<?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-1192642763465328978</id><updated>2011-12-03T10:53:32.904-08:00</updated><category term='fotograf amator in Roma'/><category term='reminder'/><category term='d&apos;ale publicitatii'/><category term='shoty'/><category term='cand adela scrie'/><category term='tic tic tic tac'/><category term='de toate'/><category term='de-a fotograful'/><category term='dau cu parerea in cap'/><category term='dupa zi vine noapte'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='mie mi se intampla'/><category term='gand'/><category term='musique'/><category term='hoinar'/><title type='text'>tic-tac-tac-tic blogul meu</title><subtitle type='html'>un blog despre ticaitul timpului...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-4973567766434992796</id><published>2008-11-20T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:49:45.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima zi de 21</title><content type='html'>Cand vreau pot sa ma trezesc de dimineata. Ca sa fie cat mai lunga ziua, m-am trezit la 8 jum. M-am uitat la MTV  si "hop" imi sare in urechi o melodie, fundal sonor sau completare creativa a unui reportaj despre Sibiu...nu socant de interesant, asta daca nu esti fan locuri in care ar putea sa isi faca nevoile porumbeii din Sibiu. (asta aflai din reportaj si pe unde umbla lumea in club :) ) Melodia, tristuta dar o voce super - Adele - Hometown Glory, e pentru Londra. Aici e pentru Sibiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine, azi e ultima zi de 21 si e minunat de soare si frig afara. Si maine cel tarziu seara va ninge de ziua mea. See u next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxW6DzwsTs0&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/yxW6DzwsTs0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-4973567766434992796?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/4973567766434992796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=4973567766434992796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4973567766434992796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4973567766434992796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultima-zi-de-21.html' title='Ultima zi de 21'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1547508933637297004</id><published>2008-10-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:25:04.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toi, Paris...</title><content type='html'>O zi de duminica, pe scaunul din dreapta la Lux, cu soare pe ochi, pe obraji si pe decolteu, cu fuga de fumul de teracota, in curte pe o iarba atat de verde - Curs de limba franceza la radio: cantecele Parisului. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_guI4w3iuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f_guI4w3iuk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-1547508933637297004?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1547508933637297004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1547508933637297004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1547508933637297004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1547508933637297004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/10/toi-paris.html' title='Toi, Paris...'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-2952104671379124555</id><published>2008-09-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:36:23.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E vineri, e...old music, e Cyndi Lauper</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9eRfcZJBYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L9eRfcZJBYs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53fLemWwFTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53fLemWwFTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Ann Stephanie "Cyndi" Lauper (born June 22, 1953) is an American Grammy- and Emmy award-winning singer, songwriter, and actress in film, television, and theater. She achieved success in the mid 1980s with the release of the album, She's So Unusual and became the first artist in history to have four top-five singles released from one album. Lauper has released 11 albums and over 40 singles, selling more than 25 million albums and singles worldwide. She continues to tour the world in support of human rights. (sursa: Wikipedia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-2952104671379124555?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/2952104671379124555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=2952104671379124555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2952104671379124555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2952104671379124555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-vineri-eold-music.html' title='E vineri, e...old music, e Cyndi Lauper'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-766651392389390143</id><published>2008-08-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:44:21.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Another vineri song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;James Morrison e de-al blogului&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jhm9GPk0ClQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jhm9GPk0ClQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-766651392389390143?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/766651392389390143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=766651392389390143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/766651392389390143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/766651392389390143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-vineri-song.html' title='Another vineri song'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-4409414839144170389</id><published>2008-08-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:35:52.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic tic tic tac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d&apos;ale publicitatii'/><title type='text'>Coca-Cola - Olympic Involvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SKXj_BldrzI/AAAAAAAAASs/S9F7uSs4xOE/s1600-h/cocacola_384_495024a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SKXj_BldrzI/AAAAAAAAASs/S9F7uSs4xOE/s320/cocacola_384_495024a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234840813784903474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primesc la cateva zile newsletterul de la iqads. Recunosc ca il citesc in graba tot timpul, il scanez si primele linkuri care imi fac cu ochiul primesc si un "click" din partea mea. :) Si uite asa am vazut colectia de 3 spoturi cu care Coca-Cola se prezinta la Beijing: &lt;a href="http://iqads.ro/reclama_6763/?RemoteID=63a245e4bf2e1f7641474d33a4bfeadc&amp;amp;checksum=761c31cd4d031a3fccf285903555862b"&gt;Shuang City&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://iqads.ro/reclama_6755/?RemoteID=63a245e4bf2e1f7641474d33a4bfeadc&amp;amp;checksum=761c31cd4d031a3fccf285903555862b"&gt;Unity&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://iqads.ro/reclama_6748/?RemoteID=63a245e4bf2e1f7641474d33a4bfeadc&amp;amp;checksum=761c31cd4d031a3fccf285903555862b"&gt;Birds Nest Stadium.&lt;/a&gt; Preferatul meu e de departe ultimul. E interesant cat de simplu si inofensiv iti poti plasa produsul intr-o reclama. Paiele Coca-Cola sunt cele "alese" sa fie parte din grandiosul Birds Nest Stadium, locul in care in fiecare zi a Olimpiadei sportivii scriu pagini in istoria acestei competitii. Dar mai bine va las apreciati singuri, sa nu stric mura cu gura. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi m-am gandit, s-o fi gandit cineva sa faca o&lt;a href="http://www.thecoca-colacompany.com/heritage/olympicgames.html"&gt; istorie a participarii brandului Coca-Cola la Olimpiade&lt;/a&gt;? Cat de important e evenimentul, cat inseamna peste 20 de zile in care numele unui brand clipoceste in ochii a milioane de oameni. Cum te faci mai vizibil decat altii? Exista o competitie olimpica a brandurilor la Olimpiada? Cine ia aurul olimpic? Exista invinsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am insirat aici bezmetica o serie de intrebari. N-o sa stiu sa raspund la toate fara un research.:) Nici nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine am gasit blogul lui Phil Mooney istoric/"arhivist" pentru  compania Coca-Cola in ultimii 30 de ani. De actualitate pe blogul domnului sunt cateva posturi legate de participarea Coca-Cola la Olimpiada. Am preluat si eu aici cateva lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa am aflat ca anul acesta Coca-Cola a implinit 80 de ani de la primul "involvement" al brandului. In 1928, la Amsterdam, o nava maritima comerciala a adus pe tarmul european echipa americana si 1000 de cutii de Coca-Cola. Au fost vandute fara prea multa amploare promotionala, in niste chioscuri branduite, in imprejurimile Stadionului Olimpic. Singurele prezente in interiorul stadionului, la fiecae intrare au fost niste indicatoare create de un student la Arte american.