala el stau pe ganduri putin, bani aveam de dus ca ne ramasese ce luasem pe alea 3 zile lucrate.....HAI MA..da iti dai seama ca suntem putin dusi cu pluta, nu? "-Da ma, da dupa nu ti-a fi ciuda daca nu ai incerca?"...Aci avea dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc acasa, le dau vestea alor mei...au zis ca nu prea-s pe treaba mea, imi fac bagaju', o sun pe patroana sa vad daca mai avea nevoie de noi, a zis ca da.maine sa fim la lucru...perfect. Intre timp Nicu vorbise cu ospatarii, si ei erau de acord sa luam de maine un apartement impreuna. Mai perfect de atat nu se putea.&lt;br /&gt;Iar ne duce tata in gara din Strehaia, luam trenu spre gara de nord, am adormit si era sa ne intoarecem inapoi. Trenu stationase in gara de nord de vreo juma de ora si noi tot dormeam, pana cand a trecut femeia care facea curatenia si ne-a trezit...&lt;br /&gt;In fine ajungem noi in Mamaia, ne ducem la restaurantu' nostru, stam de vorba cu patroana si cu ospatarii....Se razgandisera, unu dintre ei platise chiria unde stateau acum si pana pe 15 nu se puteau muta cu noi:|:|:||:|:|:|....Am facut un drum de Constanta doar ca sa iau pranzu' acolo, ca ne-a pus masa patronu'....nu vreau sa mai povestesc ce s-a intamplat dupa...in final tot acasa am ajuns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...ca asta a fost...pe scurt:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-7282334175141740730?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/7282334175141740730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/ieri-mi-spus-my-friend-irina-un-banc-cu.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/7282334175141740730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/7282334175141740730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/ieri-mi-spus-my-friend-irina-un-banc-cu.html' title='Experienta Constanteana...( II )'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-8690858438137877657</id><published>2009-07-07T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:26:49.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Experienta Constanteana...( I )</title><content type='html'>Acum 2 zile m-am intors de la mare, din "aventura" de la mare. Ce mai planuiseram noi(tovarasu' Lucifer eu si inca 2 prieteni), ca o sa ne angajam, o sa facem bani, o sa fie cea mai tare vacanta. Imi si vedeam visu' meu implinit, de 3 luni tot ma chinui sa-mi strang bani pentru un aparat foto :-&lt;...Ehh tare ne-am inselat noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pe 26 am stabilit ca plecam si cu vreo 5 ore inainte de plecare ne sarbatoream evadarea la vesnicul Jovial &lt;3, radiam de fericire, n-aveam nevoie de somn, de mancare, doar asteptam sa plecam odata. Seara ne duce tata in gara din Strehaia, sa luam rapidu; spre Bucuresti Nord, cand ajungem acolo ne zice tanti aia ca are intarziere vreo ora, mama si gara era plina de tigani (era ceasu' 01:30). Ziceam, frate daca li se pute pata astora pe noi, ne-am scos, plecam acas' in curu' gol. Da am scapat:&gt;, cre' ca nu aveau dispozitia necesara:&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Din Strehaia pana in Constanta pace si liniste, ne tocmiseram cu nasii si am dat destul de putin (30 lei), am bagat la somn cat s-a putut. Dupa aproape 12 de dormit in cele mai tampite pozitii ajungem si noi, deabi asteptam sa ajung pe plaja, sa ma scald si sa-mi delectez privirea cu niste toppless:&gt;:&gt; (what, i'm a guy:D).&lt;br /&gt;Frate nu ne dam bine jos din tren ca ne si ia aia pe sus, "Cazareee, avem cazaree, hai barosane nu vrei o vila ", cred ca erau vreo 30 si nu exagerez. Nu stiu cum am iesit de acolo si ne-am retras la umbra sub un copac.&lt;br /&gt;Acolo vine si e abordeaza o batranica draguta "hai copii nu vreti o camera cu 2 paturi, televizor, apa calda la discretie si doar 50 lei pe zi". Am tinut un consiliu sa ne hotaram, intre timp mai venisera vreo 5 domni binevoitori pe langa noi sa ne ia ochii cu ofertele lor. Da ce se mancau intre ei, ca ala e asa, ca ala n-are conditii, ca ala e tigani (tigani erau toti),tampisem, si ca sa scapam dracu odata de acolo am plecat cu batranica.&lt;br /&gt;La ea acasa am dat de o familie primitoare, 2 catei simpatici, camera nu era rea deloc, mai bine nu se putea. Am aruncat bagajele si directia plaaaajjjaaaa. Uitasem ce bine e pe plaja:X, bere rece, fete cat cuprinde, mai lipsea curaju' sa le abordez:D. Gasisem un loc suuper, fete in dreapta fete in stanga, da tocmai atunci ne-am adus si noi aminte ca eram albi ca branza si putin bronzati pe maini (ca tractoristii), deci imi era o rusine sa ma dezbrac da ce drac sa fac....&lt;br /&gt;   Foarte tare prima zi pe plaja, apa numai buna, am mancat primul porumb pe anu' asta&lt;3 (dupa care am baut bere, nu recomand), am facut poze, ce mai, uber tare.  