<?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-2988630939209924485</id><updated>2011-08-16T20:47:18.191+03:00</updated><category term='timp'/><category term='bisexual'/><category term='vise'/><category term='Eugene Hutz'/><category term='House MD'/><category term='Natura'/><category term='porci'/><category term='chimie'/><category term='heterosexual'/><category term='Mos Craciun'/><category term='ciocolata'/><category term='inocenta'/><category term='profi'/><category term='y tu mama tambien'/><category term='nimic'/><category term='majorat'/><category term='Charlie and the Chocolate factory'/><category term='Gogol Bordello'/><category term='sex'/><category term='virgina'/><category term='somn'/><category term='pat'/><category term='pupic'/><category term='futi'/><category term='imi place'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='muzica'/><category term='mama'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='trecut'/><category term='prega'/><category term='dubios'/><category term='medicina'/><category term='Loredana'/><category term='folk'/><category term='flori'/><category term='gay'/><category term='baieti'/><category term='absinth'/><category term='panica'/><category term='Cocorosie'/><category term='Gheraiesti'/><category term='corpul uman'/><category term='carpe diem'/><category term='tigara'/><category term='molecule'/><category term='Vatra Dornei'/><category term='tata'/><category term='jurnal'/><category term='mahmureala'/><category term='party'/><category term='prezervative'/><category term='inceput'/><category term='oglinda'/><category term='lesbiana'/><category term='revenire'/><category term='Tzuki'/><category term='prieteni'/><category term='magie'/><category term='Craciun'/><category term='Everything is Illuminated'/><category term='disectii'/><category term='oase'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='bac'/><category term='a clockwork orange'/><category term='Transporter'/><category term='film'/><category term='bun-venit'/><category term='cadouri'/><category term='aberatii'/><category term='generatia de pustani'/><category term='variante de bac'/><title type='text'>rock around the clock</title><subtitle type='html'>mizilicuri, domnule!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-812950608220844178</id><published>2010-08-08T00:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:15:36.249+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wazup, doc?</title><content type='html'>Vai de mine si de mine! A trecut un an de cand n-am mai dat pe-aici. N-am pc in bucuresti si sunt foaaaarte multumita de chestia asta, desi uneori am nevoie de unul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multe s-au schimbat: eu, lumea din jur, blogosfera... Ma simt ciudat. Nu ma mai simt eu, zurli-burli cea romantica in idei care a inceput acest blog. Acum sunt Cristina, fata cea serioasa care s-a infipt in real, care nu mai rade cu rasul ei cel plin de pofta ca inainte, care isi pierde rabdarea mai repede, care a invatat sa fie nesimtita... Si a trecut doar un an intr-un alt oras, cu alti oameni. Nici nu vreau sa stiu ce ma asteapta in urmatorii 5 (cel putin 5, de fapt :-?). Probabil nu umblu pe unde trebuie si cu cine trebuie prin bucale, dar orasul asta m-a secat complet de creativitate, ma simt pur si simplu un om prost acum (or maybe it's life's way of telling me something). Nu ma mai implic sa organizez nimic, nu simt sa mai am vreo idee buna, decat in ceea ce priveste lucrurile practice (cum sa faci economie de spatiu sau orientare in spatiu). Mi se pare ca aveam si alte amintiri. Am recitit o "scrisoare" gen de sfarsit de liceu si scrisesem niste chestii de care uitasem complet. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de mine, de accentul meu, de cum era totul inainte. Plm, sper sa vina viitorul cu chestii coolish, ca altfel ma revolt, oricat de pasnica si hippie sunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-812950608220844178?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/812950608220844178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/wazup-doc.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/812950608220844178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/812950608220844178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2010/08/wazup-doc.html' title='Wazup, doc?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2491322165219040387</id><published>2009-09-03T00:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:11:39.252+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Vai, vai, vai, dar ce se intampla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tot ma uit la seriale, m-am lasat de fumat o luna si m-am reapucat, am intalnit cativa barbati cu voci fenomenale, sunt studenta la medicina militara si incep pe 14 septembrie si ma bucur de cele 10 zile de vacanta pe care le-am avut vara asta. Am fost la mare la fel de mult cum am fost si la polul nord sa vad aurora boreala si sper sa nu ma dezbrace nimeni pe lumina pana vara viitoare,pentru ca nu am avut cand sa ma bronzez si eu cam ca un om normal. Sunt total pe alta planeta momentan si incerc sa inteelg de ce pretenarii mei incep sa am descrie/prezinte ca o tipa ciudata, cand eu sunt atat si atat de obisnuita si cu un comportament atat de normal. Who the fuck knows? Promit ca data viitoare cand ies in oras o las mai moale cu berile. Nu ma intorc prea curand, sper, in minunata blogosfera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai pa cu inimioare si stelute desenate pe langa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2491322165219040387?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2491322165219040387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2491322165219040387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2491322165219040387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8943274442423645448</id><published>2009-07-20T10:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:17:09.631+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost back</title><content type='html'>Am trecut de bac aproape vie, dar am admiterea peste vreo 2 zile si asta ma inspaimanta foarte tare, ca daca nu intru la facultate, am pus-o. Daca intru, directia mare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva nou? Da, mi-am continuat obsesia cu serialele si m-am mai uitat la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True Blood &lt;/span&gt;(ala cu vamprii de pe HBO), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Doe&lt;/span&gt; (film vechi si cu un singur sezon, in care joaca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dominic Purcell&lt;/span&gt;, Lincoln din Prison Break) si momentan Friends. M-a batut o prietena la cap despre cat de tare este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt; si cum melodiile ei de la tv sunt comerciale si restul nu si o insistat atat de mult pana mi-am luat si eu ultimul ei album de pe net (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One of the Boys&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Nu stiu de ce am crezut pentru un moment ca are dreptate, e la fel de lame ca la tv. In schimb, in albumul lu' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Winehouse &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to Black&lt;/span&gt;) am gasit vreo cateva melodiute simpaticute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uf, am sa revin cu altele mai interesante dupa ce termin cu bine cu admiterea. Si dupa ce ma intorc de la mare. Of of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-8943274442423645448?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8943274442423645448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-almost-back.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8943274442423645448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8943274442423645448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-almost-back.html' title='I&apos;m almost back'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3195051140167779242</id><published>2009-06-23T23:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:45:50.773+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuare</title><content type='html'>M-am saturat de bac, am luat ca o retardata 9 la oral la romana, n-am chef de nici un examen, vreau sa treaca tot si sa ajung in sfarsit in vama, sa ma imbat in fiecare seara pe plaja cu prietenii mei si cu pachetu de dunhill langa, sa fac skin-dipping si sa uit de mine si de tot, de toate problemele de-acasa si din afara ei. Poate asa, in zilele alea, o sa pot sa ma comport si eu in sfarsit ca un om normal si nu ca o psihopata care viseaza la vivisectii si cianura de potasiu si morfina&amp;amp;beladona si alte otravuri insesizabile la analizele toxicologice obisnuite in autopsie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3195051140167779242?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3195051140167779242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuare_23.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3195051140167779242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3195051140167779242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuare_23.html' title='Continuare'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6111857496259703700</id><published>2009-06-23T00:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:03:22.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ioi!</title><content type='html'>E 1 noaptea, eu maine am bac, plm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da' vreau sa va zic altceva. M-am surprins azi cu un gand foarte amuzant. M-o chinuit mama si m-o pus sa probez o tona de haine ca sa vad cu ce ma imbrac maine la oral. Am innebunit. Are niste gusturi groaznice. Imi pare rau pentru ea, e foarte simpatica si draguta si o iubesc tare mult, dar are niste gusturi oribile de-a dreptul. Dupa ce am stat o ora cu ea si am ramas in sfarsit singura, am reusit sa-mi gasesc niste hainute chiar ok.  Si mie una nu-mi place sa probez haine, doamne, de aia si urasc cumapraturile, ma enerveaza, ma plictiseste, mi se face cald si de obicei is hainele ba prea stramte, ba prea largi si biacks, ma enerveaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaaaaaaa, si terminsem cu asta si vroiam sa ma schimb in sfarsit in pijamale si am inceput sa ma gandesc la asta: "Slava Domnului ca am terminat, vai, ce urasc sa probez haine, slava domnului ca nu's fata, c-as innebu... Uh oh!" Si eram serioasa cand ma gandeam asta. Mi se pare tare dubios. Cum adica sa uit ca sunt fata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp, cred ca o sa ma apuc sa-mi tai mana, pentru ca am facut o alergie la soare pe o mana si mor, ma mananca de crap, ma duc sa aduc un cutit sa tai bucata aia de piele, doar asa un pic,cat sa n-o mai simt. Hai v-am pupat, noapte buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6111857496259703700?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6111857496259703700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/ioi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6111857496259703700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6111857496259703700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/ioi.html' title='Ioi!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-9202236906472037947</id><published>2009-06-22T14:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:55:50.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Panica volumul 2</title><content type='html'>V-am spus zilele trecute ca sunt panicata. Azi sunt si mai panicata ca ma cheama cu "v" si sunt maine la oral la romana (pentru cei care nu stiu, am bac). Cica au picat numai prostii si texte literare, nu non literare si eu nu stiu nimic la literatura yet. Vai, vai, ce ma fac? Daca nu iau 10 imi cumapr o mitraliera si ma impusc in degetul mic de la picior. Cine a mai auzit de tocilara care sa nu invete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa ma chillez. Ma intorc sa ma uit la filme :D Cool, huh? Mi-am luat sezonu 1 din "True Blood" care e un film numai cu omoruri si sex, dar e simpaticut. True blood si ciocolata, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-9202236906472037947?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/9202236906472037947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/panica-volumul-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/9202236906472037947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/9202236906472037947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/panica-volumul-2.html' title='Panica volumul 2'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2182236074565881092</id><published>2009-06-19T23:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:12:32.477+03:00</updated><title type='text'>James Morrison - This Boy</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu daca ati auzit de James Morrison (a nu se confunda cu Jim Morrison), dar mie imi place de englezul asta ragusit. Nu este un inovator nemaipomenit in ale muzicii, totusi mie melodia asta mi-o placut si o ramas my favourite de cand o aparut. So here it is, my fav:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cristinavili/560ef0419ce91b.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cristinavili/560ef0419ce91b.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Morrison - This Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2182236074565881092?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2182236074565881092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/james-morrison-this-boy.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2182236074565881092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2182236074565881092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/james-morrison-this-boy.html' title='James Morrison - This Boy'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-773914607057670072</id><published>2009-06-19T20:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:20:33.018+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Google</title><content type='html'>Eu cu 2 zile de bac tot n-am invatat nimic si ce fac: mi-am luat frumos numele si l-am bagat pe google sa vad daca ma gasesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia pe pagina 4 mi-am gasit numele intr-o lista ca voluntara la Crucea Rosie, pe pagina 5 mi-am gasit adresa de e-mail. In urmatoarele 25 de pagini n-am mai gasit absolut nimic cu referire la mine, am gasit in schimb cu referire la niste profe din liceul meu pe care le cheama Cristina. Pardon, din fostul meu liceu, ca sunt absolventa, ce naiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai cautat si altfel si din nou, nimic! Clar, se simte lipsa mea din presa locala :)) Ce-am gasit interesant a fost o stire dintr-un ziar de Iasi cu privire la o activitate facuta de clasa mea cu profa de engleza, ne-am intalnit noi cu un american cool, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mi-e prea lene sa ma mai explic si ma asteapta "Ion" pe masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai v-am pupat si urati-mi bafta, ca incep acusi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-773914607057670072?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/773914607057670072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/google.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/773914607057670072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/773914607057670072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/google.html' title='Google'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8226944861941932967</id><published>2009-06-15T21:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:54:24.252+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='variante de bac'/><title type='text'>Panica</title><content type='html'>Ok, panica, panica, soc, soc! Nu stiu ce sa fac, sunt dis-pe-ra-ta! Bacul incepe in fix o saptamana si inca n-am facut nimic. Am facut variante ce-i drept, vreo 80 la chimie, vreo 80 la mate, la romana vreo 5, dar teoria asteapta sa fie invatata. Sunt relativ foarte panicata si stresata si totusi ma bucur ca se apropie startul, ca stiu ca se apropie si sfarsitul si termin cu nenorocenia asta de examen! Bine, dup-aia o sa fie panica si mai mare cu admiterea, dar sper sa fie ok. Am incredere in mine. Acum o sa ma intorc la tocit nuvela (e o mare abureala in capul meu cand vine vorba de nuvela). Vorbim cand ma chillez :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-8226944861941932967?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8226944861941932967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/panica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8226944861941932967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8226944861941932967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/panica.html' title='Panica'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6796449141602323568</id><published>2009-06-14T22:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:05:43.952+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilaaaasi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SjVXuW0bTwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zhPhlo_0pVk/s1600-h/Copy+of+our+baby+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SjVXuW0bTwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zhPhlo_0pVk/s400/Copy+of+our+baby+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347276586483404546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai, deci azi m-am distrat asa de tare. De ce? Pai am facut copii. Adica la modul virtual. Adica pe un site, mai. Trebusoara se numeste &lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/"&gt;RoutanBabymaker3000&lt;/a&gt; si trebuie sa pui poze cu mami si cu tati si ei iti fac copilul. Nu conteaza daca poza nu e foarte tip buletin, ca oricum trebuie s-o ajustezi cu"left eye", ""right face contour", "right mouth corner", "nose tip" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut mai multi copii azi, toti cu prietenul meu cel mai bun (doamne,ce amuzanta suna treaba asta) si sunt necajita, pentru ca mama o zis ca-s urati. Copilul din poza de mai sus e copilul numarul 3 si il cheama Cristian Stefan (ca pe bunicii lui) si bunica lui aka mama mea o zis ca-i urat, dar mie mi se pare tare dragalas. Cum poate sa zica de copilul meu ca-i urat? Nu-i asa ca-i frumusel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, ce distractiv, deci chestia asta cu baby maker trebuie incercata! Eventual share ur baby's photos with me :) Anyway, enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6796449141602323568?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6796449141602323568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/copilaaaasi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6796449141602323568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6796449141602323568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/copilaaaasi.html' title='Copilaaaasi!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SjVXuW0bTwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zhPhlo_0pVk/s72-c/Copy+of+our+baby+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-381214163657652885</id><published>2009-06-14T13:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:25:45.107+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Knows</title><content type='html'>Melodie care imi place foarte mult, pusa pe repeat/in queue de nenumarate ori :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cristinavili/48d57f1b01135c.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cristinavili/48d57f1b01135c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Legend - Everybody Knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-381214163657652885?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/381214163657652885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/381214163657652885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/381214163657652885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/everybody-knows.html' title='Everybody Knows'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7801928628847713351</id><published>2009-06-10T11:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:00:26.247+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gata!</title><content type='html'>De ieri ma numesc absolventa cu acte-n regula! Gata frate cu orele cu notele cu tezele si cu ascultarile. Ma asteapta tona de examene, dar mergem inainte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si poftim luati de-aici filmuletul clasei noastre de sfarsit de scoala:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0eA0wbU6_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M0eA0wbU6_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: Imi pare rau, dar mi s-a blocat sonorul pentru ca n-am drepturi asupra melodiilor folosite, bla bla. Poate reusesc sa rezolv ceva cat de repede :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7801928628847713351?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7801928628847713351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/gata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7801928628847713351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7801928628847713351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/gata.html' title='Gata!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-414906191746500845</id><published>2009-06-06T22:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T22:54:59.502+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>Azi eram cu prietenii mei in oras si am venit cu o dilema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum te numesti daca violezi un pui mort de maimuta: pedofil, necrofil sau zoofil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil te-ai numi doar psihopat :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-414906191746500845?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/414906191746500845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilema.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/414906191746500845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/414906191746500845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4541080917221079354</id><published>2009-06-05T21:56:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:11:54.672+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curatenie, tigari si bones</title><content type='html'>Sunt de parere ca nu conteaza ora ca sa faci curatenie. Oricand e timpul potrivit sa faci curatenie. Acuma fac curatenie. In dimineata cand am ajuns de la banchet am facut curatenie (la modu' oleaca, nu prea mult). Am sa ma intorc curand sa fac curatenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt pe punctu de a ma lasa de fumat si sunt foarte fericita ca sunt in stare sa fac pasul asta. Chiar daca fumez de mic copil (de 3 ani aproape sau ceva de genul asta), nu sunt disperata dupa tigari si in ultima perioada am fost de foarte multe ori in situatia sa refuz tigari pentru ca nu vroiam. Nu mi-am mai cumparat pachetul meu de tigari de vreo 3 saptamani if i'm not mistaken (sper ca nu se pun pachetele luate la cheta). Nu stiu daca o sa fie ceva radical gen sa nu mai stau niciodata la "fumatori" sau daca sa fiu lenient si sa-mi mai permit cate o tigara din cand in cand, la o petrecere sau mai stiu eu cum. Oricum ,viitorul meu prieten este nefumator, deci o sa am un foarte mare ajutor si-o sa fie ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp, ma mai crizez la tot felul de prostii. Ma enerveaza la culme daca povestesc ceva si sunt intrerupata sau mi se lasa impresia ca nu sunt ascultata. De aia eram si suparata pe J. zilele trecute. Mama, fac spume, vad rosu in fata ochilor, o dau in apoplexie. In fond, asta e marele secret ca sa te intelegi bine cu oamenii: sa ii asculti/ sa te prefaci ca ii asculti si sa mai retii chestii despre ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, deci acuma va las, ma duc, ca tocmai mi-am luat sezonu' 4 din un serial despre care nush daca v-am povestit si il cheama Bones si il dau la procinema tradus "cititorii de oase" si e un film foarte misto. Si m-am chinuit vreo saptamana sa-l iau de pe torrent!!! Acum ma duc sa ma bucur de victorie si sa vizionez un episod in timp ce mai impaturesc niste haine sau mai sortez niste chestii prin camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4541080917221079354?