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1964, la asiaticii japonezi, la Olimpiada de la Tokyo, a adus un ajutor in strada, a produs harti, indicatoare, puncte de informatii locale, un fel de dictionar japonez-englez de fraze comune, totul pentru a facilita comunicarea interculturala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O chestie de mentionat legat de Beijing 2008 pentru Coca-Cola aflam tot pe blogul mentionat mai sus. In peste 150 de tari, can-urile Coca-Cola contin un mesaj special, in cinstea olimpiadei:“In Mandarin*, Coca-Cola means ‘delicious happiness’.” Some packages will have a second line: “In Mandarin, Coca-Cola is pronounced ‘ke kou ke le’.” Daca gaseste cineva la noi, da-ti un semn. Pare-se ca e printre putinele mari companii ale lumii care au ales sa schimbe ambalajul produsului astfel due to Olympics. Sunt curioasa ce alte companii au mai facut asta si cat de bine si-au facut advertiserii treaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cam atat despre istorie, mai mult, daca gasiti interesant si educativ gasiti pe site-ul oficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*limba nationala oficiala din China, si in special dialectul principal vorbit in si in jurul Beijing-ului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. si totul a pornit de la cuibul de pasare :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-4409414839144170389?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/4409414839144170389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=4409414839144170389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4409414839144170389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4409414839144170389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/08/coca-cola-olympic-involvement-tic-tac.html' title='Coca-Cola - Olympic Involvement'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SKXj_BldrzI/AAAAAAAAASs/S9F7uSs4xOE/s72-c/cocacola_384_495024a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-2947121394893261107</id><published>2008-08-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:22:43.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream garden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SKNQiFqI7YI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xv38fzoPAhA/s1600-h/080506-175642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SKNQiFqI7YI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xv38fzoPAhA/s320/080506-175642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234115738499345794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-2947121394893261107?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/2947121394893261107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=2947121394893261107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2947121394893261107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2947121394893261107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream-garden.html' title='A dream garden...'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SKNQiFqI7YI/AAAAAAAAASk/Xv38fzoPAhA/s72-c/080506-175642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-70852021894920816</id><published>2008-08-05T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:44:47.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back... in time</title><content type='html'>N-am mai scris din aprilie. Multe motive...niciunul suficient de plauzibil. Am inceput sa scriu despre timp, ei bine l-am cam lasat sa treaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cateva ore, facand curatenie si incercand sa fac putin loc in jurul meu, sa pot respira, mi-am eliberat un dulap pentru hainele mamei mele. Ce am scos? Nu ca sa arunc ci doar sa mut undeva in libertate... Carti si caiete din liceu si generala, postere din bravo si popcorn pe care tata nu a mai apucat sa le puna drept tapet la toaleta de la tara, lucrari si teste la romana, istorie, fizica si mate. Iata ce m-a determinat sa scriu din nou, sa impartasesc aici.  Pare-se ca dileme am avut dintotdeauna. Stim ca e amuzant sa iti recitesti jurnalul, ba chiar am recunoscut recent ca mi se pare straniu sa recitesc si ce scriu aici, dar sa citesc o compunere pentru romana, din liceu, clasa a 9-a e tare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chipul si masca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ne mascam? De ce mergem la carnaval?&lt;br /&gt;Oare pentru ca... vrem sa ne distram sau pentru ca... gasim acel loc magic, al fantasticului, al aventurii, unde totul este posibil, unde raul este inofensiv?&lt;br /&gt;Mai presus de toate este important sa stim ce masca sa alegem si sa realizam motivul alegerii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne reprezinta masca?&lt;br /&gt;Da. Chiar daca nu ne dam seama, alegerea mastii este marcata de subiectivism, de sentimente profunde, de personalitate, "de aspiratii nemarturisite" (completeaza doamna profesoara). Nu se poate face o generalizare a tinerilor mai precis a mastilor alese de adolescenti. Totul porneste din adancul inimi, din interior si se materializeaza in exterior.&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu o persoana sensibila, timida, retrasa nu isi alege obligatoriu o masca in care sa se oglindeasca, ci poate, dimpotriva, ca o razvratire asupra destinului vrea sa devina altcineva (aparenta) lasand in urma chiar si pentru putin timp adevarata fiinta (esenta).&lt;br /&gt;In acea masca, in acea aparitie ne punem toate sperantele dorind ca acel erou urmarindu-ne de oriunde sa nu fie dezamagit.&lt;br /&gt;O masca reusita este aceea pentru care se pune suflet si pasiune in interpretare, care cu ajutorul chipului formeaza un intreg influentandu-se reciproc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castigam ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Invatam sa ne invngem temerile si treptat sa fim multumiti de ceea ce suntem cu adevarat. Trezind in noi setea de cunoastere, setea de aventura, de mister duce in final la  un regret: nu traim intr-o lume a vrajilor, a minunilor. Dar macar pentu cateva clipe apartinem unei lumi imaginare care ne schimba..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplu.naiv.timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SJjldZiM1vI/AAAAAAAAASc/GSGKLtwU__w/s1600-h/pic+blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SJjldZiM1vI/AAAAAAAAASc/GSGKLtwU__w/s320/pic+blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231183260424132338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-70852021894920816?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/70852021894920816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=70852021894920816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/70852021894920816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/70852021894920816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/08/coming-back-in-time.html' title='coming back... in time'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/SJjldZiM1vI/AAAAAAAAASc/GSGKLtwU__w/s72-c/pic+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7844038828310458643</id><published>2008-04-04T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:25:46.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic tic tic tac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>vineri song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Love is clockworks&lt;br /&gt;And cold steel&lt;br /&gt;Fingers to numb to feel&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze the handle&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candle&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see&lt;br /&gt;Wont you wrap the night&lt;br /&gt;Around me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love&lt;br /&gt;          Blindness" (U2)&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/theOne/aa5ad372a00420"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_aa5ad372a00420(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-7844038828310458643?