Sa va mai zic cum a fost dupa ce am adormit pe plaja vreo 4 ore ( cu ochelarii in nas), si m-am trezit negru si cu nasu alb (nici nu au facut astia baza de mine).&lt;br /&gt;  In fine ajugem si noi acasa rupti de oboseala, nu mai nimeream patu'. Gata asta fu' distractia, de maine incepem sa cautam de munca, nu o mai ardem aiurea ca se duc banii tare repede, si asa eram noi lipiti. In gluma le-am zis, cand ne-am intors de la plaja, ba daca sar vreuni la noi sa ne ia banii, le ziceti si voi ca ne bat degeaba ca noi bani ioc, consuma energia aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ce bine am dormit:X, ne-am trezit toti cam pe la 12 am baut cafeluta cu tigarea de rigoare:&gt;, am mancat ceva si ne-am pus sa vedem oferta de lucru din ziare. Ai batrani incepusera sa ne povesteasca viata lor de la Adam si Eva, de nepotelele lor, cum au crescut ei copii, frata nu le mai tacea cu gura, da ce sa faci zambeam si dadeam din cap, asa de complezenta. Intre timp gasisem niste anunturi, si chiar stabilisem niste intalniri a doua zi, da nu poti sa te angajezi din ziar asa ca am mai stat putin sa se mai alse din caldura si am luat Mamaia la pas, intreband pe la toate terasele si restaurantele. &lt;br /&gt;Uitai sa va spun ca acasa vorbiseram cu cineva de la un restaurant cinezesc, aveau nevoie de un barman. Ajungem si acolo vorbesc cu patroana, si ma intreaba "tu vrei sa te angajezi?", initial am vrut sa spun da (mai bine de atat nu se putea, de 2 zile la mare si aveam i servici) da am zis sa-i intreb pe astia cine vrea si s-a oferit tovarasu' Lucifer. Il intreaba aia, "cocktaile sti sa faci?"...asta al meu se uita putin ratacit "da cum, doar am mai lucrat". &lt;br /&gt;El saracu nu stia sa faca nici un frappe :))...A ramas acolo pana seara sa prinda smecheria , si al dracu' noroc pe capu' lui ca atunci era si ziua de nastere a patroanei. Il lasam acolo si ne ducem sa mancam ceva, la masa faceam pariuri pe cat o sa rezista Nicolae acolo:))...mai mult de 3 zile nu-i dadeam niciunu.&lt;br /&gt;Am mai stat putin la plaja si asa s-a incheiat si a doua zi la mare. Bilant, unu angajat 3 someri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar continuarea maine ca nu mai am timp acum:(, si ma mai bate si sister la cap s-o las la calc...:|:|....Ma gandi la titlu, da degeaba nu gasesc nimic...:-??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-8690858438137877657?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/8690858438137877657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/8690858438137877657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/8690858438137877657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Experienta Constanteana...( I )'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-6579700293345809060</id><published>2009-07-05T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:19:47.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>Am emotii, e prima:&gt;. E preluata de la &lt;a href="http://colorez-tacerea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iris Noir&lt;/a&gt; :&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Ia cartea cea mai la îndemână, deschide-o la pagina 18 şi scrie al patrulea rând:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De altfel, nu eram la prima mea hotarare de a inlocui cartile lui Grimaud cu carti propriu-zise, dar pana acum nu facusem decat mici incercari" ("Rusoaica"-Gib I. Mihaescu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Fără să verifici, cât e ceasul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Verifică:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13:35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Cum eşti imbrăcat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva mai sumar:D, decat o pereche de pantaloni scurti galbeni, si ceasu' meu:X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Înainte să răspunzi la chestionaru' ăsta, la ce te uitai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi verificam mail-u :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) Ce zgomote auzi în afara celor produse de calculator? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copii de afara, pe mama care gateste:D si TV-u lu' sister (cre'ca Ben 10 :-?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) Când ai ieşit ultima dată şi ce ai făcut atunci? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum 10 minute, s-o ajut pe mama cu plasele:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) Ce-ai visat azi-noapte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai stiu, cre' ca nimic:-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9) Când ai râs ultima oară?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot timpu' rad :))..chiar si acu' cand dadui cu genunchiul de pat:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10) Ce ai pe pereţii camerei în care te afli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic, am o camera tare simpla, doar pe usa am un poster cu Led Zeppelin:X si cateva stickere cu studentiada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11) Daca ai deveni multimilionar peste noapte, ce ai cumpăra prima dată? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford Mustang 1967 &lt;3, "Eleanor" din filmu' "Gone in 60 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12) Care-i ultimu' film pe care l-ai vazut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mar Adentro". Ramon Sampedro, un tip ce in tinerete avusese un accident in urma caruia ramane paralizat de la gat in jos, se lupta de 30 de ani sa-si castige dreptu' de a muri cu demnitate (adica sa se sinucida). M-a impreionat filmu', vasta paleta de emotii, pe care te face sa le traiesti sigur va lasa o amprenta si pe voi (il recomand). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13) Ai vazut ceva neobişnuit azi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe sister spaland vasele :-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14) Ce părere ai despre acest chestionar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15) Spune-ne ceva ce nu ştim incă.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..pai zilele trecute am vazut un documentar pe Nat Geo despre "Codex Gigas"(Biblia Diavolului). Cum credinta nu e punctu' meu forte, nu prea ma impresioneaza chestiile astea.Totusi cartea in sine chiar e ceva special, are 92 cm lungime, 50 cm latime si grosimea de 22 cm, cantarind 75 kg. Are coperti masive din lemn acoperite cu piele si ornamentate cu simboluri din metal. Cica pentru cele 320 de pagini au fost folosite piei de la 160 de animale:|:|, si a fost scrisa de un singur calugar care savarsise nu stiu ce pacat de neiertat si trebuia sa fie zidit in peretii manastiri. Si ca scape asta a zis ca va scrie ce-a mai frumoasa si mai smechera carte, ce va contine toate Biblia si toate cunostiintele omului de pana atunci, intr-o singura noapte.Eh ca sa faca el ghidusia asta tipu' si-a vandut sufletu' diavolului (asa umbla zvonu' prin sat). Oricum dupa un studiu mai atent (si real), s-a descoperit ca autoru' cartii e intradevar un calugar, ce a ales o viata solitara, dupa ce a fost dat afara din ordinu' din care facea parte. Codex Gigas i-a mancat intre 25-30 de ani(ce rabdare avea tipu').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16) Ce nume i-ai da fetei tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;17) Dar băiatului tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ori Rares ori Alexandru:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18) Te-ai gandit deja să locuieşti în străinătate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;19) Ce ai dori să-ţi spună Dumnezeu când intrii pe Porţile Raiului?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Intrebarea asta nu cre' ca e pentru mine, asa ca pas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20) Dacă ai putea schimba ceva în lume, în afară de politică, ce ai schimba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21) Îţi place să dansezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael era copil pe langa mine:D...Imi place sa ma prostesc:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22) Care a fost ultima chestie care pe care ai văzut-o la teveu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluarea la "Friends" pe Pro Cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23) George Bush? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma gandesc ca asta a fost cel mai puternic om din lume ma ia cu fiorii. Mi-ar place sa-l vad in costum de balerina alergat de canibali prin padurea amazoniana:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24) Care-s cei patru oameni ce ar trebui să preia acest chestionar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca am 4 prieteni in blogosfera:))))...cine doreste sa-l preia, cu mare drag..&lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-6579700293345809060?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/6579700293345809060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/6579700293345809060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/6579700293345809060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/07/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-717046303744938138</id><published>2009-06-24T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:08:10.