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4541080917221079354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/curatenie-tigari-si-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4541080917221079354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4541080917221079354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/curatenie-tigari-si-bones.html' title='Curatenie, tigari si bones'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1048198858242453282</id><published>2009-06-03T22:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:01:01.324+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be sexy</title><content type='html'>Daca esti fata si n-ai incredere in tine si vrei sa fii sexy ca sa te placa baietii, dar nu stii cum, pentru ca nu ai viata sociala si esti total rupta de realitate, nu-ti face griji! Sunt aici ca sa te ajut! In primul rand te sfatuiesc sa te speli si sa nu te mai ingrijorezi ca deodorantele ar provoca boli cum e cancerul! Vorbesc serios ca nu, incearca-le! Ai putea apoi sa incerci sa iti epilezi picioarele, axila si orice parte a corpului simti tu ca ar arata mai bine fara blana (mustata included). Apoi incearca sa nu te mai imbraci ca maica-ta sau sa citesti reviste de moda din '95. Ar fi de asemenea ok sa ai masura in talie mai mica decat la bust si sa-ti scoti mizeria de sub unghii dupa ce termini de prasit/scobit in nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa nu ma lungesc cu vorba, am sa las iutubul sa faca treaba mea cu filmuletul urmator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3woe0mEBbJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3woe0mEBbJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1048198858242453282?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1048198858242453282/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-be-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1048198858242453282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1048198858242453282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-be-sexy.html' title='How to be sexy'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1969697948814568612</id><published>2009-06-02T22:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:02:40.912+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuare...</title><content type='html'>Zilele trecute va vorbeam despre C., S., J., I.. Azi va ofer un semi deznodamant. J. este un dragut si jumatate si chiar daca mai are el probleme cu ascultatul, este un dulce si mi-a devenit mai drag decat imi era deja. Nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc cum o sa fie in august cand o sa plece! Cu S. nu am mai vorbit, in schimb am avut o discutie hardcore cu I., care m-a pus pe ganduri si mi-a amintit de C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, detalii insignifiante. Azi am iesit cu masina in oras. M-a prins furtuna, dar am ajuns acasa safe&amp;amp;sound. Mama, imi place sa conduc la nebunie, sunt indragostita de volan si masina si tot si sper sa ma lase tata cat mai des sa conduc :D Mai ales ca azi am facut mai putin de 30 de km. Abia astept sa am masina mea si s-o conduc eu asa pe unde vreau si sa nu mai fie nimeni care sa ma comenteze ca am mers prea multi km!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt racita. Am 100 de probleme la chimie pe maine. Ma intorc la teme ca o mica tocilara ce-mi place sa fiu :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1969697948814568612?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1969697948814568612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1969697948814568612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1969697948814568612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuare.html' title='Continuare...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-444967358287205191</id><published>2009-05-31T16:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:53:17.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>C., S. ,J. si I.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so au fost niste zile interesante... Pentru ca intotdeauna cand vine vorba de relatii/baieti treaba devine interesanta. La banchet o fost foarte amuzant sa-l vad pe un coleg de la alta clasa cum incerca el sa-mi faca complimente dragute, fara sa ma jigneasca sau sa se dea pe fata la mine, el fiind si un pic cam beat turta. La fel de amuzanti au fost si restul colegilor ametiti/beti cu care am mai dansat/stat de vorba. Abia astept sa ma intalnesc cu ei prin liceu si sa fac misto de ei. Yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intorcandu-ne cateva zile mai devreme de banchet... Ce pot sa zic decat ca C. este un om ingrozitor si nu suntem capabili sa avem o relatie normala, ca doi oameni care se cunosc de mici si ne comportam ca doi maimutoi cu niste orgolii imense. Partea proasta e ca m-am saturat de jocuri si-as vrea ori sa dispara de pe fata pamantului, ori sa se maturizeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. este un mistery man, dar cu siguranta n-o sa mi se mai faca dor de el prea curand. Pentru ca tocmai prin jocurile lui misterioase m-o facut sa-mi pierd interesul. E plictisitor. Ah, si pentru ca nu se tine de cuvant si asta e foarte enervant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si J. m-a ofticat. Pentru ca tot timpul are pretentia sa-l ascult si chiar asta fac si ma implic si-i dau sfaturi si sunt alaturi de el, dar cand vine vorba sa ma asculte el, mama, innebunesc. Nu e in stare sa ma asculte nici un sfert cat il ascult eu pe el, am mereu impresia ca e absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. se preface ca suntem cei mai buni prieteni si ca abia asteapta sa ma vada, de parca pentru mine n-ar fi contat deloc absenta lui indelungata din viata mea, de parca faptul ca ma mai interesez de soarta lui inseamna ca il astept cu bratele deschise forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff... Gata, ma duc sa dau o tura cu masina sa-mi treaca supararea pe specia asta de "i'm the champ cause i got smthing dangling in my pants".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-444967358287205191?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/444967358287205191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/c-s-j-si-i.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/444967358287205191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/444967358287205191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/c-s-j-si-i.html' title='C., S. ,J. si I.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6087233441810230681</id><published>2009-05-26T20:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:35:18.668+03:00</updated><title type='text'>N-am, nu dau, nu vreau.</title><content type='html'>N-am timp sa mai scriu baliverne pe-aici. Tot am  chef sa ma exprim sa zic eu tot felul de chestii, dar n-am timp sa scriu frumos, cu diacritice si alte alea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am dat atestatu la engleza la care m-am descurcat bine, chiar daca aveam un ditai morcovu bagat bine (adica de emotii) si azi am avut la info si am scapat foarte fain frumos; la info chiar o fost belea ca eram ultima in sala (adica o mai venit un coleg de-al meu un pic mai tarziu), examinatoru era un prof tinerel, am stat la taclale, mi-o aratat o chestie in word pe care n-o stiam, foarte fain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-o placut de profu ala. Am o obsesie cu tipii mai maturi decat mine. Prietenii mei mai fac misto de mine, ca la vara sa nu merg cu ei la mare in vama, sa ma duc la saturn, ca acolo gasesc bosorogi aka tipi pe gustu meu. Ei exagereaza bineinteles, pentru ca eu prin tipi mai maturi decat mine inteleg tipi la aproximativ 20 si ceva de ani. That's not old! Na, ce sa mai fac si eu acuma daca asta-mi place mie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gata, pauza s-a terminat, revenim cu alte prostii in alta zi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6087233441810230681?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6087233441810230681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/n-am-nu-dau-nu-vreau.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6087233441810230681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6087233441810230681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/n-am-nu-dau-nu-vreau.html' title='N-am, nu dau, nu vreau.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-836562279584477465</id><published>2009-05-24T12:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:14:00.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atestate si coincidente</title><content type='html'>Fiind la profil mate-info intensiv engleza,trebuie sa fac atestat si la engleza si la info. Atestatul meu la engleza este despre Abraham Lincoln si JFK. M-am indragostit de subiect, abia astept sa-l prezint fain frumos si atunci cand o sa am timp o sa va povestesc si voua pe larg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe scurt, exista foarte foarte multe asemanari intre Abe si JFK. La genul foarte multe. Gen amandoi si-au inceput cariera politica la distanta de fix o suta de ani (au intrat in congres in 1846 respectiv 1946, au devenit presedinti la 1861 si respectiv 1961), ca sa nu mai spun de asemanarile dintre mortile lor, care arata ca niste coincidente incredibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crezi sau nu in coincidente?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-836562279584477465?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/836562279584477465/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/atestate-si-coincidente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/836562279584477465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/836562279584477465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/atestate-si-coincidente.html' title='Atestate si coincidente'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6095241562054858427</id><published>2009-05-24T12:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:35:56.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzică :)</title><content type='html'>O melodie foarte draguta pe care am pus-o pe repeat zilele astea. Ingioi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/godutza/c067962cf227d0"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_c067962cf227d0(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steve miller band - the joker&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6095241562054858427?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6095241562054858427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/muzica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6095241562054858427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6095241562054858427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/muzica.html' title='Muzică :)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1470956751864676810</id><published>2009-05-22T23:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:14:08.268+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anunt!</title><content type='html'>Am un anunt oficial! De azi am trecut la cupa D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1470956751864676810?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1470956751864676810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/anunt.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1470956751864676810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1470956751864676810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/anunt.html' title='Anunt!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5590459497658665604</id><published>2009-05-21T21:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:32:03.145+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I flew solo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShWd61TNFwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TB2SEbWoWto/s1600-h/tehran_driver_series_3_by_legofish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShWd61TNFwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TB2SEbWoWto/s320/tehran_driver_series_3_by_legofish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338346567383193346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi a fost o zi istorica pentru mine: m-au lasat ai mei sa conduc singura! Adica la modul ca i-am lasat undeva la o party party si eu dup-aia tot am plecat cu masinuta. Yey! Am astept momentul asta din octombrie 2008 :| Sunt in sfarsit si eu soferita! M-am simtit super bine,chiar daca in prima jumatate de ora eram vai de capul meu. Sper ca nu m-au injurat prea multi soferi, desi am tendinta sa cred ca nu, pentru ca strada era cam goala. Ah, am luat un pic vopseaua de pe oglinda din dreapta pe alta masina, dar nu cred ca e vreo problema, nu? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci de-acuma feriti-va! Christina, spaima soferilor, a ajuns pe sosele! Mu ha ha ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5590459497658665604?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5590459497658665604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-flew-solo.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5590459497658665604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5590459497658665604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-flew-solo.html' title='I flew solo!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShWd61TNFwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/TB2SEbWoWto/s72-c/tehran_driver_series_3_by_legofish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3354583543294296991</id><published>2009-05-20T18:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:03:04.854+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bustu' gol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShQpsm5m8CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0a_CMaRKF4/s1600-h/deckthp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShQpsm5m8CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0a_CMaRKF4/s400/deckthp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937304674037794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShQpnTMlqTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TK4xREfTk-Q/s1600-h/aboard_the_PT-109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShQpnTMlqTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TK4xREfTk-Q/s320/aboard_the_PT-109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337937213485590834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite, &lt;a href="http://www.moara-lu-bunicu.org/suzi/"&gt;Suzi&lt;/a&gt;, bust gol care ma impresioneaza mai tare decat al lui rdj. Matale ce zici? Recunosti personajul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3354583543294296991?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3354583543294296991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/bustu-gol.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3354583543294296991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3354583543294296991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/bustu-gol.html' title='Bustu&apos; gol'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShQpsm5m8CI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0a_CMaRKF4/s72-c/deckthp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7306015437173934418</id><published>2009-05-18T13:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:51:46.004+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum sa donezi sange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShE9uUVPfSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LLgOLNXAib0/s1600-h/chemistry_by_erkeya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShE9uUVPfSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LLgOLNXAib0/s320/chemistry_by_erkeya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114899351829794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt foarte mandra de mine, cu toate ca sunt relativ obosita. Azi am fost la Iasi ca sa donez sange. De ce m-am dus tocmai pana acolo? Pentru ca acolo era internata persoana care avea nevoie de sange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am agitat aseara cu mama sa vedem ce (nu) trebuie sa facem inainte sa donam sange. Eu, singura fumatoare in serie din familie, nu am mai fumat de vreo 3 zile, iar mama (care fuma odata in tineretea ei) a fumat si ea o tigara amarata duminica. S-a panicat toata seara ca daca nu poate cumva sa doneze sange din cauza tigarei aleia. Pana la urma tot nu a putut dona, dar din alte motivesi din cei patru oameni care eram, numai sangele meu o fost ok. Nu mai spun ca s-o purtat doctorii si asistentele foarte frumos cu mine pe-acolo, m-au cantarit ca nu cumva sa am sub 55 de kile :)), ma tineau sub observatie sa am grija sa nu ma ridic brusc sau sa nu mi se faca rau.  Mama a inceput sa faca misto de mine si a zis ca sunt pretioasa si de aia se purtau toti frumos cu mine. Pretioasa in sensul ca am grupa 01 (care poate dona la toate grupele) si Rh negativ, care este foarte rar. Si in plus mai sunt si bine sanatoasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aceea m-am gandit sa-mi fac un obicei din a dona sange, din juma' in juma' de an asa. Pentru ca propriu-zis pot dona la absolut orice grupa de sange si orice tip de Rh, adica oricarui om. Si daca tot vreau sa ma apuc de ajutat oamenii prin cariera, de ce sa nu incep de pe acum cu un gest micut, dar relativ helpful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7306015437173934418?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7306015437173934418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/cum-sa-donezi-sange.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7306015437173934418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7306015437173934418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/cum-sa-donezi-sange.html' title='Cum sa donezi sange'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShE9uUVPfSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LLgOLNXAib0/s72-c/chemistry_by_erkeya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4924931206263091164</id><published>2009-05-17T21:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:18:44.790+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update si prieteni si coincidente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShBU3-12-NI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JvLMfFdQa0E/s1600-h/57d6ed9283411f5011d8c7633840dbeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShBU3-12-NI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JvLMfFdQa0E/s320/57d6ed9283411f5011d8c7633840dbeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336858879172475090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne povestea profa de engleza odata ca daca e sa fie sa te intanesti cu un om, te intalnesti; daca nu e sa fie, nu-l mai vezi pe respectiv nici daca ii pazesti intrarea de la locuinta zi si noapte :)) Sunt foarte realista si tind sa nu cred in abureli. Si totusi crede in semne (a.k.a nu cred in coincidente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa mi s-a intamplat azi. Pierdusem acu vreo 2-3 luni legatura cu un prieten mai vechi, S. Incepuse sa mi se faca dor de el. Am incercat sa fac rost de noul lui numar de telefon de la singura noastra cunostinta comuna. Aici peripetii. Respectivul a inceput cu orgoliile:"ce,daca vrei nrul lui S,du-te si cere-i-l". Intr-un final, peste cateva zile, i s-a inmuiat inima si mi-a dat nrul. Bineinteles, am inceput eu cu orgoliul si m-am incapatanat sa nu-l folosesc (nu mai tin minte care era de fapt scopul :)) ). Asta se intampla acum vreo 3 zile. Ei, azi totul s-a solutionat frumos cu S., pentru ca m-am intalnit cu el chiar in fata casei mele. Si faptul ca dupa luni bune in care nu l-am mai vazut si ceva sapaturi pentru a-i afla numarul, azi a picat asa ca din cer in fata casei mele nu inseamna o coincidenta, ci o chestie mai presus. Care probabil nu inseamna nimic. Dar nu conteaza motive, ci doar faptul ca ne-am reintalnit azi, cu toate ca a fost doar o chestie de cateva minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce parere ai? Coincidenta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4924931206263091164?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4924931206263091164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-si-prieteni-si-coincidente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4924931206263091164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4924931206263091164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-si-prieteni-si-coincidente.html' title='Update si prieteni si coincidente'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ShBU3-12-NI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JvLMfFdQa0E/s72-c/57d6ed9283411f5011d8c7633840dbeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4363169425189183827</id><published>2009-05-16T23:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:45:24.881+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/Sg8llSTqX9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bYX7Tyo5Hoo/s1600-h/cubism_by_tigertial8888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/Sg8llSTqX9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bYX7Tyo5Hoo/s400/cubism_by_tigertial8888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336525405957021650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur nu vă interesează ce-am mai făcut eu zilele astea,dar asta n-o să mă oprească. Nu ştiu dacă v-am povestit, dar am câştigat premiul 2 de la concursul lui &lt;a href="http://untipscump.bloggerul.ro/"&gt;untipscump&lt;/a&gt; (omule, schimbă-ţi porecla asta,nu ţi se mai potriveşte) cu postul &lt;a href="http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html"&gt;ăsta&lt;/a&gt;, ceea ce înseamnă că sunt noua posesoare a unui stick de 4 gb. Acest lucru mă face extrem de fericită, mai ales că am beneficiat de livrare la domiciliu. Un serviciu impecabil, ce mai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce nu mă face fericită este capul meu sec şi faptul că l-am ascultat pe untipscump. Ieri seară am fost la o petrecere. El era în zonă şi m-am întâlnit cu el. M-a trimis înapoi să mai beau, să beau până mă-mbat. Aici intervine capul meu sec care l-a ascultat şi care m-a făcut să duc pahare cu vin la gură fără oprire. M-am întâlnit din nou cu el apoi, că să mă ducă acasă. Probabil încă mai râde de mine şi foarte probabil o să mai radă încă vreo juma de an pe temă asta. Yey! Şi nu, nu promit să nu mai beau, chiar dacă azi mi-a fost rău toată ziua. Am avut noroc că am rămas singură acasă şi am putut boli liniştită, chiar dacă suna telefonul într-una (oameni care vroiau să vadă dacă mă simt mai bine). Mi-am luat un nou serial de pe torrent, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460627/"&gt;"Bones"&lt;/a&gt; îi zice şi e un serial pe care-l difuzează ProCinema-ul acuma sub numele de "Cititorii de oase". La el m-am uitat azi toată ziua. Mâine am de recuperat cu sutele de teme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of, hai v-am pupat, mă duc să-mi mai pun un episod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4363169425189183827?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4363169425189183827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4363169425189183827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4363169425189183827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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intelectuali</title><content type='html'>De-as trai eu s-o vad si pe asta! Hai plei si ingioi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="450" height="366" src="http://www.220.ro/emb/07BWLs4luz" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5690013977000905129?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5690013977000905129/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/bodyguarzi-intelectuali.