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7844038828310458643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7844038828310458643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7844038828310458643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7844038828310458643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/04/vineri-song.html' title='vineri song'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7453000391237728323</id><published>2008-03-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:06:06.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tic tic tic tac'/><title type='text'>la voi cat e tic si cat e tac?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R-7mLQyWEAI/AAAAAAAAARk/twNY3wimg-M/s1600-h/56764,1175248086,3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R-7mLQyWEAI/AAAAAAAAARk/twNY3wimg-M/s320/56764,1175248086,3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183333302309097474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O conversatie cu un prieten drag m-a tinut treaza si m-a facut sa intreb: la voi cat e ceasul? La el era 12:12, la mine 03:12. Londra- Bucuresti. Ceva nu e bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din blogul meu despre timp nu putea sa lipseasca momentul asta. 30 martie 2008 - ora 03:12 - momentul in care, mi-am dat seama ca s-a intamplat: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"intinerisem invers" cu o ora intr-o clipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost la un ceai verde, ne-am jucat de-a palmele, de-a naufragiatii unui vas si de-a nebunii, am vorbit despre schimbatul orei, despre ora de toamna, despre somn mai putin sau mai mult, despre summit, despre echinoctiu... si tocmai ratasem cu cateva mustrari de constiinta o                                                                                   mare, o promisiune unui ghiocel, un rasarit.&lt;br /&gt;Acum - 03:32 probabil e la toata lumea ora noua, atunci a fost doar la mine. Asa vreau eu sa cred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-7453000391237728323?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7453000391237728323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7453000391237728323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7453000391237728323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7453000391237728323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-voi-cat-e-tic-si-cat-e-tac.html' title='la voi cat e tic si cat e tac?'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R-7mLQyWEAI/AAAAAAAAARk/twNY3wimg-M/s72-c/56764,1175248086,3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3875589888634723654</id><published>2008-03-28T14:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:20:51.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mie mi se intampla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dupa zi vine noapte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminder'/><title type='text'>x of 200</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am fost leapsuita de catre &lt;a href="http://ciocolata-minerala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; . Probabil ca leapsa a pornit din ideea de a crea comunitati virtuale :)) De exemplu: comunitatea celor care nu au inotat cu un delfin dar isi doresc asta. jokin'.  :) . So "stop chasing shadows, just enjoy a 200 q&amp;amp;a ride" - adaptare Morcheeba! Mai departe "tema" merge la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladylook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lady Paula&lt;/a&gt; si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ovidiu123.haipa.ro/"&gt;Pui de cuc&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins {&lt;i style=""&gt;must be done&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03) Climbed a mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;06) Held a tarantula. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;07) Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;08) Said ‘I love you’ and meant it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;09) Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;10) Done a striptease&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;11) Bungee jumped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;12) Visited Paris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;16) Gone to a huge sports game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;19) Touched an iceberg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;20) Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;21) Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;24) Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;27) Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;28) Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;30) Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;31) Asked out a stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;32) Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;34) Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;35) Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;36) Enacted a favourite fantasy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;40) Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;42) Hit a home run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;44) Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Adopted an accent for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;47) Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of USA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;53) Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;{still have}&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;55) Watched wild whales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;56) Stolen a sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;57) Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;58) Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;59) Rock climbing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;61) Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;62) Sky diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;63) Visited Ireland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;64) Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;span style=""&gt; {&lt;i style=""&gt;still counting&lt;/i&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;66) Visited Japan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;67) Bench pressed your own weight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;68) Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;69) Alphabetized your records &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; {Sailor Moon mai exact}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;71) Sung karaoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;72) Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;74) Scuba diving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;76) Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;77) Played in the mud&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;78) Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theatre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;80) Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;81) Visited the Great Wall of China &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;82) Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favour of something better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;84) Started a business &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) Toured ancient sites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;88) Sword fought for the honour of a woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;89) Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;90) Gotten engaged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ecranizarea cartii “Patul lui Procust” in varianta 12 I – proiect liceu }&lt;br /&gt;92) Crashed a party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;93) Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;95) Gotten married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; {in scoala generala la o serata}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in Venice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;102) Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;103) Gotten divorced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;105) Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;{once}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;109) Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;111) Recorded music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;112) Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to