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='din si despre carti'/><title type='text'>Ascultand o carte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkIApHO8JyI/AAAAAAAAADI/QNbzNL4GBbo/s1600-h/What_then__by_zambilici11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkIApHO8JyI/AAAAAAAAADI/QNbzNL4GBbo/s200/What_then__by_zambilici11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350840013585917730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    Dependenta de tehnologie a oamenilor din ziua de azi patrunde tot mai agresiv cu fiecare zi in care mai apare ceva nou, si cu ce viteza evolueaza lucrurile cred ca nici cei care incearca sa convinga lumea ca lectura ar trebui sa faca parte din copilarie, adolescenta si din batranete nu vor mai fi. Oamenii au inlocuit farmecul lucrurilor pe care le descoperi prin lectura, cu pracmatismul unei cautari pe internet.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa fim sinceri, nu cred ca acum mai putem sa convingem un tanar, care s-a nascut si a crescut cu calculatorul si cu telefonul mobil , sa citeasca. Vina o au si institutiile care se ocupa de formarea si educarea copiilor, dar si mediul in care sunt educati acasa.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Lectura te ajuta in formarea unei pareri despre viata, te ajuta sa compari comportamentul si mentalitatea unor oameni care au trait cu ceva secole inainte, cu oamenii secolului in care traiesti si te face sa vezi ca multe dintre lucrurile care apar in fiecare zi, si care pe multi ii complexeaza, iar pe tine prin interactiunile cu diferite caractere care apar in carti te poate schimba si te va face sa le vezi cu un aer mult mai degajat, unele carti te indeamna sa-ti folosesti imaginatia si te ajuta sa o dezvolti, asta fiind principala calitate a lor.&lt;br /&gt;Pe mine personal lectura m-a invatat mai demult ca merita sa-ti faci timp si pentru ea, am inceput sa vad si cu alti ochi lucrurile, si sa-mi dau seama ca viata nu are nicio vina in parcursul tau prin ea, lucrurile sunt asa cum vrei tu sa fie, daca vrei sa-ti fie bine doar tu poti face sa-ti fie bine. Mi-a aratat ca iubirea dintre un barbat si o femeie trebuie sa fie ceva pur, nobil si care se bazeaza pe mult respect, am citit despre unele culturi care pur si simplu m-au fascinat si multe alte lucruri care m-au facut sa ma simt onorat ca le-am citit.&lt;br /&gt;   Asadar sa nu va lasati influentati de carti, sa copiati anumite caractere care vi se par ca vi s-ar potrivi, ci lasati cartile sa va amuze, sa va incante, sa va emotioneze si nu in ultimul rand sa va cultive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-717046303744938138?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/717046303744938138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/ascultand-o-carte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/717046303744938138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/717046303744938138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/ascultand-o-carte.html' title='Ascultand o carte'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkIApHO8JyI/AAAAAAAAADI/QNbzNL4GBbo/s72-c/What_then__by_zambilici11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-175844068983101177</id><published>2009-06-23T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:43:36.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Playing with the rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkE9fyTKk8I/AAAAAAAAACw/WAKhtIIvJIc/s1600-h/singin_in_the_rain_lampost_jpeg_bw-400-x-361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkE9fyTKk8I/AAAAAAAAACw/WAKhtIIvJIc/s320/singin_in_the_rain_lampost_jpeg_bw-400-x-361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350625448580256706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh ce frumos ploua, doar stau si ma uit in gol pe geam, doar eu cu mine. Si ca sa fie si mai dulce viata,pe fundal imi canta my old friend Nat King Cole "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm in the mood for love&lt;/span&gt;".....Frumoasa noapte:X:X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object height='46' width='448'&gt;&lt;param value='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/bogdanpavel/bbbafe3ef41ad3.swf' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'/&gt;&lt;embed height='46' width='448' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/bogdanpavel/bbbafe3ef41ad3.swf'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nat King Cole-I'm in the mood for love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Muzica' href='http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica'&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-175844068983101177?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/175844068983101177/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahh-ce-frumos-ploua-doar-stau-si-ma-uit.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/175844068983101177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/175844068983101177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahh-ce-frumos-ploua-doar-stau-si-ma-uit.html' title='Playing with the rain...'