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5690013977000905129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5690013977000905129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/bodyguarzi-intelectuali.html' title='Bodyguarzi intelectuali'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7680188937549964142</id><published>2009-05-12T16:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:15:51.551+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to use a banana in seven unexpected ways</title><content type='html'>Funny people with funny faces doing funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWP0eJfgcwU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oWP0eJfgcwU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7680188937549964142?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7680188937549964142/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-use-banana-in-seven-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7680188937549964142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7680188937549964142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-use-banana-in-seven-unexpected.html' title='How to use a banana in seven unexpected ways'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8226476331217386393</id><published>2009-05-10T21:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:05:53.209+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SgczPhSYAzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q30s1yaYNjM/s1600-h/Sky_and_balloon_by_harebrained.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SgczPhSYAzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q30s1yaYNjM/s400/Sky_and_balloon_by_harebrained.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334288625370137394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiti ca va povesteam un picut mai devreme, adica intr-un post anterior, despre faptul ca vreau sa-mi fac o colectie de ochi. Abia astept prima mea intalnire cu profa de bio, ca sa-i cer detalii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am gandit sa va povestesc despre visele mele. Nu stiu ce-si doresc in general cei de varsta mea. Bineinteles, momentan imi doresc sa termin cu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bacu&lt;/span&gt; si cu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;admiterea&lt;/span&gt; cat se poate de bine. Dar ceea ce-mi doresc foarte, foarte mult este masina mea &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proprie si personala&lt;/span&gt;. Astept sa primesc zilele astea un telefon in care sa mi se spuna ca trebuie sa imi ridic masina. Una bucata masina rosie :) Ce visez eu in continuare? Bineinteles, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colectia de ochi&lt;/span&gt;. Sa iau lectii de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;portugheza&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;japoneza&lt;/span&gt;, sa fac &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;echitatie&lt;/span&gt; si sa invat sa cant la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pian&lt;/span&gt;. Nu stiu daca o sa am timp, o sa am o facultate relativ solicitanta. Imi doresc ca oamenii sa ia in serios faptul ca imi place sa primesc &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flori &lt;/span&gt;sau&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ceasuri &lt;/span&gt;(de mana  in special, dar si de birou, de perete, de buzunar, oricum ar fi).  Imi doresc cat mai multe carti de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dostoievski&lt;/span&gt; si celelalte carti din seria &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; (stiu, ce obsesie tampita).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata, atat, imi doresc destule. A...Da, sa va mai spun inca ceva Unele vise/ dorinte incep sa se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;implineasca&lt;/span&gt; frumos de tot si sunt extraordinar de incantata de treaba asta :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-8226476331217386393?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8226476331217386393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/vise.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8226476331217386393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8226476331217386393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/vise.html' title='Vise...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SgczPhSYAzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q30s1yaYNjM/s72-c/Sky_and_balloon_by_harebrained.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1335666387948247281</id><published>2009-05-10T21:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:54:00.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriale. Episodul 2 bis: Six feet under</title><content type='html'>Primul serial pe care l-am vazut cap-coada. Incepusem la un moment dat sa imi pierd rabdarea la anumite episoade/scene. Dar vreau sa zic ca m-o marcat intr-o anumita masura. Mi-am dat seama ca filmul trateaza foarte mult tema mortii, un lucru care ma fascineaza intr-o anumita masura, pentru ca nu-i pot da un sens, un inteles. Finalul este exceptional si te face sa intelegi ca...o sa murim cu totii intr-o buna zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomand serialul avec tout ma coeur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1335666387948247281?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1335666387948247281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriale-episodul-2-bis-six-feet-under.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1335666387948247281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1335666387948247281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/seriale-episodul-2-bis-six-feet-under.html' title='Seriale. Episodul 2 bis: Six feet under'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1269597983542398984</id><published>2009-05-09T13:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:17:46.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iarăşi ochi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SgVyt4x-EZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sdz7FNz-_V8/s1600-h/Psikoterapy_by_Gouenne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SgVyt4x-EZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sdz7FNz-_V8/s320/Psikoterapy_by_Gouenne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333795466351874450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astăzi am intrat în posesia unui ochi de pui de găina (cum s-a întâmplat şi cu ochiul de miel de paşte). Pe ăsta nu l-am mai disecat, că era prea frumos. Probabil a ajuns deja la gunoi, totuşi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ei, şi cum stăteam eu aşa şi mă uitam la el, mi-a venit o idee minunată. Ce-ar fi să colecţionez ochi? Să-mi iau nişte brocanele mititele şi simpatice şi să fac rost de ochişori şi să-i pun acolo să plutească frumos în formol. Şi apoi să aliniez frumos borcănelele pe birou sau în bibliotecă.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Vise, vise şi iar vise! Mama o zis că nu-i de acord să pun ochi în borcane la ea-n casă, dar am crescut şi hamsteri la ea în casă fără să ştie, iar ochii în borcane nu fac atâta mizerie cât un hamster. Prima mea dilema este cum fac rost de formol, cum îl depozitez şi cum trebuie ţinuţi ochii în formol, ca să nu mă trezesc cu surprize. Nişte borcănele frumoase sigur găsesc/fac şi... apoi aşteptăm ochii :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; P.S.:Dacă ştie cineva cum se conservă materie organică în formol sau chestii care m-ar putea ajuta, please help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1269597983542398984?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1269597983542398984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/iarasi-ochi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1269597983542398984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1269597983542398984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/iarasi-ochi.html' title='Iarăşi ochi!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SgVyt4x-EZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sdz7FNz-_V8/s72-c/Psikoterapy_by_Gouenne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7885625017057926374</id><published>2009-05-05T20:25:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:46:00.509+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Profil criminal</title><content type='html'>Te-ai întrebat vreodată cum ai fi dacă ai fi un criminal? Ce fel de crime ai comite şi din ce motive? Caută-ţi zodia şi află-ţi profilul!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Berbec &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Aflat sub semnul războinic al planetei marte, berbecul este impulsiv, agresiv, egoist. Acţionează din impuls, iar infracţiunile lui sunt comise fără premeditare. Cel mai probabil este să comită tâlhării, jafuri armate, dar şi crime din pasiune. Cei mai în vârstă, cu experienţă în "meserie", devin infractori plătiţi: recuperatori, asasini. Datorită impulsivităţii, face adesea greşeli din cauza cărora este prins repede. &lt;span class="cat_art_content_color" style="height: 1000px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Taur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Inteligent şi calculat, taurul se implică în infracţiuni care sunt greu de depistat şi dovedit. E foarte probabil să găseşti un taur care se ocupă cu spălare de bani, fraudă, evaziune fiscală şi alte infracţiuni economice. De obicei, lucrează singur, pentru că nu-i place să împartă cu nimeni nici secretele, nici câştigurile. Nu-i place violenţa şi nu răneşte pe nimeni dacă nu este absolută nevoie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gemeni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mercur, planeta gemenilor, era zeul negustorilor, dar şi al hoţilor. Nu este de mirare că infractorii Gemeni sunt, în mare parte, escroci sau hoţi. Nu ia lucrurile în serios şi trăieşte cu impresia că nu face nimic rău. A fi hoţ este doar o meserie că oricare alta, pentru el. Nu-i place să rănească pe nimeni, urmăreşte doar câştigul. Gemenii comit fraude, escrocherii, furturi, înşelăciuni. Şi pentru că sunt pasionaţi de tehnologie, îi regăsim în postura de hackeri. &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Rac&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Niciodată nu ştii ce se ascunde în spatele măştii banale pe care o poartă Racul. Sunt cunoscuţi în special pentru crimele din pasiune pe care le comit cu foarte mare violenţă. Pot să ucidă de mai multe ori, orbiţi de furie, gelozie sau frustrare, apoi să lase urme pe corpul victimelor, ca semn distinctiv. Racul poate să fie criminal în serie, psihopat, sociopat. Oricum, este clar că ceva necurat se întâmplă în mintea lui.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Leul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Leul se implică în infracţiuni atunci când nu reuşeşte să se facă remarcat altfel. Nu se implică în infracţiuni minore, n-ai să-l vezi la furt prin mijloacele de transport. Trebuie să fie rege şi în lumea interlopă, aşa că va da întotdeauna lovituri mari, bine plănuite, de care aude toată ţara. Poate să fie foarte periculos. Îl regăsim în crimă organizată, de obicei fiind cel care dă ordine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fecioară &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Fecioara îşi doreşte să câştige cât mai mult fără să muncească deloc dacă este posibil, dar îi este teamă de violenţă, durere fizică şi închisoare. Aşa că recurge la furturi din bancomate şi alte infracţiuni informatice. Dacă o întrebi cu ce se ocupă, răspunsul ei este simplu: hacker. Când mai prinde curaj sau devine cu adevărat disperată, Fecioara poate să treacă mai departe, la furturi din locuinţe. Dar, fiind o fricoasă, nu va acţiona niciodată singură. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Balanţă&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Balanţa este politicianul aparent respectabil, modest, elegant, dar corupt până în măduva oaselor sau directorul implicat în activităţi caritabile, de fapt, un paravan pentru spălarea de bani. Pare un cetăţean responsabil şi un om fin, dar, de fapt, hainele ei scumpe şi vacanţele la Viena sunt plătite cu bani murdari. Deşi pare inofensivă, poate să devină foarte periculoasă când este vorba să-şi apere aparenţele. Întotdeauna are o armă ascunsă pe undeva.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scorpion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Foarte temperamental, Scorpionul ucide din furie, gelozie sau răzbunare şi, pentru că e uşor sadic, constată că îi face şi plăcere. Aşa că decide să trăiască din asta. Îl regăsim în postura de criminal plătit, recuperator sau de mână dreaptă a vreunui interlop. Nu este capabil să conducă un grup, să facă planuri sau să ia singur decizii, aşa că toată viaţa va ucide la ordinele cuiva, pentru o anumită sumă de bani&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Săgetător &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Săgetătorul se pricepe de minune să mintă şi să manipuleze. Poate să fie escroc, hoţ, tâlhar şi nu răneşte pe nimeni atât timp cât poate obţine ceea ce îşi doreşte fără violenţă. Este şiret şi greu de prins. Poate avea comportament de justiţiar, caută să facă dreptate dând câte ceva din prada lui celor care au nevoie. De fapt, nu o face pentru ceilalţi, ci pentru el însuşi, dar îşi caută pretexte pentru infracţiunile pe care le comite. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="cat_art_content_color" style="height: 1000px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capricorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Deşi adesea este un cap al crimei organizate şi are pe lângă el un Scorpion gata să omoare la ordin, preferă să comită el însuşi anumite infracţiuni, doar din plăcere. Este mai sadic decât Scorpionul, mai calculat decât Taurul şi mai ambiţios decât toţi la un loc, ceea ce îl face periculos şi greu de prins. Orice Capricon are o parte întunecată, gata să iasă la iveală. Dacă nu se ocupă cu crimă organizată, este criminal în serie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vărsător &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Vărsătorul este un manipulator fără pereche. Nu îi place să-şi murdărească mâinile, dar nici munca cinstită nu prea îl atrage. Se ocupă cu furturi, înşelătorii, escrocherii, infracţiuni informatice. Când devine violent, o face doar din răzbunare. În rest, preferă să "lucreze" curat, din spatele unui computer sau minte şi manipulează cu zâmbetul pe buze. Principalele lui ţinte sunt batranicile bogate care îl consideră cea mai drăguţă persoană din lume şi îi dau pe mână toate averea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Peşti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Peştele activează cel mai adesea în industria drogurilor. Nu o face pentru bani, ci pentru produsul în sine. Îl găsim ca şef de grupare, cu zeci de oameni în subordine sau ca traficant mărunt, care ademeneşte tinerii la colţ de stradă. E gata să facă orice, atâta timp cât stă aproape de droguri. Admiră şi respectă criminalii violenţi, dar nu poate să fie ca ei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7885625017057926374?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7885625017057926374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/profil-criminal.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7885625017057926374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7885625017057926374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/05/profil-criminal.html' title='Profil criminal'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7696038205854283210</id><published>2009-04-29T22:51:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:00:13.937+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Particip! Ia Bacaule de-aici!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/Sfi_2Rxp3XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nlm57D8joTw/s1600-h/Panorama_mare_Bacau_noaptea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/Sfi_2Rxp3XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nlm57D8joTw/s400/Panorama_mare_Bacau_noaptea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330221098198490482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, mama, mare &lt;a href="http://untipscump.bloggerul.ro/2009/04/29/concurs-sfidam-criza/"&gt;concurs&lt;/a&gt; mare pe blogul lu' &lt;a href="http://untipscump.bloggerul.ro/"&gt;UnTipScump&lt;/a&gt;. Deci tema e delicioasa, poti s-o iei la pachet. Tre sa convingem juriul sa ne viziteze orasul. Ceea ce e si mai fain e ca eu stau in acelasi oras cu UnTipScump si cu Lalu, doi dintre membrii juriului, deci asta da provocare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa va povestesc un pic despre Bacau...Este un oras mirific, strabatut de raul Bistrita, care creeaza mici oaze de liniste (aka insula). Aici, in Bacau, noi iubim natura. Pe langa numeroasele parcuri dendrologice din jurul orasului si de pe toata suprafata judetului, iubim parcurile atat de mult incat si cand vrem sa ne futem iesim in parcuri, fie ele mai obscure sau nu. De asemenea, iubim atat de mult maturatorii, incat nu ne lasa inima sa nu aruncam pe jos toate prostiile care ne cad in mana, ca sa aiba saracii ce munci, ca sa nu ramana someri, mai ales in aceasta vreme de criza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, surpriza! Bacaul este o adevarata forta economica. Mall-urile cresc peste tot vazand cu ochii ca ciupercile dupa ploaie (momentan cica avem 3 si urmeaza sa se contruiasca al 4-lea). (Bineinteles, pline de specii ca acelea din campania radio guerrilla.)Yey! Deci, smechere, daca vrei sa-ti iei haine din Kenvelo, nu esti obligat sa mergi in centru, poti sa mergi la oricare dintre mall-urile astea plus in centru! Uau, ce tare, nu? Cata varietate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorbind tot despre economie, poti sa-ti dai seama de bunastarea bacauanilor numai daca arunci o privire de pe geam in strada. Q7, cayenne sau bmw seria-la-care-ai-vise-umede-in-fiecare-noapte sunt deja autovehicule banale; nu mai poti iesi in evidenta decat daca ai hummer, limuzina a la hollywood, dacie tunata, o cusca de caine pe trabant sau daca ai nrul de inmatriculare "pla". Daca vrei sa fii om "adevarat" in bacau,trebuie mai intai sa dai o tura pe centru cu masina ta cea super tare si apoi te poti intoarce linstit in garsoniera ta de la periferia orasului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar bineinteles, nici unul dintre locuitori nu-si face griji pentru averea sa, cu putin noroc acusi vedem si-un scirocco parcat pe-undeva pe-o straduta laturalnica. Si stiti de ce? Pentru ca politia face o treaba grozava! Vegheaza tot timpul, nu se poate sa nu ii vezi patruland. In special politia primariei! Mai, fac astia razie printre pustanii care se dau cu bicla, de nu stii ce-i cu tine! Ce, n-ar putea soarecii sa se duca in skate parc in piatra neamt sa se dea cu bicla/role/skate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca tot avem asa multi bani si nu apucam sa-i cheltuim prin magazine, mergem in nenumaratele cafenele/baruri/pub-uri/restaurante. O minunatie! Nu, nu, in majoritatea nu te ineci in fum de tigara. Cu putin noroc nimeresti un local cu chelneri extrem de amabili si bine pregatiti. Sunt atat de amabili incat nu se sfiiesc sa-ti aduca surprize la masa sau in nota de plata!&lt;br /&gt;(Apropo de localuri, ele sunt perfecte pentru a observa cum in acest oras sistemul de educatie e in top. Cred ca nu mai e nevoie sa dau detalii ca sa intelegeti.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai, pe bune, e formidabil aici in Bacau! Strazi perfecte, oameni perfecti, locuri feerice de-a dreptul... Hai, ce mai astepti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Sa nu uitam totusi ca oameni ca V. Alecsandri, G. Bacovia, Nadia Comaneci etc s-au nascut in Bacau, ca ai sanse sa gasesti urme culturale prin oras (vezi teatre, monumente istorice, case memoriale, muzee, biserici), ca ai totusi unde sa faci cumparaturi, ca atat timp cat nu te aventurezi pe stradute dubioase, ai sanse sa dai de drumuri bune, ca exista cateva locuri chair faine de chill in natura la 2 pasi de traficul aglomerat si cat timp ai cu cine, chiar poti sa faci orice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7696038205854283210?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7696038205854283210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/particip-ia-bacaule-de-aici.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7696038205854283210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7696038205854283210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/particip-ia-bacaule-de-aici.html' title='Particip! Ia Bacaule de-aici!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/Sfi_2Rxp3XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nlm57D8joTw/s72-c/Panorama_mare_Bacau_noaptea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5592988847129367066</id><published>2009-04-28T17:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:08:42.449+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cea mai tare reclama la hartie igienica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SfcNuQR2RuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pcMS8Wfb-Zs/s1600-h/10575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SfcNuQR2RuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pcMS8Wfb-Zs/s400/10575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329743772311242466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click pentru o mai buna vizualizare)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5592988847129367066?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5592988847129367066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/cea-mai-tare-reclama-la-hartie-igienica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5592988847129367066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5592988847129367066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/cea-mai-tare-reclama-la-hartie-igienica.html' title='Cea mai tare reclama la hartie igienica'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SfcNuQR2RuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pcMS8Wfb-Zs/s72-c/10575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3712814795189034605</id><published>2009-04-28T16:20:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:24:10.927+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Sing Sing</title><content type='html'>Hai sa va dau si voua melodia care ma obsedeaza in ultima vreme si o ascult non-stop aproape. Da, e din soundtrack-ul filmului Twilight, care a ajuns sa ma obsedeze un pic, asa cum a facut-o si seria Harry Potter la vremea ei. Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/madlina/7fb00984038f42"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_7fb00984038f42(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Foundation Eyes on Fire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3712814795189034605?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3712814795189034605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/sing-sing-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3712814795189034605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3712814795189034605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/sing-sing-sing.html' title='Sing Sing Sing'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2805837983639020540</id><published>2009-04-27T23:46:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:04:07.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to...</title><content type='html'>Am dat peste o serie de filmulete pe youtube de tipul "how to make/do smthing". Si pe langa faptul ca unele is chiar helpful, la majoritatea te tavalesti pe jos de ras. Hai enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to make a move on a girl while watching a movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the important things in the world—peace, hunger, poverty—this is pretty much the most important. So listen closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXuUxgiYHUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXuUxgiYHUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2805837983639020540?