Thailand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;117) Been in a combat zone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;118) Buried one/both of your parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;119) Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; {de cateva ori &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;cu Andra sau Mihai}&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;125) Read - and understood - your credit report &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;126) Raised children &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favourite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;128) Followed your favourite band/singer on tour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;134) …more than once? - More than twice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;136) Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;138) Had plastic surgery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;143) Piloted an airplane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;144) Petted a stingray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;145) Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; {sprijin moral la nasterea unor purcelusi si am decojit niste oua de rata cu pui in ele}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;147) Been fired or laid off from a job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;150) Killed a human being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari {must be done}&lt;br /&gt;152) Ridden a motorcycle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced {b_ l _y  _u_to_}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;157) Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;158) Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;172) Had 2 - (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;173) Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;175) Gone back to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;176) Parasailed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;177) Changed your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;178) Petted a cockroach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;180) Read The Iliad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;183) …and gotten 86ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;189) Been elected to public office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;190) Written your own computer language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;191) Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;196) Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;197) Been a DJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;199) Written your own role playing game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;200) Been arrested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3875589888634723654?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3875589888634723654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3875589888634723654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3875589888634723654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3875589888634723654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/03/x-of-200.html' title='x of 200'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3151877672808301817</id><published>2008-03-08T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:37:07.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rasarit vestit de ghiocei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R9MXBEsb-XI/AAAAAAAAARc/XJecIaiW1XA/s1600-h/06032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R9MXBEsb-XI/AAAAAAAAARc/XJecIaiW1XA/s320/06032008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175505703986264434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foarte straniu cum se intampla lucruri...Acum o luna - doua am  promis ca atunci cand voi vedea primul &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ghiocel&lt;/span&gt; voi pleca la mare singura, un fel de evadare... De fapt mi-am promis sa dau si cateva telefoane si voi spune: Maine la ora 8:53 acceleratul va pleca din statia &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bucuresti Nord&lt;/span&gt; si va 'ateriza' la orele 13:24 in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Constanta&lt;/span&gt;. Vrei sa vezi rasaritul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am intalnit cu El/Ei intr-un loc care poate insemna pe viitor noi amintiri, noi barfe, noi momente frumoase, noi proiecte, noi crize, noi hartii de demisie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In curand...asteapta telefonul!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3151877672808301817?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3151877672808301817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3151877672808301817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3151877672808301817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3151877672808301817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/03/rasarit-vestit-de-ghiocei.html' title='rasarit vestit de ghiocei'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R9MXBEsb-XI/AAAAAAAAARc/XJecIaiW1XA/s72-c/06032008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-9035213912199653061</id><published>2008-02-28T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:09:55.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d&apos;ale publicitatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dau cu parerea in cap'/><title type='text'>Urmarita de "we try harder"</title><content type='html'>Pe la inceputurile publicitatii in viata mea intr-un mediu academic, adica la seminarul de Introducere in publicitate, long long time ago...am auzit &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"We try harder"&lt;/span&gt;! Mi-a ramas in minte. Rasfoind pagini de iqads am descoperit mesajul, mult mai emotional in spoturile astea prin perspectiva personificata a 'masinii parasite'.   :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.iqads.ro/clip_int/5964"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.iqads.ro/clip_int/5964" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="280" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.iqads.ro/clip_int/5962"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.iqads.ro/clip_int/5962" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="280" width="320"&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/1192642763465328978-9035213912199653061?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/9035213912199653061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=9035213912199653061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/9035213912199653061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/9035213912199653061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-try-harder.html' title='Urmarita de &quot;we try harder&quot;'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6305843537794754439</id><published>2008-02-25T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:10:25.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-a fotograful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dupa zi vine noapte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoinar'/><title type='text'>cu drag!</title><content type='html'>Mi-am luat zborul spre Sibiu.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHW6HMzbI/AAAAAAAAARE/vY4X3X_xogc/s1600-h/12022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHW6HMzbI/AAAAAAAAARE/vY4X3X_xogc/s320/12022008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171055256033611186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHIKHMzaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D82tMzvnId4/s1600-h/23022008-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHIKHMzaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/D82tMzvnId4/s320/23022008-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171055002630540706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHjaHMzcI/AAAAAAAAARM/n7DAHdqvJas/s1600-h/23022008%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHjaHMzcI/AAAAAAAAARM/n7DAHdqvJas/s320/23022008%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171055470781976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cartisoara - loc de clatite cu inghetata, un perete rosu, intre 3 portocalii si un eye contact cu un strain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NICqHMzdI/AAAAAAAAARU/2gXKf-wzqWE/s1600-h/23022008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NICqHMzdI/AAAAAAAAARU/2gXKf-wzqWE/s320/23022008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171056007652888018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aparent fericita :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-6305843537794754439?