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkE9fyTKk8I/AAAAAAAAACw/WAKhtIIvJIc/s72-c/singin_in_the_rain_lampost_jpeg_bw-400-x-361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-5363119022134132520</id><published>2009-06-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:45:16.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><title type='text'>Ai cacarisito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/Sj6X1_5BBTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jUIgnA3PUTg/s1600-h/2050-theodor_paleologu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/Sj6X1_5BBTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jUIgnA3PUTg/s320/2050-theodor_paleologu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349880361302164786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi aflai si eu ca zilele astea are loc targul de carte Bookfest 2009 in Bucuresti, si zisai sa arunc o privire la ce mai e nou, ce carti se mai lanseaza ...Curiozitatea mea ma dusa pe site-ul ce lor de la Cotidianul, unde ramasai socat de &lt;a href="http://www.cotidianul.ro/theodor_paleologu_o_tara_mare_poate_sa_si_permita_si_un_bou_drept_presedinte_una_mica_are_nevoie_de_un_intelectual_noi_suntem_la_mijloc-88731.html"&gt;declaratia domnului Theodor Paleologu&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aflat la lansarea carti fostului presedinte ceh Vaclav Havel, "Pe scurt, va rog!", tovarasu Paleologu s-a gandit s-o comita din nou, dupa ce zilele trecute a afirmat ca "blazonul national este cacarisit".Implicat in a filosofa despre cartea presedintelui mai sus mentionat, domnul ministru' al culturii a grait, citez:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cu cât o ţară mică e mai mică, cu atât este mai necesar ca şeful statului să fie un intelectual de anvergură.O ţară mare poate să-şi permită luxul de a avea şi un bou drept preşedinte. Problema este că România este la mijloc. Nu este nici aşa, nici aşa. Deci, ne aflăm între, ca de obicei. Nici prea-prea, nici foarte-foarte&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mda...Romania numai mica nu e, deci ce inteleg eu din vorbele domnului ministru,e ca Basescu nu e vreun geniu nedescoperit, dar cum poate fi ilustrul nostru conducator un bou (poate taur comunal cu miss Udrea :&gt;) . Incercam io sa vad dedesuptul declaratie lui Paleologu, da degeaba...dar cum sa ma lase el "neterminat" pe mine:&gt;,intrebat de ziaristul de la Cotidianul unde se incadreaza domnul presedinte, Paleologu a dat un raspuns pe masura primei afirmatii, citez:"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Traian Băsescu este un om inteligent care, fără a fi el insuşi intelectual, ştie să-i aprecieze. Are discernământ, n-are complexe şi este natural.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Gata mi s-a luat valu' de pe ochi. Base intelectual nu e, dar e un bou inteligent cu discernamant si plin de naturalete care stie sa aprecieze marile creiere ale patriei. :-? . Au mama a pus-o Paleologu, daca io am dreptate, cum se scoate el in fata liderului, da' cred ca putin ass kissing o sa-l scoata din rahat:&gt;:&gt; ca doar e invatat. &lt;br /&gt;Si cand te gandesti ca astia sunt oamenii care ne conduc, asta mai fiind si ministrul culturii....cretini mai rasariti ca mai sus numitii nu puteam alege.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Sau poate eu sunt ala prost si nu-mi dau seama...:-?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-5363119022134132520?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/5363119022134132520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/ai-cacarisito.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/5363119022134132520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/5363119022134132520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/ai-cacarisito.html' title='Ai cacarisito...'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/Sj6X1_5BBTI/AAAAAAAAABg/jUIgnA3PUTg/s72-c/2050-theodor_paleologu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-3943952601992017608</id><published>2009-06-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:52:10.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Atingand Nirvana cu palu'...</title><content type='html'>Lunea trecuta am avut un examen si am zis ca daca tot ma duc la Craiova sa ma decazez din camin, fiind la jumatea lunii plateam si eu mai putin, imi iesea si mie un ban cinstit (alor mei logic ca le-am cerut toti banii). Ajung acolo imi iau cererile necesare, le completez frumos si ma duc sa le depun. Intru zambitor in birou, dau saru'mana ca asa-i frumos si ii las foile pe masa, sta tanti putin pe ganduri, analizeaza situatia si dintr-o data rabufneste..."aaa voi sunteti din camera aia cu patu' rupt, pai bine ma nesimtitilor vroiati sa plecati asa? Nu va decazez pana nu faceti patu" ditamai harakiri a iesit acolo...Mai sa mor nu alta, ies, bineintele ii adresez niste "laude" binemeritate, cred ca a sughitat maica-sa atunci intr-o veselie, si