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2805837983639020540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2805837983639020540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2805837983639020540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to.html' title='How to...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3348460347072648930</id><published>2009-04-27T20:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:12:41.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare de dragoste</title><content type='html'>Mirosul serilor de primăvară mi-aduc aminte de tine. De fapt, de felul cum ne plimbam ţinându-ne de mână.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ştii...Nu te iubesc şi nici nu te-am iubit vreodată. Şi totuşi, nu vreau să te pierd. Cu toate că nu ne-am mai vorbit de atâta timp... Nici nu ştiu dacă mi-e dor de tine sau de serile noastre de primăvară, nici nu ştiu dacă vreau să te văd. Dar gândul că nu te-aş mai vedea vreodată mă înspăimântă şi nu,nu vreau să te pierd, pe tine sau pe amintirile noastre.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ştii, am început să ascult Debussy....Îţi aminteşti? Spune-mi, îţi aminteşti?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3348460347072648930?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3348460347072648930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrisoare-de-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3348460347072648930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3348460347072648930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrisoare-de-dragoste.html' title='Scrisoare de dragoste'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1058345348051104450</id><published>2009-04-23T22:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:48:59.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paştele cu'n ochi de miel</title><content type='html'>Introducere: Probabil ştiţi deja că dau la medicină. Nu sunt genul de om care se scârbeşte la toate celea mai greţoase.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cuprins: În sâmbăta mare am terminat devreme cu treaba şi cum mă plimbam eu aşa prin bucătărie, iaca găsesc ochii mielului care fusese tranşat şi urma să fie făcut friptură în câteva ore. Probabil banuiţi reacţia mea,nu? Vă spun eu dacă nu :"Mami, mami, mami, pot să iau eu un ochi de-ăla de miel să-l disec?Please, mommy, pleaaaaseeeee!" :D Şi în următorul minut eram cu ochiul şi cu cuţitul afară :D. Şi dă-i şi taie :D. Mamă, o fost un moment mirobolant! Cu toate că era un lichid negru cam dubios care bolborosea ieşind din ochi, a fost fantastic cum a sărit cristalinul mai mult de unu' singur şi apoi am descoperit şi umoarea sticloasă. Şi apoi am întors ochiul pe dos şi nici nu pot să vă povestesc ce culoare frumoasă avea retina aia de ochi de miel! Doamne, era fenomenală, parcă era o pictură, de un albastru şi verde irizant care se scurgeau într-un negru care se prelungea de-a lungul membranei. Fantastic de-a dreptul!  (Ştiu că probabil vi se pare că aberez aiurea, dar chiar era o culoare fantastică.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Încheiere: M-am simţit foarte bine zilele astea, am avut o stare sufletească bună, fără să aibă legătură neapărat cu Sărbătorile. Singura supărare o fost că nu am fost supărată când am fost re-dezamăgită a mia oară de un prieten vechi (o cunoştinţă veche?).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cam atât. Vă mulţumesc :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1058345348051104450?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1058345348051104450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/pastele-cun-ochi-de-miel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1058345348051104450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1058345348051104450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/pastele-cun-ochi-de-miel.html' title='Paştele cu&apos;n ochi de miel'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4681776833666040416</id><published>2009-04-20T02:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:07:54.298+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si, apropo....</title><content type='html'>Apropo de oameni gay si de serialu asta care imi place mie mult tare, o secventa funny-cute din film :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEk18HUlphc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hEk18HUlphc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4681776833666040416?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4681776833666040416/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-apropo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4681776833666040416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4681776833666040416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-apropo.html' title='Si, apropo....'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2675272836718827092</id><published>2009-04-20T01:49:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:56:39.412+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,this cute gay people :)</title><content type='html'>Ma uitam la Six Feet Under asta de care va ziceam cu 2 post-uri mai'nainte si vad scena super tare intre Davis si Keith, cuplu gay, care au o relatie deschisa si accepta sa se mai culce fiecare cu alte persoane din cand in cand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: You slept with Celeste? She's a woman, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;Keith: She is. But I've slept with women before, you know that...&lt;br /&gt;David: You're serious?! You slept with Celeste?!&lt;br /&gt;Keith: It was just once. It was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;David: What, you were walking by and just happened to fall into her vagina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)) Mi s-o parut replica asa de amuzanta incat am vrut s-o share si cu altii. So that's it, I'm going back to the film :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2675272836718827092?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2675272836718827092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohthis-cute-gay-people.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2675272836718827092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2675272836718827092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohthis-cute-gay-people.html' title='Oh,this cute gay people :)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2623529861464212823</id><published>2009-04-14T22:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:45:14.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 mai - Vama si bani</title><content type='html'>Nu-i 1 mai, e 14 aprilie, dar pe 1 mai am sa plec in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vama&lt;/span&gt;. :D N-am mai fost niciodata si plec cu colegii mei aka gasca mea de prieteni buni. Mama, abia astept, soare, mare, dans, bautura, cafele si tigari, poate si un pic de bronz sau balaceala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine, este o mica problema... Ai mei au zis ca n-au sa-mi dea bani, ca n-avem pur si simplu. Si le-am zis ca strang eu bani si plec. Si ei mi-au replicat ca daca fac rost de bani, sa-mi cumpar singura rochia pentru banchet. Si abia apoi sa mai plec si-n vama....Ok. So imi trebuie 1 milion pentru vama, 1 milion jumate pentru rochie, inca un milion jumate sau chiar mai bine pentru pantofi, eventual si geanta si alte accesorii. Now. Chillax. Suma urgenta de care e nevoie este 2 milioane jumate. Am 40 lei din alocatie. Yes!Si restul 210 lei? Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveti vreo idee de a face rost de bani? Oricare alta in afara de a-mi vinde virginitatea la licitatie pe net? Trebuie luat in calcul si faptul ca am scoala si pregatire si intre timp de invatat, so ceva care sa nu ocupe timp... Any idea? Fac cinste cu o bere-n vama, promit! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2623529861464212823?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2623529861464212823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2623529861464212823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2623529861464212823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-mai.html' title='1 mai - Vama si bani'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6999298939925552708</id><published>2009-04-12T00:50:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:31:48.197+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriale. Episodul 2: Six Feet Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SeET29gMdzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-s3XzbU1_UI/s1600-h/Frances_Conroy_in_Six_Feet_Under_TV_Wallpaper_1_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SeET29gMdzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-s3XzbU1_UI/s400/Frances_Conroy_in_Six_Feet_Under_TV_Wallpaper_1_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323558069472098098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alt serial genial este Six Feet Under. Culmea, un bun prieten mi-a spus ca 2 seriale care i-au fost recomandate si nu i-au placut au fost Dexter si Six Feet Under. Serialul este si a fost difuzat si la tv, sub denumirea de "Sub pamant SRL", pe HBO si Pro TV si Pro Cinema. Filmarile au durat intre 2001 si 2005, fiind format din 5 sezoane. Primele 3 sezoane au cat 13 episoade, ultimele doua avand doar cate 12. Pe scurt, filmul se focalizeaza asupra familiei Fisher si firma lor de pompe funebre. Toti membrii familei sunt un pic razna si au o personalitate aparte, numai bine de urmarit. Replicile sunt inteligente si iti vine sa mori de ras urmarind scene de la inmormantari. Mai multe detalii pe &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0248654/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;.... Please do enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6999298939925552708?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6999298939925552708/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriale-episodul-2-six-feet-under.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6999298939925552708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6999298939925552708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriale-episodul-2-six-feet-under.html' title='Seriale. Episodul 2: Six Feet Under'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SeET29gMdzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-s3XzbU1_UI/s72-c/Frances_Conroy_in_Six_Feet_Under_TV_Wallpaper_1_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-757344514215950384</id><published>2009-04-07T17:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:17:17.380+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oioida'mieipula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-757344514215950384?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/757344514215950384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/oioidamieipula.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/757344514215950384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/757344514215950384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/oioidamieipula.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5767646256723519966</id><published>2009-04-05T17:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:08:52.059+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriale. Episodul 1: Dexter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdjJRuo1enI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qLnLCUpBj_g/s1600-h/Michael_C._Hall_in_Dexter_TV_Series_Wallpaper_2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdjJRuo1enI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qLnLCUpBj_g/s400/Michael_C._Hall_in_Dexter_TV_Series_Wallpaper_2_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224266152508018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la o vreme am început să mă uit foarte mult la filme, dar în special la seriale, mai ales de când am descoperit minunăţia torrentilor. Prefer serialele, pentru că timpul nu îmi permite să mă uit în fiecare zi la un film de 2 ore. Şi cum nu mai am teveu în cameră (m-am gândit că poate avea o influenţă proastă asupra mea), am început să caut seriale pe reţea ca să mă mai uit şi eu la ceva din când în când. Vreau să vă recomand mai multe seriale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi începem cu Dexter. Filmările au început în 2006, ajungându-se la 3 sezoane (fiecare sezon are 12 episoade), cel de-al 4-lea fiind în producţie. Povestea este creată după romanul cu acelaşi nume scris de Jeff Lindsey şi îl are ca personaj principal pe Dexter, care este un criminal în serie şi care lucrează în departamentul de medicină legală a secţiei de poliţie din Miami. Nu vă spun mai multe despre firul acţiunii, dar este un film cu mult suspans şi te ţine legat de poveste...Bineînţeles, pentru mai multe informaţii, daţi un search pe &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;imdb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pentru subtitrări, vă recomand cu căldură subtitrările în engleză de pe  &lt;a href="http://www.tvsubtitles.net/"&gt;http://www.tvsubtitles.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5767646256723519966?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5767646256723519966/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriale-episodul-1-dexter.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5767646256723519966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5767646256723519966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriale-episodul-1-dexter.html' title='Seriale. Episodul 1: Dexter'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdjJRuo1enI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qLnLCUpBj_g/s72-c/Michael_C._Hall_in_Dexter_TV_Series_Wallpaper_2_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6381321606055789860</id><published>2009-04-02T22:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:01:27.453+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marmota - Terminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdUYyir9mtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5pD5CG-Swak/s1600-h/marmota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdUYyir9mtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5pD5CG-Swak/s400/marmota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320185791391832786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Toată lumea ştie ce-i aia o marmotă, că le-am văzut cu toţii în reclame. Şi toţi ( sau, mă rog, majoritatea) suntem de acord că sunt nişte animăluţe simpaticute, cu burtica lor şi cu făţuca aia inocentă. Ei bine, aflaţi că ele ucid oamenii. Prin tuse. Fiind foarte sensibile la o bacterie (Yersinia pestis - provoacă ciuma bubonică) şi fac blegele astea de marmote o infecţie la plămâni. Încep să tuşească şi încep să răspândească treaba la purici, şobolani şi oameni. Bine, nu toate marmotele, mai mult unele dintr-o specie care trăieşte în Mongolia. Un lucru-i clar: toate epidemiile de ciumă care au bântuit omenirea din Asia de Est până în Europa au fost provocate de marmotele astea mongoleze. Nu fiţi acuma revoltaţi, va răzbună mongolezii, pentru care friptura de marmotă este o adevărată delicatesă. Ca să nu mai zic că şi-n Europa, grăsimea marmotei alpine e considerată un remediu pentru reumatism.&lt;br /&gt; He he, cine-ar fi bănuit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6381321606055789860?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6381321606055789860/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/marmota.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6381321606055789860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6381321606055789860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/marmota.html' title='Marmota - Terminator'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdUYyir9mtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5pD5CG-Swak/s72-c/marmota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4390484759626606188</id><published>2009-04-01T22:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:02:25.769+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzică bună şi foarte bună!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://muzica.ifive.ro"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdPIMdL4V1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tcTDxP0CMiA/s400/logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319815701173131090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, mă copii, azi vreau să vă recomand un site. N-am făcut asta până acuma vreodată, că n-am găsit un site ultra suprem ca să-l laud. Da, blog-roll-ul e destul de lung şi cu bloguri interesante şi drăguţe, dar site-ul ăsta mă unge la suflet. Numele lui e &lt;a href="http://muzica.ifive.ro/"&gt;Muzica bună!&lt;/a&gt; şi chiar are muzică bună. Bine, ştiu că asta-i o treabă relativă, dar mă frate, măcar ai de unde alege! Găseşti şi muzică comercială şi rock şi pop şi reagge şi d'n'b şi mai de toate. Şi ceea ce-i cel mai fain e că din toate stilurile astea s-o ales ce-i mai bun, indiferent cât de popular sau nu. Site-ul e relativ nou şi încă îşi mai pune anumite chestii la punct, dar găseşti versurile tuturor melodiilor şi se încărca foarte rapid. Yes, yes, that's one web-site I truly and sincerely recommend :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4390484759626606188?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://muzica.ifive.ro' title='Muzică bună şi foarte bună!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4390484759626606188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/muzica-buna-si-foarte-buna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4390484759626606188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4390484759626606188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/04/muzica-buna-si-foarte-buna.html' title='Muzică bună şi foarte bună!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdPIMdL4V1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tcTDxP0CMiA/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5641540905565038273</id><published>2009-03-30T16:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:18:53.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby fetus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdDGrpPS5VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/34JlcHb3MRE/s1600-h/fetus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdDGrpPS5VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/34JlcHb3MRE/s320/fetus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318969613031236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci am văzut cea mai frumoasă emisiune. Azi de la 3 la 4 (p.m.), pe National Geographic a fost o emisiune numită "În placentă". Şi-arăta puiuţi de oameni cum cresc ei acolo în burticile mămicilor lor. Bine, pe lângă faptul că am învăţat o grămadă de chestii (nu că n-aş fi ştiut deja jumate), m-o impresionat chestiile legate de simţurile pe care le dezvoltă gemenii (multipli sau nu), despre cum ajung să se joace, despre faptul că fetuşii încep să audă din luna a 6-a sau că din a 7-a luna, deja simt lumina reflectată pe abdomenul mamei. Ca să nu mai zic despre finalul emisunii, când au fost prezentate 2 naşteri: prima era prin cezariană (tripleţi) şi a două naturală (gemeni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-o influenţat atât de mult imaginile şi povestea încât am început să mă gândesc serios dacă să urmez o carieră în obstetrică sau neo-natologie :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5641540905565038273?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5641540905565038273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-fetus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5641540905565038273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5641540905565038273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-fetus.html' title='Baby fetus'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SdDGrpPS5VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/34JlcHb3MRE/s72-c/fetus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3864223968222882408</id><published>2009-03-29T21:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:55:53.752+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Am luat si eu leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cristina V.&lt;/a&gt;, ca is simpatice lepsele si nu am mai primit una demult. Deci sa vedem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ce îţi place să faci atât de mult, încât ai plăti pentru asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa invat :)) Vorbesc serios... Trebuie sa invat portugheza, japoneza, echitatie, pian. Si am de gand sa investesc timp si bani in asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Dacă ai afla astăzi că mai ai de trăit exact 5 ani, ce ai face începând de mâine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil nimic diferit. Doar as fi mai atenta cu cei dragi si la oamenii pe care ii cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Dacă ai câştiga un milion de euro neimpozabil, ai continua să faci ce faci acum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. Probabil as incerca sa imbunatatesc viata mea si a celor dragi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Peste 15 ani, ce ai vrea să scrie pe prima pagină despre tine, în cel mai important ziar din ţară? Care ar fi titlul articolului?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Operatia care i-a implicat si pe cei 2 doctori romani a fost un real succes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ce vrei să spună prietenii tăi despre tine la ceremonia ta funerară?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul sau nimic, it works perfect for me both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dar pe piatră ta funerară ce vrei să scrie despre tine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff, why should I care? Numele, data nasterii, data mortii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Când erai mică ce le răspundeai celor mari la întrebarea: Tu ce vrei să te faci când vei fi mare?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actrita :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Ce ai face dacă ai şti absolut sigur, dincolo de orice dubiu, că este imposibil să eşuezi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fi sincera fata de El.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Ce ai vrea să le spună copiii tăi nepoţilor tăi despre tine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bai, bunica-ta asta o fost o femeie data dracului. Sper sa tineti si voi la mine macar jumate din cat am tinut eu la ea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Dacă ai putea acum să te proiectezi în viitor, în ultima zi a vieţii tale şi să îţi iei un interviu, care sunt trei întrebări pe care ţi le-ai adresa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai vreun regret?&lt;br /&gt;Care a afost cea mai fericita perioada a vietii tale?&lt;br /&gt;Ce stil de muzica iti place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Leapsa merge la &lt;a href="http://untipscump.bloggerul.ro/"&gt;UnTipScump si Lalu&lt;/a&gt;. Si cine mai vrea :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3864223968222882408?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3864223968222882408/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa_29.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3864223968222882408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3864223968222882408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa_29.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2224732185304811389</id><published>2009-03-29T15:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:48:11.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back over my shoulder</title><content type='html'>Ascultam melodia Looking back over my shoulder (de la mike and the mechanics) şi-am început să mă gândesc la mine ( ca un pui de narcisistă ce sunt). Băi, şi fir-ar al naibii, îmi dă o stare de bine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; De ce? Păi mă uit înapoi, peste umăr. Şi ce văd? Lucruri bune. Sunt o puştoaică ameţită, de 18 ani, acuşi cu bac şi admitere şi alte vrăjeli. Băi, dar am reuşit anumite lucruri pe care nu mulţi puşti pot spune că le-au făcut. Nu sunt o elevă eminentă, dar sunt bună în ceea ce fac şi în chestiile de care m-am preocupat. Am un anumit statut în faţa prietenilor mei sau a oamenilor pe care-i cunosc. Nu mare ce-i drept. Am învăţat multe şi încă învăţ. Totuşi, spre deosebire de melodie, când "mă uit înapoi" nu văd pe nimeni special. Doar pe cei care contează şi au contat dintotdeauna.