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6305843537794754439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6305843537794754439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6305843537794754439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6305843537794754439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/02/cu-drag.html' title='cu drag!'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R8NHW6HMzbI/AAAAAAAAARE/vY4X3X_xogc/s72-c/12022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1714665950981305029</id><published>2008-02-14T15:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:53:58.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mie mi se intampla'/><title type='text'>my out of nowhere hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R7TR46HMzYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/99HTjNq9iIg/s1600-h/spot-advan+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R7TR46HMzYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/99HTjNq9iIg/s320/spot-advan+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166985448103136642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daca pot sa citez pe cineva dintr-un film, as zice ca astazi my Valentine este abso.fuckin'.lutely el--&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;asta pentru ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducere:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ieseam eu frumos din camin si ma indreptam, tarziu ca de obicei, spre statia de autobuz. grozavesti- foisor, via rosetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intriga:&lt;/span&gt; Un caine alb, murdarici asa...cu ochii rosii apare pe poteca zgrumturoasa si ma latra cu multa daruire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desfasurarea actiunii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De fapt ma inconjoara cu ura, se apropie din ce in ce mai mult si tot ce il tine departe e punga de hartie cu echipamentul de dans. Cred ca am scos niste fraze de genul: 'Pleaca', 'Vezi-ti de treaba ta', 'Lasa-ma in pace'. Ce sa ma astept de la el?... cand nici oamenii nu asculta in momente din astea de furie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punctul culminant:&lt;/span&gt; Eram singura, fricoasa, ma vedeam deja muscata de un caine. Cand...din spate aud un alt latrat. Perfect, nu vedeam nici o sansa de a scapa...In 5 secunde a aparut in peisaj el, un cutu ca cel din poza, probabil mai uratel si mai neingrijit, daca nu si cu putina foame in stomac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sfarsit:&lt;/span&gt; el latra de fapt la fratele lui de specie ca sa ma lase in pace. Nu era impozant nici ca rasa comunitara, nici ca statura, nici ca statut... dar a fost acolo si i-a spus: 'Pleaca si las-o in pace!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-1714665950981305029?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1714665950981305029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1714665950981305029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1714665950981305029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1714665950981305029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-out-of-nowhere-hero.html' title='my out of nowhere hero'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R7TR46HMzYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/99HTjNq9iIg/s72-c/spot-advan+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8809673615508397631</id><published>2008-02-07T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T04:03:29.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoinar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dau cu parerea in cap'/><title type='text'>de-ale troleibuzului</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6rwJo34VQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oePpLRKs8h8/s1600-h/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6rwJo34VQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oePpLRKs8h8/s320/69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164203971114980610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astazi in troleibuzul (popular "troleu") 69, inainte de intersectia de la Foisor, o doamna (32- 35 ani), cu un buchet de flori in mana, l-a rugat pe sofer sa ii deschida usa din fata pentru a cobori. Soferul i-a spus ca nu se poate, lucru pe care si il cam stie lumea. Rar se mai intampla sa ti se deschida mai repede, daca nu e aglomeratie foarte mare si soferii se tem de 'explozia' pasagerilor. (riscul de 'tensiune' si 'scantei' in RATB e mare). revenind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu? la usa din mijloc ascult cu amuzament discutia unor domni referitoare la doamna grabita. Un domn care cara dupa el o geana mare si neagra de voiaj si un batranel de vreo 65 de ani, care tocmai isi inchidea ziarul.&lt;br /&gt;1: - Nu are voie sa ii deschida.&lt;br /&gt;2: - Daca suntem de la tara,ii sopteste la ureche, daca intelegi ce vreau sa spun...&lt;br /&gt;1: - Ce vrea, sa ii taie omului din salariu, sa nu mai aiba ce bani sa duca acasa?&lt;br /&gt;2. - Ei, poate nu e obisnuita sa stea la rand. De asta exista taxiuri...daca vrei sa cobori unde poftesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In vorba a intrat si o doamna care a bolborosit ceva inainte sa se deschida usa in statie.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...ce usor se coalizeaza oamenii sa ii judece pe altii si sa le puna o eticheta. A nu se intelege ca e corect ce a vrut sa faca doamna dar pe bune ca ne place sa ne dam cu parerea, mai ales daca nu suntem noi sau n-am fost in situatia despre care barfim. Me included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8809673615508397631?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8809673615508397631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8809673615508397631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8809673615508397631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8809673615508397631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-ale-troleibuzului.html' title='de-ale troleibuzului'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6rwJo34VQI/AAAAAAAAAP8/oePpLRKs8h8/s72-c/69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6310356912217456710</id><published>2008-01-31T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T03:52:11.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aseara candva in noapte - til kingdom come</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZFCeiVEEcc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ZFCeiVEEcc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versurile melodiei sunt prea frumoase si poate usor catalogate ca spun prostii, clisee sau alte banalitati romantice.  De putin timp ascult Coldplay. I-am trecut la muzica de sesiune alaturi de Norah Jones, Robbie Williams, James Morrison. Imi plac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa nu bat campii. La ora asta, obisnuita de altfel sa nu imi fie somn...melodia asta m-a facut sa imi dau seama ca timpul trece prea repede in jurul meu in ultimele 2 saptamani. Oare nu ar trebui sa simti asta atunci cand dormi prea mult? Ei bine eu...dorm pe la 2-3-4 dimineata, ma trezesc devreme, motai in autobuz, motai la birou (sau as vrea sa dorm), fac colectie de cearcane si dureri de cap trecatoare. Motivul: invat, citesc, pierd vremea pe messenger, caut muzica, trimit mailuri, scriu aici, vorbesc, ies, stau la pove, caut pretexte de visat cu ganduri deschise...viata mea, fara somn, pe scurt. prea multe ticaituri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si pentru ca se potriveste cu tic-tac-tac-tic ma gandeam ....oare am spus vreodata despre ce gaseti aici? pai...blogul asta deep down inside it... vorbeste despre TIMP. despre tic-tac-ul pe care il auzim zilnic in fiecare particica din noi (nu-mi spuneti ca nu aveti un tic-tac in stomac...), nu cu teama ci cu uimire. Tic-tac-ul meu mi-a spus astazi: Adela, iti sta bine creatza si asta m-a facut sa ma simt bine. Tic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6IsRo34VNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q5npnjyR5H4/s1600-h/IMG_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6IsRo34VNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q5npnjyR5H4/s320/IMG_2020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161736804461204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6It5434VPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QhV1pTDSuRc/s1600-h/IMG_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6It5434VPI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QhV1pTDSuRc/s320/IMG_2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161738595462567154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-6310356912217456710?