ma duc sa dau vestea desteptilor din camera. Stam noi ne cautam prin buzunare, gasim ceva franci si ne ducem sa cautam pal pentru pat :|. Am mers pe la toate magazinele de mobila, de usi, unde vedeam lemn acolo intram, da ai dracu daca avea vreunu pal. Fiecare ne trimitea pe unde stia el mai bine, pana la urma am ajuns intr-o fundatura prin niste ateliere, reusisem performanta sa ne ratacim ziua in amiaza mare in Craiova (eram la 200 de m de camin), unde ne-a vazut un nene si ne-a intrebat de sanatate. Il intrebam nene pal ai?, cand a zis DA cre' ca am atins Nirvana, o sa-l tin minte cat oi trai pe nenea ala cu mustata. Luam obiectu' muncii, ne-am chinuit ceva sa iesim la strada, ajungem la camin si facem nenorocitu' ala de pat. &lt;br /&gt;Am zis gata, ma duc sa-mi iau revansa, cobor la tanti in birou si ii zic satisfacut ca s-a rezolvat problema, bineinteles ca nu ma crede, vine sus vede ca patu' functioneste si ne semneaza cererile intr-un final, da asa gretos de parca semna un pact cu dracu'.&lt;br /&gt;  Fericit pana peste poate imi iau cererile ca sa le duc la alta tanti sa le bage la catastif (ale dracu' tanti parca s-au nascut sa ma terorizeze pe mine), ma duc io cu Ion (Ion=mi compadre), batem la usa nimic, mai stam putin iar batem, tot nimic. Pe program scria "deschis pana la 15:30", era ceasu' 14:20, insistam noi acolo pana cand vine tanti fericita plina de dulceata pe la gura, si intra in birou. Noi dam sa intram dupa ea, pac, ne inchide usa in nas (deci mi-a dat o usa in cap de uitasem de mine), noi saltareti, poate ne-o baga in seama, tanti tanti vrem sa lasam si noi foile astea la dumneavoastra "Nu acu' ca am treaba", -Pai sunteti inca in program. Veniti maine ca acum nu se mai poate.&lt;br /&gt;   Deci ma ofticasem...daca iesea aia afara se lasa cu, coliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   In fine, ii las foile lu' Ion sa le duca el a doua a zi dimineata, ca io trebuia sa-i duc masina lu' tata si nu puteam ramane in Craiova. A doua zi ma suna asta pe la 9 dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;-Ba hai sa-ti spun una tare&lt;br /&gt;-Zi ma. :-?&lt;br /&gt;-Fusai cu foile la aia, le dadui, da nu vrea sa ne decazeze.&lt;br /&gt;-Pai de ce ma? (io socat:|:|)&lt;br /&gt;-Pai cica tre' sa platim caminu' pe toata luna, ca daca ne duceam ieri plateam numai pe jumate :|:|:|&lt;br /&gt;   Deci muream de nervi, sper sa nu ma intalnesc cu niciuna dintre tanti anu' asta, ca o sa ma vedeti la stirile de la ora 5...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-3943952601992017608?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/3943952601992017608/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/atingand-nirvana-cu-palu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/3943952601992017608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/3943952601992017608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/atingand-nirvana-cu-palu.html' title='Atingand Nirvana cu palu&apos;...'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-315833211195997188</id><published>2009-06-20T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:43:22.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pe drum...</title><content type='html'>Lasat sa-mi caut drumul vietii&lt;br /&gt;                      Ma aproprii de anii batranetii&lt;br /&gt;                      Care vin fara speranta de oprire &lt;br /&gt;                      Am si uitat, &lt;br /&gt;                      In viata e si fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      Viata e cum vreau eu,&lt;br /&gt;                      Un drum nu trebuie cauta&lt;br /&gt;                      O fac cum vreau eu,&lt;br /&gt;                      Ci mai degraba modelat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Momentul dintre sfarsitul unei scoli si inceputul unei alte scoli te face sa te gandesti ca viata asta uneori asa de zgarcita nu este o scoala, incep sa cred ca in ziua de azi se pierd multe lucruri si aspecte ale vietii, care ar trebui invatate de tine trecand prin viata,nu in niste cladiri cu niste oameni care au trait o epoca multa prea fara culoare si care incearca sa te invete unele lucruri care cica ar trebui sa te ajute..&lt;br /&gt;Cred sau ar trebui sa stiu ca totul este trecator si nu trebuie sa te gandesti ce faci maine cand tu nu sti ce faci azi. Nu te stredui sa cunosti pe cineva cand tu nu te cunosti pe tine, sunt multe lucruri care te vor dezamagi, te vor face sa cazi in genunchi si sa te intrebi de ce si atunci nici macar lacrimile nu-ti vor aduce un raspuns, dar macar vei cunoaste dezamagirea si durerea.