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Şi pana mea,asta înseamnă să fii fericit, să fii împlinit (într-un anumit fel): să te uiţi înapoi şi, cu toate că nimeni nu e perfect, să fii mândru de trecut şi de cine şi cum ai ajuns să fii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2224732185304811389?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2224732185304811389/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-back-over-my-shoulder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2224732185304811389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2224732185304811389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-back-over-my-shoulder.html' title='Looking back over my shoulder'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8968932307572608007</id><published>2009-03-29T14:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:51:36.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlas de mitocănie urbană</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok, ştiu că subeictul e super popularizat, dar iniţial eu nu i-am dat atenţie şi nu m-a impresionat. Până când m-am uitat şi eu la clip. Da, frate, merită văzut. Îmi scot pălăria în faţa celor de la Radio Guerrilla :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFIxlwN7HQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFIxlwN7HQg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-8968932307572608007?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8968932307572608007/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/atlas-de-mitocanie-urbana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8968932307572608007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8968932307572608007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/atlas-de-mitocanie-urbana.html' title='Atlas de mitocănie urbană'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4248916072097083902</id><published>2009-03-23T23:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:10:43.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme de groaza romanesti</title><content type='html'>De ce ar fi penale filmele de groaza romanesti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai imagineaza-ti...Scena: suna un telefon:&lt;br /&gt;-Da?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stiu ce-ai facut asta-vara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ei, sa moara ma-ta?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4248916072097083902?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4248916072097083902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/filme-de-groaza-romanesti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4248916072097083902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4248916072097083902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/filme-de-groaza-romanesti.html' title='Filme de groaza romanesti'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2515274117576399132</id><published>2009-03-17T16:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:56:49.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum sa-ti porcaiesti fostul la metrou?</title><content type='html'>ahahahahhahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="376" style="display:block; margin:0 0 5px 0;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://stirileprotv.ro/bin/player/embed.php/60255245"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://stirileprotv.ro/bin/player/embed.php/60255245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="display:block; width:420px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0; padding:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stirileprotv.ro/show-buzz/entertainment/lectii-de-amor-cum-sa-ti-porcai-fostul-in-metrou.html" title="Lectii de amor: cum sa-ti porcaiesti fostul in metrou" style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lectii de amor: cum sa-ti porcaiesti fostul in metrou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin:0; padding:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stirileprotv.ro" title="StirileProTV" style="color:#000000;"&gt;StirileProTV.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2515274117576399132?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2515274117576399132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/cum-sa-ti-porcaiesti-fostul-la-metrou.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2515274117576399132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2515274117576399132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/cum-sa-ti-porcaiesti-fostul-la-metrou.html' title='Cum sa-ti porcaiesti fostul la metrou?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-793862997501271115</id><published>2009-03-13T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:12:57.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bună, sunt Cristina şi am 31 de dinţi. Nu ştiu unde este unul. Ştiu unde nu este: între incisivul şi caninul din stânga sus. Unde s-o dus? Habar n-am. Ştiu doar că m-am trezit pe la 11-12 ani, după ce terminasem cu scosul şi crescutul dinţilor, că îmi lipseşte un dinte. Apoi să vezi: ce-i de făcut cu spaţiul cela? Plus că am o tendinţă genetică de strungăreaţă... No, numai bine, s-o gândit mama şi pe 15 septembrie 2003 m-am procopsit cu un aparat dentar. Fix. Adică de ăla de nu se poate da jos. L-am dat jos definitiv pe 15 februarie 2006 şi mi-o dat la schimb doctoriţa unul mobil (îl puteam scoate ziua,ca să mă iubeşte băieţii). L-am aruncat din greşeală (da, din greşeală, săracul) prin august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta nu schimbă nimic. Tot 31 de dinţi am. Mă gândeam să-mi fac implant după ce am să devin bogată sau măcar după ce mă informez foarte bine pe subiect. Sau nu. De ce să aduc un dinte-străin la mine-n gură? Unul dintre cei mai antipatici oameni pe care i-am cunoscut vreodată mi-o zis la modul sincer că zâmbesc frumos. Eu îl cred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Datele de mai sus sunt date cu unicul scop de a mă lăuda mie însămi (şi nu numai) cu memoria mea bună.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-793862997501271115?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/793862997501271115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/31.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/793862997501271115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/793862997501271115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-661727557454556939</id><published>2009-03-09T17:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:15:43.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperiul pisicilor :P</title><content type='html'>Si una dintre melodiile mele preferate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cat Empire - Rhyme and reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;amp;hash=7e4a8ef29080cc&amp;amp;userid=RallyZion&amp;amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed/flash.php?type=audio&amp;amp;hash=7e4a8ef29080cc&amp;amp;userid=RallyZion&amp;amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-661727557454556939?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/661727557454556939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/imperiul-pisicilor-p.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/661727557454556939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/661727557454556939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/imperiul-pisicilor-p.html' title='Imperiul pisicilor :P'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4288132401207580943</id><published>2009-03-09T16:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:00:27.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ştergem şi luăm de la capăt!</title><content type='html'>Băi, sunt îndrăgostită şi asta schimbă totul!  Nu sunt îndrăgostită de-adevăratelea, dar mă ia cu sentimente. Băi, e genial! Prietena mea mă ameninţa tot timpu' c-o să mă "lovească" şi pe mine odată şi-odată "boala" asta grea. I-am zis că nu. Şi-acuma sunt de aceeaşi părere. Nu ştiu dacă sunt îndrăgostită de acest nou El din viaţa mea (care oricum nu e "El" al meu deocamdată) sau de ideile şi de concepţiile pe care mi le insuflă. M-am schimbat, prin el sau pentru el şi îi sunt recunoscătoare pan' la cer şi-napoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e bine când simţi că ai un scop? Când ştii că ai puterea să te desprinzi de ceea ce îţi face rău? Şi eşti capabil să vezi totul împingând şi-nghesuind binele în faţă?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schimbăm, da?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: Nu, nu sunt îndrăgostită de acest nou El din viaţa mea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4288132401207580943?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4288132401207580943/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/stergem-si-luam-de-la-capat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4288132401207580943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4288132401207580943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/stergem-si-luam-de-la-capat.html' title='Ştergem şi luăm de la capăt!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2228014981043794536</id><published>2009-03-07T11:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:19:41.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare pentru liceeni</title><content type='html'>Da, uite ceva ce-mi place. Am găsit pe blogul Cristinei V un &lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com/2009/03/frumos-chiar-frumos.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; cu un audio al lui Tudor Chirilă, numit "scrisoare pentru liceeni". În sfârşit un mesaj fain şi adevărat de la cineva din media. Îl apreciam oricum pe Tudor Chirilă, acum a crescut şi mai mult în ochii mei (de parcă l-ar durea pe el în cur de cât de mult îl apreciez eu). Anyway, nu ştiu cât de mult o să ajungă mesajul ăsta la cei pentru care o fost targetat. So, ascultati sau nu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2228014981043794536?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2228014981043794536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-tot-bine-ma-simt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2228014981043794536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2228014981043794536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-tot-bine-ma-simt.html' title='Scrisoare pentru liceeni'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8815427915612234272</id><published>2009-03-02T17:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:39:52.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa :)</title><content type='html'>Ce-mi place treaba cu leapsa! Am luat-o de la &lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-martie-o-leapsa-mica.html"&gt;Cristina V&lt;/a&gt; şi presupune sa răspund la toate chestiile cu termeni care încep cu initiala numelui meu :D So, here you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Nume : Cristina&lt;br /&gt;2.Câteva cuvinte din patru litere: corn, cală, corp, cerc&lt;br /&gt;3.Numele unui băiat: Claudiu&lt;br /&gt;4.Numele unei fete: Corina&lt;br /&gt;5.O ocupaţie: comis-voiajor&lt;br /&gt;6.O culoare : corai, yes&lt;br /&gt;7.Ceva ce o sa porţi în viitorul apropiat: capul pe umeri :D şi clame pentru păr&lt;br /&gt;8.Un nume de mâncare/ingredient: cordon-bleu&lt;br /&gt;9.Ceva ce găseşti în baie: creme (pentru corp, evident)&lt;br /&gt;10.Un loc: Ceahlău&lt;br /&gt;11.Un motiv pentru întârziere: canarul meu mancat de pisica?&lt;br /&gt;12.Ceva ce ai urla: cade!&lt;br /&gt;13.Un titlu de film: Charlie and the chocolate factory&lt;br /&gt;14.Ceva de baut: Ceai negru cu lapte&lt;br /&gt;15.Un grup muzical: Cocorosie&lt;br /&gt;16.Un animal: cal (as fi desenat inimioare in jur, dar nu am cum...)&lt;br /&gt;17.Un nume de stradă: Corbului&lt;br /&gt;18.O marcă de maşină: citroen c1&lt;br /&gt;19.Titlul unei melodii: can't stop - rhcp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-8815427915612234272?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8815427915612234272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8815427915612234272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8815427915612234272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa :)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6314087513258170251</id><published>2009-03-01T18:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:48:07.174+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primăvara</title><content type='html'>Nu sunt sentimentalistă. Nu plâng la filme, nu mă emoţionez la vederea unui căţeluş drăguţ sau la chestii dulci/romanticoase etc. Şi mai nou nici la sărbători....1 martie ar fi trecut ca 14/24 februarie dacă nu ar fi fost ea în sine o zi drăguţă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am început ziua cu mâinile ocupate: într-una aveam un băţ, şi-n cealaltă un băiat... Dimineaţa m-am uitat la 2 filme, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt; şi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, ambele foarte bune după părerea mea (poate revin cu detalii într-un alt post). Apoi am ieşit şi m-am plimbat cu bicicleta, un lucru pe care nu l-am mai făcut de destul de mult timp, şi starea de bine psihică şi fizică pe care am avut-o/o am mă impulsionează să mă plimb mai des aşa. Next, sunt în cursul vizionării unor episoade de desene animate de la MGM din anii '40-'60 şi asta iar mă face să mă simt extraordinar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În plus, abia aştept să trec la curăţenia de primăvară şi să arunc în sfârşit "o sticlă goală" care m-a urmărit mult timp. Mă simt liberă. Nu sunt, dar mă simt foarte liberă. Nu ştiu dacă are vreo legătură cu primăvară, dar dacă are, aş vrea ca în fiecare zi să fie primăvară :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/Cezara/eee1b1a294ac9d"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_eee1b1a294ac9d(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vama Veche - Primavara (feat Mara)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio  Muzica »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6314087513258170251?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6314087513258170251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6314087513258170251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6314087513258170251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavara.html' title='Primăvara'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6742614629767489950</id><published>2009-02-27T21:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:13:55.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bac....</title><content type='html'>Băi, vine bacu! Azi panică totală: dormeam de prânz ca o fetiţă drăguţă care obosise după petrecut ziua ba în şcoală,ba în bar la cafea/ceai şi primesc un mesaj. Nu l-am citit. M-am trezit. L-am citit. "O apărut variantele de bac" Panică totală!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Deschid pc-ul chioară de somn, dau google search "variante bac 2009", nu-mi apare nic concret. "Hai bă, poate o greşit colega mea"...Intru pe edu.ro şi găsesc acolo:"Pe data de 27 februarie 2009, bla bla,începând cu ora 12:00, bla bla,au fost postate pe site-ul http://subiecte2009.edu.ro, grupele de itemi pentru probele scrise ale examenului de Bacalaureat 2009". Am deschis site-ul, mi-am luat variantele la romană, mate şi chimie, le-am deschis, le-am închis destul de repede.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Am de lucrat de-acuma... La romană şi chimie sunt aceleaşi (poate există mici,mici modificări,dar n-am stat să verific fiecare variantă), iar la mate au apărut nişte mici, mici modificări :P&lt;br /&gt; Of, mă duc să m-apuc de învăţat...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; P.S.: Nu sunt chiar atât de panicată pe cât par.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6742614629767489950?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6742614629767489950/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/bac.html#comment-form' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6742614629767489950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6742614629767489950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/bac.html' title='Bac....'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6189871421958842708</id><published>2009-02-24T14:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:48:57.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa 2...</title><content type='html'>Noroc de &lt;a href="http://untipscump.bloggerul.ro/"&gt;UnTipScump&lt;/a&gt; care mai dă o leapşă că altfel nu mai zic nic.... &lt;br /&gt;  Şi începem aşadar cu cele 19 detalii despre mine: &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Mi-aş dori&lt;/span&gt; să fiu un pic mai psihopată decât sunt. &lt;br /&gt;  2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nu-mi place&lt;/span&gt; să fiu atinsă (în afară de persoane gen prietenul meu) &lt;br /&gt;  3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Orice&lt;/span&gt; mi s-ar spune sau sugera, nu accept fără argumente solide. &lt;br /&gt;  4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sunt&lt;/span&gt; foarte dificilă şi moody şi needy :D &lt;br /&gt;  5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nu uit&lt;/span&gt; nimic niciodată. &lt;br /&gt;  6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sunt&lt;/span&gt; capabilă şi responsabilă. &lt;br /&gt;  7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sunt&lt;/span&gt; îndrăgostită de anatomie... &lt;br /&gt;  8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nu&lt;/span&gt; trece o zi fără să zâmbesc. &lt;br /&gt;  9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Fac&lt;/span&gt; tot felul de chestii artistico-decorative-utile (origami, planşe cu lecţii de lipit pe pereţi, mărgele etc) &lt;br /&gt;  10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Urăsc&lt;/span&gt; oamenii plictisitori şi care vorbesc prea mult, prost şi fără rost... &lt;br /&gt;  11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Îmi plac&lt;/span&gt; fotografiile şi florile. &lt;br /&gt;  12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Joc teatru&lt;/span&gt; când îmi urmăresc interesele şi vreau să-mi ating scopurile. &lt;br /&gt;  13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Puţini&lt;/span&gt; oameni au reuşit să mă facă să-mi pese. &lt;br /&gt;  14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Îmi place&lt;/span&gt; cultura japoneză. &lt;br /&gt;  15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sunt dezamăgită&lt;/span&gt; de prietenii/oamenii care nu ştiu să asculte. &lt;br /&gt;  16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sunt&lt;/span&gt; băgăreaţă şi bătăuşă. &lt;br /&gt;  17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Nu suport&lt;/span&gt; oamenii care suferă şi se plâng toată ziua.  &lt;br /&gt;  18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Apreciez&lt;/span&gt; oamenii care nu trăiesc în rutină. &lt;br /&gt;  19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sunt&lt;/span&gt; mulţumită de mine şi de lucrurile (chiar mărunte) pe care le-am realizat până acum :) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  Leapşa merge la...&lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cristina V&lt;/a&gt; şi cine mai simte plăcerea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6189871421958842708?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6189871421958842708/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa-2.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6189871421958842708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6189871421958842708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa-2.html' title='Leapsa 2...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-746340492539184246</id><published>2009-02-19T21:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:33:32.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>21 de chestii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZ24Aab-aDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ND6mK338yD8/s1600-h/21+de+chestii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZ24Aab-aDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ND6mK338yD8/s400/21+de+chestii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304598253348481074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;21 de substantive care ma fac sa tresar sau sa zmabesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(da, pentru &lt;a href="http://incasha.blogspot.com/2009/02/regulament-concurs-blog-2009.html"&gt;Concursul Inka&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Am folosit fontul Idiot. Click pe poza pentru marire ca sa puteti vedea ceva :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-746340492539184246?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/746340492539184246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/21-de-chestii.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/746340492539184246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/746340492539184246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/21-de-chestii.html' title='21 de chestii'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZ24Aab-aDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ND6mK338yD8/s72-c/21+de+chestii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3443922593408293463</id><published>2009-02-18T16:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:10:50.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iaca pe-o insulita</title><content type='html'>"Fir-ar...Aoleu...apa...Doamne! Ah, la dracu, ce ma fac?!"&lt;br /&gt;-Ajutooooor! Ajutoooooooooooooor! Cineva?&lt;br /&gt;"Aoleu, ne-am prabusit, aoleu, sper ca nu-s singura. Uite-un om!"&lt;br /&gt;-Domnuuuu! Ajutoooor!&lt;br /&gt;" O, Doamne, ala-i cu capu'n jos, ala-i mort, vai Doamne, ce ma fac?! Poate reusesc sa ma tarasc mai incolo pe nisip...Ce apa rece, la naiba! O, Doamne, sunt singura!...Mai bine...O Doamne, chiar nu-i nimeni?!"&lt;br /&gt;-Ajutoooooor!&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, deci ok, deci sunt singura,deci...O Doamne!" (plans cu sughituri pana la adormire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tarziu:&lt;br /&gt;" ...Of...Chiar sunt singura? Ce ma fac? Mai am vreo tigara? Bine ca's ude ca dracu. Poate se usuca mai incolo. Bricheta? Si asta la uscat... Telefonul? He he, as fi vrut eu...Ala...Ala e un om?"&lt;br /&gt;-Domnu!Domnu!&lt;br /&gt;"Sa-i iau pulsu'.Pizda ma-sii. Sa-i iau sacoul? Am sa crap de frig la noapte. Dar nu pot sa-l iau, poate vine si ma bantuie cu-o bata de baseball. Mi-e foame. Ok. Am nevoie de-un plan. Cu ce dracu, nici macar n-am cu ce!" (plans cu sughituri) "Hai, hai revino-ti, copchila! Ia sa cotrobai prin valizele astea, iertati-ma domnilor oameni morti, dar am nevoie de chestii.Lacat. Lacat. Lacat.Pizda ma-sii, o sa crap aicea! Mancare. Hai ma intorc in avion, poate gasesc ceva acolo. Valei, dar daca explodeaza? Lua-o-ar dracu' de treaba!"(in avion)"Cand am sa aflu cine o inventat dulapuri de-astea asa, am sa-i construiesc o statuie. Care ar mai fi fost norocos sa gaseasca apa si mancare?!Bine, da' daca-mi ajung pana poimaine sa fiu fericita. Tre sa ies, ca mi se inmoaie picioarele de tot. Macar poate ma intorc bronzata acasa. Daca ma mai intorc vreodata." (inapoi pe plaja) "Ok, deci tre sa vedem cum facem cu salvatul. Foc n-am. Apai...Am sa fac un SOS mare din niste crengi si frunze,ce mai gasesc, poate il vede careva. Ca fara nic nu pot sa stau. Si apoi...Noroc c-am citit Robinson Crusoe...Acum am sa ma culc. Maine dimineata fac planu: tre sa intru in paduricea asta sa caut apa si mancare... Caut o piatra sa sparg lacatele valizelor sa caut chestii gen pentru foc sau de imbracat... Si deocamdata dorm in frunzele si pe sub frunzele copaceilor astora... Vai, dac-ar sti mama saraca unde sunt acuma...Of... Sunt obosita... Mi-e frig. Dar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru &lt;a href="http://incasha.blogspot.com/2009/02/regulament-concurs-blog-2009.html"&gt;Concursul Inka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3443922593408293463?