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6310356912217456710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6310356912217456710' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6310356912217456710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6310356912217456710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/aseara-candva-in-noapte-til-kingdom.html' title='aseara candva in noapte - til kingdom come'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R6IsRo34VNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/q5npnjyR5H4/s72-c/IMG_2020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7419531881128820689</id><published>2008-01-28T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:04:39.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Publicitate in familie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;El e alesul. E un scump, stiu.  Bravo, green day boy!&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWIFRNdgAVs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWIFRNdgAVs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-7419531881128820689?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7419531881128820689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7419531881128820689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7419531881128820689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7419531881128820689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/publicitate-in-familie.html' title='Publicitate in familie'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5098713167084133308</id><published>2008-01-23T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:15:12.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick - tock</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKKYNg-LiNw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vKKYNg-LiNw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1192642763465328978-5098713167084133308?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5098713167084133308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5098713167084133308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5098713167084133308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5098713167084133308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/tick-tock.html' title='tick - tock'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-526971522059518627</id><published>2008-01-20T12:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T12:44:54.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotograf amator in Roma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dau cu parerea in cap'/><title type='text'>fericiti sau nu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R5OxGjNpl2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lRr9jCHGzOo/s1600-h/roma+io+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R5OxGjNpl2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lRr9jCHGzOo/s320/roma+io+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157660724359173986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi spuna mie cineva ca fotografia asta nu se apropie de Wicked game al  lui Chris Isaac. Poate nu vad eu bine dar privirea EI asta imi spune. Desi initial am spus, ce draguti sunt! Ignorand faptul ca rama+tabloul, adica povestea lor retro, costa 108 eur, iata interpretarea mea: Pun pariu ca el s-a prins, ironic i-a adus flori si acum o intreaba: my girl... my girl...tell me where did you sleep last night. Iar eu am vrut sa fiu rea, uite ca am fost.&lt;br /&gt;Astept alte scenarii...indrazniti! Pentru zoom, dati click pe poza. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-526971522059518627?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/526971522059518627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=526971522059518627' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/526971522059518627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/526971522059518627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/fericiti-sau-nu.html' title='fericiti sau nu?'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R5OxGjNpl2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lRr9jCHGzOo/s72-c/roma+io+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8897807012557648577</id><published>2008-01-20T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:02:17.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>| _ -  ) ... : ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R5Nh1zNpl1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/CbxCj_o9lbY/s1600-h/puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R5Nh1zNpl1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/CbxCj_o9lbY/s320/puzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157573575177770834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG6TS2huZpI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG6TS2huZpI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-8897807012557648577?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8897807012557648577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8897807012557648577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8897807012557648577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8897807012557648577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='| _ -  ) ... : ;'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R5Nh1zNpl1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/CbxCj_o9lbY/s72-c/puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5848434794759844929</id><published>2008-01-16T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:54:11.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dupa zi vine noapte'/><title type='text'>Zboara candva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;Actually... I wish you could fly chiar daca nu cu aripile mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/moaO7f6-tws&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/moaO7f6-tws&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-5848434794759844929?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5848434794759844929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5848434794759844929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5848434794759844929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5848434794759844929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/zboara.html' title='Zboara candva!'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6547500975549332038</id><published>2008-01-10T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T02:55:29.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>versuri dedicate mie</title><content type='html'>Johnny Cash - Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi au fost scris in alt context, asta mi-am dat seama din videoclip, a fost ceva care mi-a placut atunci cand le-am auzit. Daca as putea as inversa ultimele doua posturi... cam asta ar fi ordinea. Pentru ca revelatia cu fericirea merita sa fie pe primul loc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R4X3mzNpl0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/n91zbYsBtgU/s1600-h/Where-I-May-Go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R4X3mzNpl0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/n91zbYsBtgU/s320/Where-I-May-Go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153797594549950274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                               "I hurt myself today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to see if I still feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I focus on the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only thing that's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the needle tears a hole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try to kill it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I remember everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what have I become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goes away in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you could have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wear this crown of thorns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;upon my liar's chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cannot repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beneath the stains of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the feelings disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what have I become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goes away in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and you could have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if I could start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a million miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would keep myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would find a way"&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/1192642763465328978-6547500975549332038?