&lt;br /&gt;Exista momente in care nu sti ce trebuie sa faci, pentru ca este ciudat cum sunt unele lucruri la care te uiti si le vezi asa de simple cand defapt sunt asa de complicate. Cum ar trebui sa raspunzi la unele intrebari, oare viata o ia inainte ? sau tu ramai in urma.. ? cum poate sa treaca timpul si tu totus sa ramai in urma.. ? cum sa-i intelegi pe altii cand tu abia te intelegi pe tine..? intrebari la care iti mai pui o intrebare, poate cineva sa raspunda la ele ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-315833211195997188?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/315833211195997188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/lasat-sa-mi-caut-drumul-vietii-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/315833211195997188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/315833211195997188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/lasat-sa-mi-caut-drumul-vietii-ma.html' title='pe drum...'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-5343323762914209576</id><published>2009-06-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:02:25.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ochii mei ce mai demult&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sclipeau precum un diamant,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum se-neaca in lacrimi argintii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce se aduna in intunericul inimii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mireasma parfumului de odinioara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S-a cufundat in lacrima amara,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trecat pe langa mine &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orice speranta de fericire,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iar tot ce e legat de tine &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi aduce aminte de iubire,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ochii, trupu si parul tau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt altar in sufletul meu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         O parte dintr-o poezie scrisa prin clasa a IX-a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-5343323762914209576?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/5343323762914209576/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/fost.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/5343323762914209576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/5343323762914209576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/fost.html' title='A fost...'/><author><name>Lucifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122258253642499288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sgF2dZtHKIE/Sjy9RFlOepI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FbAOYwNFBqc/S220/SPM_A0044.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4930251897043479349.post-4621006148715239618</id><published>2009-06-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:49:28.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo Lume...fara noi ati fi mai goi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   Intr-o frumoasa dimineata ma suna tovarasu’ Nicolae (zis Lucifer..asa e el rau defel) sa iesim la cafea, a devenit o obisnuinta de cand venit vara si frecam menta degeaba pe acas’. Si cum vorbeam noi acolo de una de alta, de plecatu’ nostru la mare, de criza asta care ne omoara pe toti, ne-a venit o idée “geniala”, sa ne facem si noi un blogulet ca tot e la moda. De la idei la teorii am decis ca si debitatiile noastre  despre viata, despre starea natiunii, trecut si prezent merita  impartasite cu restu’ lumii. Tinand cont ca afar’ era o caldura de ne transpirau si urechile ne-a venit in minte si numele lu asta micu’  ( predestinat:&gt;) Neuron batut de soare…ca tot filosofam noi in amiaza mare (mama ei de caldura).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. multumiri lui &lt;a href="http://colorez-tacerea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iris Noir&lt;/a&gt; care m-a convins :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          Asteptam sa ne contraziceti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4930251897043479349-4621006148715239618?l=neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/feeds/4621006148715239618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/hallo-lumefara-noi-ati-fi-mai-goi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/4621006148715239618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4930251897043479349/posts/default/4621006148715239618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neuronbatutdesoare.blogspot.com/2009/06/hallo-lumefara-noi-ati-fi-mai-goi.html' title='Hallo Lume...fara noi ati fi mai goi'/><author><name>Bogdan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11938639465155974316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zOYLK-FbfBg/SkODAFiojAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tT6es5ROrdk/S220/Foto0584.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