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3443922593408293463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/iaca-pe-o-insulita.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3443922593408293463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3443922593408293463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/iaca-pe-o-insulita.html' title='Iaca pe-o insulita'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4214795642233191272</id><published>2009-02-17T20:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:32:01.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poze again.</title><content type='html'>Am intrat pe blogul lu' &lt;a href="http://incasha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Inka&lt;/a&gt; si am descoperit alt blog, unu' cu poze vechi, gen inceputul sec XX si m-am indragostit de el, pentru ca imi place partea asta de istorie asa si cand vad pozici de'astea ma unge la suflet. Blogul este http://www.shorpy.com/ si ceea ce-mi place e ca pozele sunt foarte clare si la niste dimenisunimai mari. Iata si-o mostra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shorpy.com/node/5562?size=_original"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZsCFQdu1pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VwqZxKo03wc/s320/Abraham+Lincoln.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303835275501164178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Abraham Lincoln pentru ca imi este drag si urmeaza sa-mi fac atestatul la engleza pe seama lui si a asemanarilor dintre el si JFK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4214795642233191272?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4214795642233191272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/poze-again.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4214795642233191272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4214795642233191272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/poze-again.html' title='Poze again.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZsCFQdu1pI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VwqZxKo03wc/s72-c/Abraham+Lincoln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5639676042386711329</id><published>2009-02-14T16:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:15:28.847+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>Ştefaaaaaaaaaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZbUSidz9kI/AAAAAAAAADs/sTvrluGkGew/s1600-h/IMG_5355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZbUSidz9kI/AAAAAAAAADs/sTvrluGkGew/s400/IMG_5355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302659026229917250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Acesta este Ştefan. El este unul dintre cei mai buni prieteni-băieţi ai mei(dacă nu cel mai bun momentan) şi aseară când îl luam în braţe şi-i spuneam că eu ţin la el ca un prieten şi că e prietenul meu cel mai bun nu mă credea şi zicea că sunt beată. Na, bă, că ţin la tine şi fără să fiu beată!&lt;br /&gt; Tricoul de pe el i l-am ales eu când i-am luat cadou de Sf. Ştefan şi sunt foarte mândră de acest lucru :D&lt;br /&gt; So, he's my homie and if you mess with him, you mess with me, and then I'll mess with you :))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; P.S. Am ales poza asta pentru că e din cea mai nouă "sesiune foto" de-a lui (creizi bici) şi vroiam să-i protejez totuşi identitatea.Şi să se vadă tricoul :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5639676042386711329?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5639676042386711329/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/stefaaaaaaaaaan.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5639676042386711329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5639676042386711329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/stefaaaaaaaaaan.html' title='Ştefaaaaaaaaaan'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SZbUSidz9kI/AAAAAAAAADs/sTvrluGkGew/s72-c/IMG_5355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8716365962363967386</id><published>2009-02-14T14:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:22:01.040+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mahmureala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magie'/><title type='text'>Desenez inimioare</title><content type='html'>Cea mai frumoasă zi. E sâmbătă. Şi sunt încă un pic mahmură de aseară... Aoleu, stai un pic, e 14 februarie! Zi super importantă! E ziua de naştere a uneia dintre cele mai bune prietene :D Am un vag sentiment că uit ceva, dar nu ştiu ce...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Anyway. Aseară am petrecut. Nici acuma nu-mi simt tălpile. V-am menţionat vreodată că îl voi ucide pe misoginul care a inventat tocurile? O fost ciudat, petrecerea asta o avut un efect magic. Am băut multişor şi m-am cam mucificat, dar nu mi-o fost rău. Alte dăţi dădeam mai puţin pe gât şi nu scăpam fără să revăd mâncarea mâncată în ziua respectivă.Tata vrea să conduc diseară, sper că se duce tot whiskey-ul din sânge până atunci... Al 2lea efect magic: m-am culcat pe a 4jumate şi m-am trezit la 8,că la 8jumate aveam prega. Am şi fost la prega şi culmea, chiar am fost foarte trează şi fresh!(asta e magia). Apoi am fost un pic la cumpărături cu tată, câteva chestii de uz zilnic şi mai aveam puţin şi ţopăiam prin magazine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; V-am spus că o fost fain aseară? Pe lângă faptul că am dat mesaje fără număr la tot felul de băieţi din agendă...Bineînţeles că numai Lui (adică el, the one) nu i-am dat...Şi pe lângă faptul că m-am sărutat cu un tip (simpatic el de altfel şi care chiar săruta bine) şi acuma îmi cam tremură chiloţii pe mine să nu vadă prietena lui poze cu mine şi el sărutându-ne...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mama o zis că sunt fără scrupule la faze de genul asta. Eh, probabil, asta-s eu, na.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; P.S. Cât despre Sf Valentin...Nu cred în dragoste, aşadar nu cred nici în o sărbătoare a ei. Poate dacă o să mi se dovedească vreodată contrariul, am să-l rog pe iubitul meu să nu fie destul de bleg să creadă că am de gând să-i cumpăr cadou (dar aş face un gest drăguţ gen să ne petrecem ziua împreună).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-8716365962363967386?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8716365962363967386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/desenez-inimioare.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8716365962363967386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8716365962363967386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/desenez-inimioare.html' title='Desenez inimioare'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-9052450892725626604</id><published>2009-02-11T22:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:18:26.714+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa!</title><content type='html'>Uite, intrasem eu odata frumos pe blogul &lt;a href="http://cristina-v.blogspot.com"&gt;Cristinei V&lt;/a&gt; (alta decat mine, pentru cunoascatori) si am preluat o leapsa care mi s-a parut interesanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"nstructiuni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ia cartea care este cea mai aproape de tine.&lt;br /&gt;2. Deschide-o la pagina 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gaseste a 5-a propozitie/fraza.&lt;br /&gt;4. Posteaza pe blog textul urmatoarelor 4 propozitii/fraze cu aceste instructiuni.&lt;br /&gt;5. Nu îndrazni sa scotocesti prin rafturi dupa cartea aceea foarte deosebita sau “intelectuala”.&lt;br /&gt;6. Da leapsa mai departe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cititi ce s-a intamplat la mine:&lt;br /&gt;"Mai tarziu, cei 23 de cromozomi ai pronucleului masculin si cei 23 de cromozomi ai pronucleului feminin se vor alinia pentru a realcatui un set complet de 46 de cromozomi (23 de perechi) in ovulul fecundat.&lt;br /&gt;Sexul copilului este determinat de tipul de spermie (spermatozoid) care fecundeaza ovulul. Atat spermia, cat si ovulul au cate 23 de cromozmi, din care 22 de autozomi si un heterozom (cromozomul sexului), care, la spermie, poate fi X sau Y, iar la ovul numai X.Dupa fecundare, oul (zifotul) va avea 44 de autozomi si 2 heterozomi, care, daca ambii sunt X, copilul va fi fata, iar, daca unul va fi X si celalat Y, copilul va fi baiat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartea e manualul de anatomie din care invat eu pentru admitere :P &lt;br /&gt;So, leapsa, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-9052450892725626604?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/9052450892725626604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/9052450892725626604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/9052450892725626604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6060957688774168476</id><published>2009-02-10T21:01:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:25:51.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum slăbim?</title><content type='html'>Am stat eu aşa şi m-am gândit şi mi-am dat seama că ar fi cazul să mai slăbesc. Nu neapărat foarte mult, dar minus o burtică ar fi grozav.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Am văzut la teveu mai de curând (adică acu vreo lună probabil, la ritmul în care mă uit eu la teveu) un nene foarte agitat la o emisiune, care povestea despre diete şi alimentaţie. El zicea că o alimentaţie sănătoasă e aia care conţine numai fructe şi legume. Eventual şi apă, să nu mori deshidratat. Şi că exerciţiile cardio sunt mână lu' satana, că de ce să ne punem noi inima să lucreze mai mult?! Până la urmă m-am plictisit/enervat şi-am schimbat programul.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ei bine, motivată de faptul că foarte marea majoritate a colegelor mele de clasă sunt slabe, de recenta scădere în greutate a prietenei mele cele mai bune, a noii prietene a fostului meu prieten şi de potenţialul pe care îl simt pe sub straturile de şunculiţă, m-am hotărât să mă pun pe slăbit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; N-am adoptat o dietă bazată numai pe fructe şi legume sau numai pe carbohidraţi sau bla bla bla. Pur şi simplu o dietă sănătoasă şi cumpătată,cu mai multe fructe, mai puţine dulciuri, mai puţină mâncare în general, pentru că nu cred în miracolele dietelor. Cea mai importantă "regulă" a slăbitului mi se pare sportul. Poţi să ţii zeci de mii de diete, dacă nu faci sport, apăi fix p*la... Aşa e cel mai sănătos şi bine. Eu asta fac. Nu mă rup în două cu sportul, deşi dacă aş vrea să văd rezultate rapide (adică aşa cum vreau), ar trebui să fiu toată ziua într-un sport continuu. Însă nu mă grăbesc deocamdată nicăieri şi aştept să văd ce se întâmplă...&lt;br /&gt; Sper totuşi să se vadă  de curând pătrăţelele pe care eu le am  secret sub stratul de grăsime :))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; P..: Acest post este  mult pentru a nu-mi pierde  pe drum,  -a  întâmplat aşa. Acum sincer vreau  o apuc pe  cea   aşa -o ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6060957688774168476?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6060957688774168476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/cum-slabim.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6060957688774168476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6060957688774168476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/cum-slabim.html' title='Cum slăbim?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7693377434238802459</id><published>2009-02-08T19:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:13:46.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne pare rau!</title><content type='html'>Toata lumea a aflat despre moartea handbalistului Marian Cozma. Tanar, 26 de ani, sportiv. Am primit mass-uri, multi au scris si pe blogurile lor despre asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincer, mie nu mi-a afectat ziua cu nimic. Nu e singurul, nici primul, nici ultimul tanar omorat, de tigani sau nu, intr-un club sau nu. Ah, ma scuzati, mi-a afectat ziua. Mancam si am schimbat programul unde erau stirile, ca-mi pica prost mancarea pe un fundal negativ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca par insensibila, dar oamenii mor in fiecare zi. N-am nimic cu saracul om, Dumnezeu sa-l ierte, dar nu stiu de ce cazul asta ar fi mai special? Vreti sa va vorbesc despre alte cazuri speciale? Despre un copilas dulce de 5 anisori care vroia sa traverseze strada si - din cauza masinilor parcate fix langa trecerea de pieton - nu a fost vazut si in urmatorul minut avea creierii imprastiati pe sosea? Sau poate despre o tanara de 18 ani, inteligenta, frumoasa si cu mult chef de viata care nu a mai apucat sa prinda banchetul de sfarsit de clasa a 12a pentru care isi facea planuri alaturi de colegii ei pentru ca a murit de leucemie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot neinteresant, nu? Tot foarte impresionati sunteti? Hmm, probabil nu am inteles eu substratul acestei stiri, ca oricum nu am fost prea atenta la detalii. Dar uite-asa, asta-i parerea mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sa ridice mana toti oamenii care au auzit de Marian Cozma inainte sa afle la stiri de moartea sa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7693377434238802459?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7693377434238802459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/ne-pare-rau.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7693377434238802459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7693377434238802459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/ne-pare-rau.html' title='Ne pare rau!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4180968244484327226</id><published>2009-02-08T14:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:18:26.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie and the Chocolate factory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eugene Hutz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a clockwork orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything is Illuminated'/><title type='text'>Filme...</title><content type='html'>Zilele astea am fost tare deprimata si m-am uitat la vreo cateva filme si m-am gandit sa recomand vreo doua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066921/"&gt;A Clockwork Orange (1971)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EwT2JHDENE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EwT2JHDENE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un film cu multa violenta si sexualitate, dar si cu un mesaj puternic. Nu e pentru cei slabi de inger si daca sunteti superficial/vreti sa vedeti un film superficial, filmul asta ar fi cea mai proasta alegere. Un film-noir de exceptie dupa parerea mea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367594/"&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84srLOhooN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84srLOhooN8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E un film mai fantezist, mai poveste asa, in stilul caracteristic al regizorului Tim Burton, dar e filmul care m-a facut sa caut toate filmele in care a jucat Johnny Depp (adica mi-a placut foarte mult cum a jucat, doh!). E amuzant, te binedispune, jocul actoricesc e bun ,poate putin previzibil, dar fain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0404030/"&gt;Everything is Illuminated (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSUOYY4oukc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSUOYY4oukc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai pomenit de filmul asta si cu alte ocazii, imi place la nebunie, combina comedia cu drama, iar jocul lui Eugene Hutz face toti banii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat, revin altadata cu alte filme faine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4180968244484327226?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4180968244484327226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/filme.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4180968244484327226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4180968244484327226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/filme.html' title='Filme...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5232538558442558318</id><published>2009-02-07T23:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:19:42.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Banc...</title><content type='html'>...scurt si de actualitate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Cum se saluta mai nou romanii la telefon?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Salutare tie si ascultatorilor nostri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5232538558442558318?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5232538558442558318/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/banc.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5232538558442558318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5232538558442558318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/banc.html' title='Banc...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4106096060602611085</id><published>2009-02-06T22:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:06:10.394+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prega'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>Bai, cat ii ceasu'?</title><content type='html'>Ptiu ,fir-ar al dracului de treaba, iar e vineri seara! Si acuma o zic cu regret, pentru ca asta inseamna ca s-a mai dus o saptamana. Si nu orice fel de saptamana, ci una de vacanta! Sunt excesiv de crizata si impacientata momentan de faptu' ca fuse si se duse! Amr 134 de zile pana la prima mea proba la bac! Si n-am invatat nimica! Aaaaaaaaaargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am trezit relativ devreme, dar o trecut ziua pe degeaba asa, fara sa-mi dau seama cand o trecut. Nici n-am iesit la karaoke cu prietenii, nici nic, am stat si-am ajutat-o pe sor-mea cu o lucrare pentru facultate. Sunt o popandoaica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine imi fac de cap! Ma duc la prega de dimineata (yes!), apoi vin acasa sa fac curatenie fulger (yes!) si eventul si-o prajitura, ca vine o prietena sa lucram la chimie (yes!), dar si sa ne uitam la un film. Sper ca apoi sa reusesc sa trag de Johnny boy, sa le mai dea dracu' de examene si sa iasa si el la o cafea cu mine, ca incep sa treaca anii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai, iar o trecut timpu' intr-un mod incredibil! Bai, va zic eu, fuge timpu'! Hai pa, v-am pupat, ma duc sa-l prind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4106096060602611085?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4106096060602611085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/bai-cat-ii-ceasu.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4106096060602611085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4106096060602611085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/bai-cat-ii-ceasu.html' title='Bai, cat ii ceasu&apos;?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-394248511795473985</id><published>2009-02-05T23:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:14:49.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar muzica</title><content type='html'>Am primit cea mai frumoasa melodie. Iiiiiiiiiiiiii (&lt;-asta am fost eu bucurandu-ma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hamHPC7BuIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hamHPC7BuIc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-394248511795473985?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/394248511795473985/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/iar-muzica.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/394248511795473985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/394248511795473985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/iar-muzica.html' title='Iar muzica'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7329798350524651479</id><published>2009-02-03T23:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:49:12.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dandy Warholes - We used to be friends</title><content type='html'>Themesong-ul de la unul din serialele mele preferate, Veronica Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdNkY0Jt2gE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdNkY0Jt2gE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stie cineva ceva despre un sezon 4?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7329798350524651479?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7329798350524651479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/dandy-warholes-we-used-to-be-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7329798350524651479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7329798350524651479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/dandy-warholes-we-used-to-be-friends.html' title='The Dandy Warholes - We used to be friends'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6714104302610174915</id><published>2009-02-01T23:50:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:37:45.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ils l'aiment</title><content type='html'>Asta da artista apreciata, astia da fani...Urmariti reactia cantaretei care cu greu isi recapata glasul..Frumos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara Fabian - Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-roGMGyFu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bai, mi se face pielea de gaina cand incerc sa ma transpun la locul cu pricina...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6714104302610174915?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6714104302610174915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/ils-laime.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6714104302610174915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6714104302610174915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/ils-laime.html' title='Ils l&apos;aiment'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6330800535714077670</id><published>2009-02-01T23:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:26:29.351+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iti amintesti?</title><content type='html'>Eram aproape de pod si m-ai pus sa-ti promit ca nu am sa te uit niciodata, nici dupa ce am sa plec la facultate si am sa uit de bacau si de prietenii de aici. Si ti-am zis ca nu se pune problema, pentru ca nu o sa te uit. Si ti-am mai spus ca nu ai de ce sa iti faci griji, pentru ca oricum o sa ma uiti tu. Si am avut dreptate. Zi ca nu! Ne-am si schimbat, e adevarat. Dar oricum ar fi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite, melodia asta e pentru tine...Si altii ca tine, care incep sa fie mai multi decat pot numara la o mana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZC8J5oX1pg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZC8J5oX1pg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("i'll be lovin' u always" din finalul melodiei a se intelege ca "i'll be lovin' u always, my dear friend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6330800535714077670?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6330800535714077670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/iti-amintesti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6330800535714077670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6330800535714077670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/02/iti-amintesti.html' title='Iti amintesti?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-652562232077064999</id><published>2009-01-28T22:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:31:06.