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6547500975549332038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6547500975549332038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6547500975549332038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6547500975549332038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/versuri-dedicate-mie.html' title='versuri dedicate mie'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R4X3mzNpl0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/n91zbYsBtgU/s72-c/Where-I-May-Go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7120246970298267184</id><published>2008-01-08T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:03:56.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cand adela scrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminder'/><title type='text'>noul hit al gandurilor mele :D</title><content type='html'>Pe langa melodia asta mai au loc si gandurile exprimate ale profului de Creatie in Publicitate, Costin Popescu. Sa fac  o interpretare: "Fratilor, FERICIREA nu vine. Trebuie sa v-o faceti. Daca nu vreti, atunci nu o asteptati." Cand ne-a spus ca s-a simtit fericit  in tinerete, in timp ce 2 ore, spectacolul lumii ii arata ritualul de imperechere al unor gugustiuci...am zambit si mi-a spus ca nu sunt singura care ar trai asa ceva.  Ei, bine, nu fug acum in cautarea fericirii mele in padurea X sau in parcul Y. Nu vreau sa sune a "vorba mare", no senor,  dar stiu ca fericirea mea trebuie cautata, chiar daca nu va fi opera mea adresata direct mie ci reflectata din fericirile sau trairile altora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi m-a intrebat cineva: Cu cat pot sa iti cumpar fericirea? Asta pentru ca i-am spus ca am nevoie de bani pentru a-mi cauta fericirile. I-am raspuns un egoist si fricos "e priceless". Gresit spun acum, e nevoie de putin pentru a-mi incepe fericirile. As cauta voluntari care sa ma trezeasca din cand in cand. Tin postul asta ca reminder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4w0hHxrj7do&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4w0hHxrj7do&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-7120246970298267184?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7120246970298267184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7120246970298267184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7120246970298267184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7120246970298267184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2008/01/noul-hit-al-gandurilor-mele-d.html' title='noul hit al gandurilor mele :D'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8763614142092833123</id><published>2007-12-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:26:45.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-a fotograful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoty'/><title type='text'>fire de fericire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K5eucYYfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/c14nW0A0Pds/s1600-h/IMG_1040%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K5eucYYfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/c14nW0A0Pds/s320/IMG_1040%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143877661924811250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K4recYYeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PJL-lrmzi-E/s1600-h/IMG_1017%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K4recYYeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PJL-lrmzi-E/s320/IMG_1017%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143876781456515554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2KtI-cYYbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0Ssc9jm7h_c/s1600-h/IMG_1462%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2KtI-cYYbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/0Ssc9jm7h_c/s320/IMG_1462%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143864094123123122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K37ecYYdI/AAAAAAAAAOs/YY8a1OlW2Lg/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K6vucYYgI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fBImuy8mAc4/s320/IMG_1465%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143879053494215170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8763614142092833123?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8763614142092833123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8763614142092833123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8763614142092833123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8763614142092833123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/12/fire-de-fericire.html' title='fire de fericire'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R2K5eucYYfI/AAAAAAAAAO8/c14nW0A0Pds/s72-c/IMG_1040%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3587342280557733702</id><published>2007-12-10T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:25:55.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 decembrie - La multi ani pentru tatal meu.</title><content type='html'>I-a zis bunica lui: "Tine minte, dragul mamii, ca te-a nascut maica lunea, mult iti va placea lumea". Lui ii place lumea intr-adevar, ii plac oamenii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-a sunat el, cred ca nu am mai vorbit de o saptamana. Desi stiam, l-am intrebat: "Cati ani  ai implinit, tati?". " O jumatate de secol". Tatal meu implineste astazi 50 de ani. Ii doresc tot binele din lume si sa nu renunte la lucrurile care il fac fericit. Aseara a vorbit cu mama la telefon, de la 11 pana dupa 12, ca doi indragostiti de la inceputul relatiei, cand ea vrea sa fie prima care ii spune la multi ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce merita spus aici. Iubesc expresia de pe chipul tatalui meu atunci cand imi povesteste despre lumea la tara, despre vecinii de peste drum, despre sparagania de dupa taiatul porcului si despre cum cu un semn si o vorba o face pe lelea lu' Arsene sa joace. E mult mai mult de spus. Ceea ce simte el, fericirea lui, pe care o impartaseste...imi da sperante ca poti fi fericit si implinit si la 50 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R10myhcMJpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Ff6UcjsLV4/s1600-h/father-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 152px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R10myhcMJpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Ff6UcjsLV4/s320/father-daughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142308998938896018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3587342280557733702?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3587342280557733702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3587342280557733702' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3587342280557733702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3587342280557733702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-multi-ani-pentru-tatal-meu.html' title='10 decembrie - La multi ani pentru tatal meu.'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R10myhcMJpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Ff6UcjsLV4/s72-c/father-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-2090570477451486132</id><published>2007-12-07T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:20:48.