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prezervative'/><title type='text'>Trojan ;)</title><content type='html'>Si-o reclama foarte cute la prezervative :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgoDjTPyg8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgoDjTPyg8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-652562232077064999?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/652562232077064999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/trojan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/652562232077064999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/652562232077064999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/trojan.html' title='Trojan ;)'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1633703055524193677</id><published>2009-01-28T21:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:20:54.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inocenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prezervative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tigara'/><title type='text'>Precocitate sau anacronism?</title><content type='html'>Aha, mi-am amintit o chestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri dimineata, tigara, baia de fete de la scoala (= fumoar pentru elevi), singura (inca nu ajunsese partenera mea de tigari), aud 2 fete discutand si ele la o tigara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Da, fata, si dup-aia am plecat de la el, dar eram cu capu' in nori, iti dai seama si trebuia sa ma si grabesc, ca am adormit la el dup-aia un pic si tre'bea sa ajung acasa.&lt;br /&gt;- Fata, esti nebuna!&lt;br /&gt;- De ce, fata? E normal!&lt;br /&gt;- Ai 15 ani, esti inconstienta?&lt;br /&gt;- 16,da?!&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mi te pot imagina facand asta...&lt;br /&gt;- De ce? Ne protejam, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si discutia a mai continuat. Da' n-am mai fost atenta. Ma gandeam asa, ce naiba e-n neregula cu mine? Eu la 15 ani nici macar nu ma pupasem cu un baiat! (primul sarut a fost un cadou inspirat pentru ziua in care am implinit 16 ani).Si alte fete la varsta aia deja sunt experte intr-ale sexului. Am 18 ani si sunt neatinsa si neprihanita. Adica intelegeti voi. Mi se pare frustrant sa aud atatea discutii despre sex, ca eu degeaba imi dau cu parerea. Si totusi nu ma grabesc nicaieri. O sa m simt in continuare ca o piesa de muzeu :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un filmulet...Cam probabil asta e motivul pentru care sunt asa de...inocenta ;) (cicaleala pentru cei care nu se prind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLdFreZRw0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MLdFreZRw0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1633703055524193677?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1633703055524193677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/precocitate-sau-anacronism.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1633703055524193677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1633703055524193677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/precocitate-sau-anacronism.html' title='Precocitate sau anacronism?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3510647697591922856</id><published>2009-01-28T21:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:44:48.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baieti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatra Dornei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chimie'/><title type='text'>Pauza si mama</title><content type='html'>Mamica mea e taaaare simpatica. Bai, da'i dificila ca naiba! I-a zis taica-miu ca are prostu' obicei sa se holbeze la oameni cand mananca si s-o ofticat, gata! Asa face si cu mine: daca ii zic frumos ca nu are dreptate, se crizeaza si tot ea se supara pe mine. Aaarrrrrrgh, innebunesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot timpul am facut analogie intre ea si un prieten de-al meu, nascut la o zi si 17 ani diferenta de mama, amandoi ma cearta la fel, au acelasi stil inconfundabil de a face misto de mine si sunt la fel de iriscibili si enervanti si dati dracului!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp, am fost la Vatra Dornei 3 zile cu 2 prietene de-ale mele si a fost foarte fun, am flirtat cu un schior mortal de dragut si am dansat intr-un club cu un tip interesant. M-am distrat azi la prega la chimie pentru ca profu a facut un misto de mine in stil mare... Si mai revin cu detalii daca mai fac ceva interesant :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3510647697591922856?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3510647697591922856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/pauza-si-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3510647697591922856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3510647697591922856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/pauza-si-mama.html' title='Pauza si mama'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-238023388377880552</id><published>2009-01-21T19:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:46:44.464+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heterosexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Hetero, homo sau bi?</title><content type='html'>Deci am o dilema. N-am nici o problema cu oamenii gay sau semi-gay, dar nu pot sa-i inteleg dom'le, nu pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-o luam de la capat. Sunt fata si sunt hetero. M-am mai pupat cu vreo 2 fete pe la petreceri,etc. si imi place la nebunie corpul feminin, formele lui. Dar nu m-as putea numi lesbi sau bi. Pentru ca nu pot sa zic ca ma atrag fetele intr-un sens special. Mi se pare mai mult o chestie de pornuiala si nu-mi plac momentele astea de genul cand o fata se da la alta fata pentru ca mi se par false si cam penibile. Bine, fac exceptie momentele cand am intrecut-o cu gluma si alcoolu' :D Plus, cum fac femeile sex? Adica stiu, dar cum e cu orgasmele si satisfactia? Nu prea pot sa aiba amandoua in acelasi timp, prin acelasi act, intr-un mod normal. Nu e o complicatenie prea mare pentru un lucru deja complicat de la mama natura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La baieti goes the same. La ei e si mai grav. Tot asa, orgasm fiecare pe rand, plus ca dup-aia, pe mai tarziu o sa aiba probleme cu rectu si muschii de la nivelul lor (dezvolt daca simte cineva nevoia). Si plus ca in astfel de relatii nu se mai pastreaza un echilibru gen parte masculina-parte feminina (intre fete e altfel, e mai plauzibil sa fie o tanti barbatu in relatie si una femeia). Adica in relatiile gay, barbatii sunt amandoi femei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar cei bisexuali mi se par ori niste ametiti, ori niste falsi. Ametiti pentru ca de fapt nu stiu ce vor si testeaza sa vada ce le place mai mult, iar falsii sunt acei anume care ori au porniri doar pe la petreceri, dupa ce si-au bagat mult etanol in sange ori care vor sa faca impresii de unici si irepetabili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa aflu mai multe pareri despre oamenii astia gay, repet, n-am absolut nimica impotriva lor, nu sunt genul care sa porneasca un mars impotriva lor pe strada, dar vreau sa ii inteleg si eu, de ce tin ei cu tot dinadinsul sa calce-n picioare mitul androginului si cum se iubesc ei asa. Poate acuma am fost o nasoala si am sunat ca o homofoba, dar eu promit solemn ca nu sunt si nu am sa fiu! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-238023388377880552?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/238023388377880552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/hetero-homo-sau-bi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/238023388377880552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/238023388377880552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/hetero-homo-sau-bi.html' title='Hetero, homo sau bi?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-8197049161667237491</id><published>2009-01-20T23:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:43:25.249+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carpe diem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>Inca ceva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Da, deci sunt dezamagita. Cand ma uit la dashbord si nu mai vad nici un vizitator clandestin pe la 7 dimineata, ma apuca dezamagirea... Si asta cam de cand am zis ca-mi place sa-l vad pe blogul meu la 7 a.m. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haideti sa va spun o varianta mai noua a lui "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carpe diem&lt;/span&gt;", pe care am invatat-o de la un coleg, in momentul in care a fost intrebat de profu de filosofie care e principiul lui de viata. Raspuns? "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Futi, nu futi, vremea pulii trece!&lt;/span&gt;" (bine, era o varianta cenzurata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin sa le multumesc lui &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Radu&lt;/span&gt; si lui &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ionut&lt;/span&gt; pentru putinele cunostinte asimilate din cadrul tehnologiei informaticii, a blogo...sferei si a hackuielii, fara de care nu as fi fost astazi alaturi de voi!&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/2988630939209924485-8197049161667237491?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/8197049161667237491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/inca-ceva.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8197049161667237491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/8197049161667237491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/inca-ceva.html' title='Inca ceva...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5975234989377641447</id><published>2009-01-20T22:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:44:04.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forumuri si bloguri si doctori</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azi iar am dormit mult. Chiar cred ca am o problema, e prea mult si parca is obosita mereu. Si nici nu fac mare lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu, de mai bine de 2 ore ma asteapta pe masa "Chimie Organica. Notiuni teoretice, probleme, teste grila. Editura Babel 2005", iar eu stau aiurea.Mai devreme am intrat pe forumul softpedia (nu stiu cum am ajuns acolo) si am stat si citit despre intamplarile amuzante/ ciudate/ interesante ale unui nene doctor. De fapt a mai multor neni sau tanti doctor, dar s-a concentrat pana la urma in jurul acestuia dintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, m-am simtit foarte bine, pentru ca m-o bagat intr-o atmosfera de asta gen "abia astept sa fiu si eu domnisoara/doamna doctor si sa mor de nervi la pacientii idioti sau in momentele cand o sa trebuiasca sa fac tuseuri rectale si sa primesc bomboane si sa ma plictisesc sa primesc bomboane si sa ma cert cu iubitul meu doctor care ma inseala cu asistenta(asistentele) si...". Uhm, cred ca am exaergat totusi un pic cu entuziasmul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, vreau sa revin la ideea generata de cititul forumului, idee pe care am mai reintalnit-o si pe blogul unui prieten, aceea de papagalicism pupincurist. Exemplul meu: forumul respectiv. S-a deschis un topic, s-a scris pe el, o inceput nenea doctoru ala sa scrie, toti au inceput sa zica "vai, super, am murit de ras", laude, etc, ok, era amuzant, te facea sa intri in povestea lui... Dup-aia au inceput forumistii cu aberatiile gen "vai, daca nu se supara respectivu, vreau sa scriu si eu o poveste scurta, vai, stiu ca nu e la fel de amuzanta, etc", de parca brusc domnu devenise stapanul absolut si, ma scuzati, dar credeam ca un forum presupune o discutie deschisa si exprimare de pareri. Intr-un final, tipu', la indemnu forumistilor, o scos si o carte cu povestioare dintr-astea. Am intrat si pe site-ul cartii, eram curioasa sa-i vad cartea si sa i-o citesc, ma gandeam s-o comand. Da' era douaj'de lei plus taxe postale, iar portofelul meu in asteptarea alocatiei pentru un control oftalmologic a refuzat orice fel de achizitie inutila... (chiar daca tipul a fost foarte deschis fata de tema cu achizitia, nu mai intru in detalii, mi-o lasat o impresie placuta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valei, iar am deviat de la subiect! Ideea era ca oamenii pe forumuri, bloguri, orice ar fi, tind sa se concentreze in jurul unei persoane sau idei si sa o ridice in slavi pe respectiva. E ok, unele persoane chiar sunt inteligente si spun niste lucruri inteligente =&gt; oamenii apreciaza, e normal. Dar de multe ori comentariile imi las impresia de un mult prea comod copy/paste (metaforic vorbind) decat formarea unei pareri proprii si personale. Un fel de haifivism cu pretentii de elevare culturala.Parerea mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aoleu, nu cred ca ati inteles nimica, nu mai,gata, nu mai zic nimic, ma bag la culcare,ca iar e tarziu, eeeeei, ce mama ei de treaba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5975234989377641447?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5975234989377641447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/forumuri-si-bloguri-si-doctori.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5975234989377641447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5975234989377641447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/forumuri-si-bloguri-si-doctori.html' title='Forumuri si bloguri si doctori'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5399107471833363467</id><published>2009-01-16T18:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:34:00.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocorosie'/><title type='text'>Cocorosie - Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7sa92YTonY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-7sa92YTonY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, daca tot ziceam de muzica de chill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5399107471833363467?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5399107471833363467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/cocorosie-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5399107471833363467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5399107471833363467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/cocorosie-japan.html' title='Cocorosie - Japan'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-5854878805127169246</id><published>2009-01-16T18:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:34:26.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='majorat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocorosie'/><title type='text'>Lucru manual</title><content type='html'>Asta fac. Lucru manual. Pe bune, momentan decupez niste poze scanate si imprimate si etc. E majoratul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andreei&lt;/span&gt;, care este prietena mea cea mai buna si cea mai veche (ne cunoastem din burticile mamicilor noastre :D). Ii fac un caietel-povestioara cu noi 2. Am poze de cand abia stiam sa vorbim, si de la 7 ani, poze porno pe plaja, si de la 17, cand eram la munte si agatam baieti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si momentan ma simt super bine. I-am furat ceasu' de mana a lu' tata (v-am spus ca imi plac ceasurile la nebunie?), mi-am aprins super lampa de pe birou (are un brat mobil si lumina puternica, ma simt ca un artist care lucreaza minutios la opera sa), ascult muzica de chill (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cocorosie&lt;/span&gt;) sau comerciala si caaaaaant cat ma tin plamanii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt bineeee si vroiam sa impartasesc acest lucru :D Am emotii, in schimb, cu cadoul si cu...timpul (iar intarzii?). Ah,vedem noi ce-o sa fie. Carpe diem, cuaie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-5854878805127169246?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/5854878805127169246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucru-manual.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5854878805127169246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/5854878805127169246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/lucru-manual.html' title='Lucru manual'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3577191942029536967</id><published>2009-01-15T22:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:05:44.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your only chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SW-kMzyWokI/AAAAAAAAADg/eQFZyJGwNfU/s1600-h/00035143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SW-kMzyWokI/AAAAAAAAADg/eQFZyJGwNfU/s400/00035143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291628627150414402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Becoming a donor is probably your only chance to get inside her."&lt;br /&gt;(click pe poza pentru marire. Uhmm, a pozei evident...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SW-jjqxBLAI/AAAAAAAAADY/zOXW5scILTM/s1600-h/00035143.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3577191942029536967?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3577191942029536967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-only-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3577191942029536967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3577191942029536967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-only-chance.html' title='Your only chance?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SW-kMzyWokI/AAAAAAAAADg/eQFZyJGwNfU/s72-c/00035143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3799996973684833526</id><published>2009-01-14T15:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:07:40.986+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disectii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molecule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chimie'/><title type='text'>Imi place vol. II</title><content type='html'>M-o traznit zilele trecute asa,deodata,intrebarea de ce vreau eu sa dau la medicina...Vorbeam cu un prieten si mi-am dat seama ca mie imi place sa organizez chestii, sa am responsabilitati, sa ma ocup de respectivele, sa distribui sarcini, adica na, sa fac pe sefa :) Mi-a iesit pasenta, da' numai pana anul asta. Anul asta sunt studioasa si las prostiile, doar ma fac doctorita :) Pai si de ce ma fac doctorita? Daca-mi place asa de mult treaba cu organizatu si sefitu, de ce nu dau la management, la alte astea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite-asa mi-am dat seama ca uitasem ce era mai important: iubesc anatomia! Dom'le, abia astept sa despic oameni si sa le vad tot inauntru si sa-i cos si sa-i repar. Cel putin partea de medicina interna... Cu toate organele alea simpaticute cu toti nervisorii lor (si ei simpatici de altfel, dar la propriu)...Stiti ca va povesteam la postul cu "imi place" ca stau in oglinda si meditez bla bla. De multe ori stau in oglinda si ma studiez, dar nu la modul "ia sa vad daca mi-a mai aparut vreun cos". Trag de piele, pipai oasele, incerc sa-mi dau seama cum is puse ele acolo, imi misc muschii si imi amintesc ce nervi si ce procese se desfasoara in timp ce desfasor eu toate trebusoarele astea (sau cel putin incerc sa-mi amintesc). Si o inceput sa-mi placa si chimia, chiar daca nu prea o inteleg, eu fiind prea infipta in real ca sa pot sa-mi imaginez exact moleculele, dar macar stiu cum au loc reactiile si toate substantele alea dragute cum se leaga intre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, abia astept sa am mortu' meu sa-l disec. Cateodata ma tenteaza sa ma duc la bucatarie sa iau un cutit sa tai un pic de piele de pe undeva sa vad ce-i pe dedesubt si cat de tare corespunde cu imaginile de prin carti si compendii, dar nu-mi place durerea deloc si ma las pagubasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of, of, pregatire, o ora, de invatat capitol, de rezolvat 100 probleme, o ora! Completari mai tarziu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3799996973684833526?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3799996973684833526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/imi-place-vol-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3799996973684833526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3799996973684833526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/imi-place-vol-ii.html' title='Imi place vol. II'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2435802100709854187</id><published>2009-01-11T22:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:41:33.888+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imi place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House MD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oglinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absinth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciocolata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pupic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corpul uman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzica'/><title type='text'>Imi place...</title><content type='html'>Cu post-ul asta sunt poate superficiala.Like I'd care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place...Sa fiu trezita cu un pupic, sa cant si sa dansez in fata oglinzii, sa ii fac pe ai mei sa rada sau sa zambeasca, cand imi ies reactiile la chimie, corpul uman, nudul aristic feminin (sau feminin artistic),  ca el imi citeste blogul pe la 7 dimineata, sa am flori pe masa, ciocolata, sa ies cu colegii mei in oras, ca ma aduc cu masina pana in fata portii, sa rad de cainele meu zapacit si prostut (adica unul dintre cei 5), sa fiu sarutata prin tehnica "luare prin surprindere", sa ma prostesc sau s-o fac pe beata, absinth-ul, sa fiu epilata, brelocul meu cu "(amateur) gynaecologist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma uit la filme si seriale pe calculator, sa caut subtitrari, muzica din House MD, sa conduc, sa port esarfe, combinatia dulce-sarat-iute-amar (intalnita in ciocolata amaruie Heidi cu chilli si sare de mare), sa rad de oamenii fraieri sau sa fiu rautacioasa, sa tac, sa vorbesc, sa-mi aranjez parul si apoi sa stau juma' de ora in oglinda studiindu-ma si dand-o in meditatii si filosofii, cand sunt apreciata pentru ceea ce fac, cand ma gandesc la trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac multe,in special sa dorm cat trebuie,nici mai mult,nici mai putin...Revin cu completari la lista...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2435802100709854187?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2435802100709854187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/imi-place.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2435802100709854187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2435802100709854187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/imi-place.html' title='Imi place...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-1663785447303074136</id><published>2009-01-10T23:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:44:47.654+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dubios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pat'/><title type='text'>Somnic?</title><content type='html'>Se intampla ceva taaaare dubios. Ieri am zis sa dorm un pic de pranz.M-am culcat pe la 5jumate,m-am trezit la 7.A doua zi dimineata.Nu mi-a venit sa cred ca am dormit aproape 14 ore! Am fost apoi la prega, am cascat mai toata ora,ma gandeam ce bine as mai fi dormit...Acum e abia 11jumate (seara) si nu mai pot de somn.&lt;br /&gt;Hai daca as fi facut ceva foarte obositor, ar fi fost normal.Tataia a zis ca e de la pregatiri si cat am invatat. Mama mi-a dat calciu. Eu zic ca e doar ceva dubios.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt rare momentele in care mi se zice ca sunt ciudata sau dubioasa, dar la un mod relativ serios. Cred si eu, daca am placeri morbide sau sado-masochiste, eu fiind o sensibila pur-sange...&lt;br /&gt;Gata,nu mai pot de somn,plus ca am o coerenta indoielnica...See ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-1663785447303074136?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/1663785447303074136/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/somnic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1663785447303074136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/1663785447303074136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/somnic.html' title='Somnic?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-7506340600113048426</id><published>2009-01-07T15:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:06:04.552+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tzuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loredana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eugene Hutz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gogol Bordello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything is Illuminated'/><title type='text'>Sârbă,dom'le</title><content type='html'>Nu pot sa zic ca sunt innebunita dupa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loredana&lt;/span&gt;, dar imi place faptul ca abordeaza stiluri diferite si cat de cat originale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Okln0hj0Pow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Okln0hj0Pow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videoclipul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tzuki&lt;/span&gt; mi se pare tare hazliu, desi i-am auzit pe unii ca ar fi ingretosati de el, sarmanii...Ceea ce imi place mie tare de tot este nenea din clip! El este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eugene Hutz&lt;/span&gt;, liderul trupei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gogol Bordello&lt;/span&gt;, o trupulita mai gipsy-rock tare draguta. Stati, ca inca mai e! Nenea asta mai e si actor si primul si singurul film in care l-am vazut se cheama "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0404030/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything is illuminated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" si este o mandrie de film, iar Niculae asta ( numele intreg e de fapt Evgeny Aleksandrovitch Nikolaev Simonov) joaca fain, te face sa razi, e chiar frumusel (facand abstractie de mustata, frezele ciudate sau dintii de aur - o,la naiba!) si e si talentos de felul lui! Acuma mai nou o jucat si in ultimul film regizat de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonnica&lt;/span&gt;...Ce mai, baiat bun la casa omului!&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre Loredana, cum ziceam...Ea este tare frumusica si finuta si mai are si voce, dar nu pot sa zic ca am o parere 100% buna despre ea...Hai enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-7506340600113048426?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/7506340600113048426/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/srbdomle.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7506340600113048426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/7506340600113048426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/srbdomle.html' title='Sârbă,dom&apos;le'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4648117794621180787</id><published>2009-01-02T14:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:11:31.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iubire intr-un pahar de crema de whisky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;: eu sunt fericita.cred ca sunt indragostita...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;: eh,e bine atunci...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;: o sa-mi treaca repede, e doar o pasa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;: de ce sa-ti treaca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;: pai ce rost are sa ma indragostesc?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;: pai...de ce sa nu te indragostesti ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;: pai de ce sa ma indragostesc? cand esti indragostit esti mai irational si mai fraier...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;: corect! dar e misto sentimentu... e un fel de betie...ca si cum ai bea o bautura alcoolica foarte foarte rafinata, de la care nu iti e rau...fizic. si poti si sa conduci :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4648117794621180787?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4648117794621180787/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-dragoste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4648117794621180787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4648117794621180787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2009/01/despre-dragoste.html' title='iubire intr-un pahar de crema de whisky?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2327684081866427832</id><published>2008-12-27T14:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:00:47.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mos Craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craciun'/><title type='text'>Inc'un pic</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Mi-e somn, dar trebuie sa ma duc in mall sa fac pe rafinata si sa cumpar niste cadouri pentru Stefanii nostri din grupul de prieteni. Mi-s dragi, dar ce bine mai stateam mai devreme in pat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Craciun nu pot sa zic ca mi-a adus Mos Craciun ce-am vrut, pentru ca nu mi-am dorit nimic. Mai bine, decat sa raman dezamagita apoi... Dar mi-o facut Mosu' surprize frumoase si pot sa zic ca o fost un Craciun relativ reusit. I-am colindat pe profi de 24 seara, pe 25 dimineata am fost la super scumpa noastra profa de romana, care e o adevarata doamna si o super femeie :D Ca sa nu mai mentionez ca am iesit in oras si am revazut o gramada de oameni, prieteni vechi pe care nu i-am mai vazut demult si cu care am programat intalniri pe tot restul vacantei :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana si visele au fost faine, azi noapte de exemplu am visat in culori vii si muzica, mintea mea derula rapid imagini parca din desene animate ale anilor '70 si imagini dadaistice. Suna stupid, dar dimineata m-am trezit si eram like "bai, ce cool visez" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuma ar trebui sa plec in 5 minute spre mall, pana mea... N-am nici un chef, da' tre sa se ocupe cineva de treaba. Hai v-am pupat, ne mai auzim in preajma revelionului...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2327684081866427832?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2327684081866427832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/incun-pic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2327684081866427832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2327684081866427832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/incun-pic.html' title='Inc&apos;un pic'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2118183258210267663</id><published>2008-12-24T01:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:59:29.872+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transporter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craciun'/><title type='text'>Inainte de Craciun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SVF2_ZAqyoI/AAAAAAAAADA/vDAi2mjNfyg/s1600-h/water_the_flowers__by_funkiaznchick56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SVF2_ZAqyoI/AAAAAAAAADA/vDAi2mjNfyg/s320/water_the_flowers__by_funkiaznchick56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283134669299829378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu una n-am de gand sa va spun Craciun fericit,sa va fac urari siropoase sau sa va indemn sa fiti mai buni. Nici n-am de gand sa povestesc despre Craciun sau despre cum am trebaluit zilele astea prin casa cu pregatiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa spun ca...iubesc florile! Ma orgasmeaza pur si simplu sa le tin, sa le miros, sa le ating asa, sa le simt...Am 5 garofele mici pe masa acum, intr-o vaza, si sunt albe cu un degradee visiniu si cred ca mai bine de o ora,cat m-am uitat la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transporter, &lt;/span&gt;le-am tinut intre palme, mi-am bagat nasul si fata printre ele si le-am dragalit intr-una...Nu conteaza ce fel sunt, ce culoare sunt (bine,de fapt asta conteaza un pic, nu-mi plac cele vopsite cu verde sau cu auriu,bleah!) sau cate petale au...&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mult imi plac zambilele si florile cu parfum puternic. Imi plac si garoafele de pe birou, le-am pus undeva aproape de monitor,ca sa veghez tot timpul cu un ochi asupra lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximativ plictisitor,nu? Adica in cazul in care va asteptati la un post despre Craciun si Sarbatori si etc...I don't really care, 'cause I really looooove flowers si trebuia sa spun asta cuiva :D (stiti, de ziua mea, cu vreo ocazie speciala, sau in orice fel de ocazie...uhm....intelegeti voi....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2118183258210267663?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2118183258210267663/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/inainte-de-craciun.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2118183258210267663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2118183258210267663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/inainte-de-craciun.html' title='Inainte de Craciun...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SVF2_ZAqyoI/AAAAAAAAADA/vDAi2mjNfyg/s72-c/water_the_flowers__by_funkiaznchick56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2182741013245746745</id><published>2008-12-21T19:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:15:18.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to leave home?</title><content type='html'>Tocmai m-am intors din excursie si imi fusese taaaaaare dor sa stau in casa. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa ma uit la reclame pe youtube si am gasit ceva interesant, al carui mesaj mi se potriveste intr-un fel. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtHEZpA9g2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtHEZpA9g2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2182741013245746745?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2182741013245746745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-leave-home.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2182741013245746745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2182741013245746745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-leave-home.html' title='Time to leave home?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-3060726206238079214</id><published>2008-12-16T16:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:50:14.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notiuni</title><content type='html'>Cateva idei extrase dintr-o carte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Definisem notiunea de curva in functie de gradul de perversiune la care o femela se putea preta, pentru noi toate erau femele si curve, doar ca unele se incadrau in categoria curve pe care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le faci&lt;/span&gt;, iar altele in categoria curve care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te fac&lt;/span&gt;.[...] Nu mi-am pus niciodata problema ca lucrurile ar fi putut sa stea si altfel, cel putin nu in perioada aceea..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Stii ce ma intriga pe mine? Ca voi, barbatii, chiar credeti in aberatiile astea... Reformulez. In aceste truisme care devin aberante atunci cand sunt percepute doar pe jumatate. Si voi sunteti narcisisti...Si voi sunteti tarfe. Aveti chiar o doza mai mare de frivolitate. Doar ca la voi dezmatul se numeste virilitate si la noi curvasarie. Un barbat in criza de furie se cheama ca e nervos, in timp ce o femeie e isterica. Ipocrizia voastra se numeste diplomatie, ipocrizia feminina e considerata minciuna..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma gandeam ce gust salciu ar avea viata daca n-am putea idealiza nimic. Daca n-am avea libertatea de a ne insela... Femeile au acest har din nastere, lor le e mai usor sa idealizeze decat barbatilor care sunt mai tot timpul contemporani cu realitatea nuda, condamnati sa se balaceasca in dejectiile dezgustului si plictisului cronic. Poate ca eram eu de vina, mi-am spus. Cine stie, nu mi-o fi chiar imposibil sa devin femeie... Poate ca ar fi suficient sa cred ca El duce gunoiul ca un erou, ca sta pe closet ca un demiurg, ca suntem chiar adevaratii Oberon si Titania in exilul acestei lumi efemere si inselatoare..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Extrase din &lt;a href="http://editura.liternet.ro/carte/87/Ilinca-Bernea/Iubiri-in-camasa-de-forta.html"&gt;"Tango", Ilinca Bernea, Iubiri in camasa de forta&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-3060726206238079214?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/3060726206238079214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/notiuni.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3060726206238079214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/3060726206238079214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/notiuni.html' title='Notiuni'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2831578103170970302</id><published>2008-12-14T20:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:52:51.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zapada si filme</title><content type='html'>Azi a nins asa frumos, s-o asezat zapada peste tot si mi-a venit un chef de poveste. Tata a pus colinde in sufragerie si eu am zis ca e timpul de un film dragut. Mi-am amintit de iernile din filmele Harry Potter si am zis "Ia sa ma intorc eu in timp" (am fost fan Harry Potter multa vreme, cam dintr-a 5a pana printr-a 7a,a 8a). Zis si facut. Am luat acum vreo cateva saptamani toate filmele Harry Potter pentru un prieten si numa' bine mi-a prins!&lt;br /&gt;Bun, deci mi-am pus ultimul film din seria HP. Il mai vazusem anul trecut cand a aparut (cel putin asa cred), dar acum l-am vazut cu mai mare atentie. Am ajuns la concluzia ca imi place cum joaca &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000614/"&gt;Alan Rickman&lt;/a&gt; (aka Severus Snape), &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000146/"&gt;Ralph Finnes&lt;/a&gt; (Lord Voldemort) sau &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000307/"&gt;Helena Bonham Carter&lt;/a&gt; (Beatrix Lestrange), actori pe care i-am mai vazut si in alte filme si despre care mi-a placut.&lt;br /&gt;Asa mi-am amintit si de traditia mea dinainte de revelion si/sau Paste de a ma uita la &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032138/"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/a&gt; si acuma il downloadez de pe retea ca sa am ce face zilele viitoare, cand n-o sa am chef sa invat la mate/chimie/bio sau alte astea...&lt;br /&gt;A fost foarte dragut sa lenevesc in patul cald si sa ma uit la filmuletul asta dragut plin de magie, chiar daca m-a sunat Jan si m-a tras afara la poarta sa stau un pic cu el de vorba, ca el se plictisea saracutul.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now,ma duc sa mai lenevesc un pic... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2831578103170970302?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2831578103170970302/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/zapada-si-filme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2831578103170970302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2831578103170970302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/zapada-si-filme.html' title='Zapada si filme'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2704007821926363502</id><published>2008-12-11T23:27:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:03:16.168+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cum era treaba aia cu sweetest goodbye?</title><content type='html'>[...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deleted part&lt;/span&gt;...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nu sunt prea suparata acum pentru discutiile astea, pentru faptul ca ei nu  ma cunosc/presupun ca ma cunosc, pentru faptul ca nu ma inteleg deloc si trag concluzii pripite ("da,tu nu stii ce-i cu tine,lasa ca-ti spun eu de fapt ce gandesti tu").De fapt, sunt melancolica si ma gandesc cu zambetul pe buze la momentele faine pe care le-am petrecut impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, mi-e nasol de faptul ca nu mai am pe cine suna la 12 noaptea sa vorbesc despre noul meu gel de dus care miroase genial, despre teza de a 2a zi, despre ce vreau de la viitor, nu mai am cu cine iesi seara la un ceai care de fapt era bere sau cu cine sa beau cafeaua rece ramasa pe masa de seara trecuta. Nu mai am cu cine sa ies la lac sa fumam o tigara si sa-mi faca poze sau cu cine sa mananc paste cu ton gatite de mine, cu cine sa stau pe scari si sa comentam gagicile care trec prin fata noastra. Nu mai are cine sa ma critice pentru felul in care ma imbrac. Nu mai am cu cine sa spun bancuri porcoase, sa vorbim despre chestii scarboase sau despre epilatul cu ceara. Nu mai am cui trimite mesaje cu jocuri si becuri sau pur si simplu mesaje in cele mai inoportune momente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sunt nici eu cum eram. Si ar avea cine sa inlocuiasca acest "cine" de mai sus. Dar n-ar mai fi acelasi farmec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentan sunt patetico-melancolica. O sa-mi treaca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2704007821926363502?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2704007821926363502/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-cum-era-treaba-aia-cu-sweetest.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2704007821926363502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2704007821926363502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/si-cum-era-treaba-aia-cu-sweetest.html' title='Si cum era treaba aia cu sweetest goodbye?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-4699556774489630661</id><published>2008-12-09T00:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:04:27.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacovia style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ST2enc5vv_I/AAAAAAAAACw/3EH2uuepxME/s1600-h/33e04a3bc3707b01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ST2enc5vv_I/AAAAAAAAACw/3EH2uuepxME/s320/33e04a3bc3707b01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277548738958573554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dormea intors amorul meu de plumb/ [...] si-am inceput sa-l strig"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-4699556774489630661?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/4699556774489630661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/bacovia-style.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4699556774489630661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/4699556774489630661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/bacovia-style.html' title='Bacovia style'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ST2enc5vv_I/AAAAAAAAACw/3EH2uuepxME/s72-c/33e04a3bc3707b01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-6599935788342599745</id><published>2008-12-08T21:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:49:28.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aberatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>detalii,detalii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ST15MmXfUZI/AAAAAAAAACg/SSx5KZwokQs/s1600-h/_Take_my_hand__by_Muuze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ST15MmXfUZI/AAAAAAAAACg/SSx5KZwokQs/s400/_Take_my_hand__by_Muuze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507595712549266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi am sa scriu aberatii si cu litera mica. Ok, ne oprim cu litera mica. Hmm, cred ca peste catva timp n-am sa ma pot abtine si am sa sterg inceputu' de blog ca sa pun cu litera mare,ca asa e ortografic si frumos (da, sunt obsedata :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi sunt relativ trista. Adica nu sunt trista,stai...Cum sa ma explic?...De fapt sunt ok, uite,acuma zambesc. Dar asa, am oleaca de ceva pe suflet. Mi-am amintit de relatii in care am pus suflet si nu am primit suflet inapoi. Si prin asta nu ma refer doar la fosti prieteni, ei fusera si se dusera fara prea mari resentimente. Ma gandesc la prieteni, grupuri de prieteni, tata, prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am gasit pe telefonul meu vechi pe care mi-am pus o noua cartela (asa-i romanu', cu 3 telefoane si 10 cartele) un sms trimis. Fusese trimis la un grup de prieteni (vreo 15-20). Era asa:"Buna.Maine (data),la ora (ora), sunteti invitati speciali la mine acasa :P Be there!Si confirmati :)" N-am primit nici o confirmare,nici un raspuns,n-a venit nimeni. N-am suferit prea tare, mi-am gasit altceva de facut. Dar am fost tare dezamagita, ca se vorbea de egalitatea oamenilor in grup si ete egalitatea! I-am povestit asta azi unei prietene si i s-o parut amuzant. Mie sincer nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau faptu' ca profa de istorie care e o sinistra aproxiamtiv severa si crizata mi-a zis ca ma apreciaza pentru activitatile mele (intr-un context oarecare si neinteresant) si tata azi,intors dupa aproape o saptamana m-a intrebat ce mai fac. "pai,uite ieri am dat exam..." si el "da,nu vorbeam serios,nu ma intereseaza".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate vreau prea mult, poate sunt eu emo si dramatica degeaba, poate sunt apreciata pe alte planuri si de alti oameni, da' sa mor daca imi dau seama de cine si cum si unde.... (bine,exista exceptii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum ar fi, pana maine am sa uit de asta. Momentan ma duc sa-mi gasesc fericirea...In cartea de bio. Am de invatat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-6599935788342599745?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/6599935788342599745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/detaliidetalii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6599935788342599745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/6599935788342599745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/detaliidetalii.html' title='detalii,detalii'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/ST15MmXfUZI/AAAAAAAAACg/SSx5KZwokQs/s72-c/_Take_my_hand__by_Muuze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2988630939209924485.post-2958478541245014172</id><published>2008-12-08T00:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:11:43.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai sa ne lasam de fumat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/STxJTJYUeLI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ACWU9-S_lI/s1600-h/bclunginformation-412x97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/STxJTJYUeLI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ACWU9-S_lI/s400/bclunginformation-412x97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277173456655644850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Bai, astia ai mei cu care ies in oras aproape in fiecare weekend si umplem scrumierele de prin carciumi, o sa ajungem niste oameni super informati conform imaginii ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ALEXAN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2988630939209924485-2958478541245014172?l=another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/feeds/2958478541245014172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/hai-sa-ne-lasam-de-fumat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2958478541245014172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2988630939209924485/posts/default/2958478541245014172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://another-kid-in-the-wall.blogspot.com/2008/12/hai-sa-ne-lasam-de-fumat.html' title='Hai sa ne lasam de fumat'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09234754636955132030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/SJ9YbGhaJ9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZBONRz5HsN8/s1600-R/DSC09813-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEJ8WtI3zhE/STxJTJYUeLI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ACWU9-S_lI/s72-c/bclunginformation-412x97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