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>after the rain comes sun, after the rain comes rain again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;Ce frumos, ce frumos...doar mi-am dorit sa apara soare si a aparut. Acum imi incazeste  obrazul drept si imi incetoseaza privirea ochiului drept. Dar e bine. Si e iarna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Follow me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To a place where you only dreamt of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Before i came along&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tIYoorXGITE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-2090570477451486132?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/2090570477451486132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=2090570477451486132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2090570477451486132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2090570477451486132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-rain-comes-sun-after-rain-comes.html' title='after the rain comes sun, after the rain comes rain again'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-4087710450969847627</id><published>2007-12-06T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:03:24.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cand adela scrie'/><title type='text'>dorinta dorintelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R1f8FBcMJoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eaAlCtq6IKg/s1600-h/Image196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R1f8FBcMJoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eaAlCtq6IKg/s320/Image196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140854662882928258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost odata ca niciodata ziua mea. 21 in 21. Nu cred ca am sarbatorit vreodata mai mult timp ca anul acesta. &lt;br /&gt;Am inceput marti cu mini petrecerea surpriza facuta de prieteni: tort, sampania si vin in camin , am continuat miercuri cu ziua mea, sarbatorita la birou, cu mult dulce si sfarsita cu o iesire in doi, film si plimbare. Apoi, joi, marea petrecere cu 19 invitati intr-o camera de 2, cu popcorn, pizza, vin si praji si muzica tare si deranjat vecini. Aaaa..si mima. Apoi, de vineri pana alaltaieri, cred ca au fost vreo 2,3 zile in care nu mi s-a spus la multi ani. In fine, am petrecut, am primit cadouri foarte dragute. Si da, pot sa zic ca a fost ziua mea frumoasa in camin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fapt sa revin la motivul acestui post. Nu ca sa ma laud ce frumos am sarbatorit ci sa am motiv sa vorbesc despre dorinta dorintelor. O veche superstitie spune ca nu e bine sa iti spui dorintele pentru ca nu se indeplinesc. Ei bine, ma risc. Dorinta mea e dorinta dorintelor. Intotdeauna cand suflu in lumanare, asta si pentru ca tot timpul sunt luata prin surprindere si prea emotionata ca sa gandesc spun repede cu fire de gand: imi doresc, imi doresc, imi doresc: SA FIU FERICITA. Ce inseamna asta, sincer, nici eu nu stiu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea de post mi-a venit saptamana asta mergand cu autobuzul, aproape singurele momente pe zi in care gandesc pentru mine si cu mine. Desi urasc autobuzele si ele pe mine, avem si zile de pact: Serile in care ma bucur de aglomeratie pentru ca imi ia mai mult timp sa ajung acasa. E o jumatate de ora/o ora pentru ganduri, pentru citit, pentru visat cu ochii deschisi. Recunosc ca se mai intampla sa fie si inchisi. Daca mai ai parte si de cate un stand up comedy sau o cearta devine si mai amuzant. Bun...revin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultimul timp am devenit mai pragmatica si mai concentrata pe ce pot face sau ce trebuie sa fac, masurabil. Si atunci, m-am intrebat. Dorinta dorintelor mi s-a implinit? Sunt? Am? Voi? Nu e ca atunci cand iti doresti o masina, o ciocolata, o pereche de pantofi sau un parfum. It's not touchable. De exemplu, vine seara de Ajun a Ajunului de Anul Nou. Si ai o stare mai naspa, esti stresat ca nu ai idee cum va iesi de Revelion, ai mancat prea mult de Craciun, iti e frig si alte si alte probleme... si zici: ce viata nefericita. Poate nu zici dar sigur te simti ne fericit. Si atunci, daca ai avea un calendar mare pe care sa-ti notezi in fiecare zi fericirea. Cum ar fi?  Oare asa pot masura fericirea? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjnvSQuv-H4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjnvSQuv-H4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-4087710450969847627?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/4087710450969847627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=4087710450969847627' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4087710450969847627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4087710450969847627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/12/dorinta-dorintelor.html' title='dorinta dorintelor'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/R1f8FBcMJoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/eaAlCtq6IKg/s72-c/Image196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3340716971732718113</id><published>2007-11-28T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:37:33.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Music de autobuz - Info prooooo</title><content type='html'>Dedicatie pentru toate autobuzele care nu au muzica, in care soarele nu intra pentru ca inauntru e prea inghesuit si intuneric. Oamenii par sa il respinga cu mutrele lor posomorate. Noroc ca se mai urca niste nebune (se stiu ele), pline de viata, cu ras isteric. :))&lt;br /&gt;Rasul in autobuz rulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pxo2-WpP50Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pxo2-WpP50Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1192642763465328978-3340716971732718113?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3340716971732718113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3340716971732718113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3340716971732718113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3340716971732718113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/11/music-de-autobuz-info-prooooo.html' title='Music de autobuz - Info prooooo'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8632748557823803816</id><published>2007-10-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:58:48.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-a fotograful'/><title type='text'>pe aripi de porumbel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd_P0ZMkyI/AAAAAAAAANs/NRG2KL9wJnA/s1600-h/roma+io+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122703010896319266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd_P0ZMkyI/AAAAAAAAANs/NRG2KL9wJnA/s320/roma+io+253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd9YUZMkxI/AAAAAAAAANk/6d_EzXo4NHQ/s1600-h/roma+io+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122700957901951762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd9YUZMkxI/AAAAAAAAANk/6d_EzXo4NHQ/s320/roma+io+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd70UZMkwI/AAAAAAAAANc/u2kbArm2g1g/s1600-h/IMG_8602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122699239915033346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd70UZMkwI/AAAAAAAAANc/u2kbArm2g1g/s320/IMG_8602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd7PEZMkvI/AAAAAAAAANU/-6kaJkSuZ9g/s1600-h/IMG_8601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122698599964906226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd7PEZMkvI/AAAAAAAAANU/-6kaJkSuZ9g/s320/IMG_8601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8632748557823803816?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8632748557823803816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8632748557823803816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8632748557823803816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8632748557823803816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/10/pe-aripi-de-porumbel.html' title='pe aripi de porumbel'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rxd_P0ZMkyI/AAAAAAAAANs/NRG2KL9wJnA/s72-c/roma+io+253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3313048024148024019</id><published>2007-10-18T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:54:07.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cand adela scrie'/><title type='text'>m-am intors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cum e sa incepi sa scrii pe blog dupa o pauza de aproape 3 luni?&lt;/span&gt; Greu, stiam asta. De fapt mi-as fi dorit ca in vacanta sa pot impartasi cu cei care mai citesc din cand in cand ceea ce scriu, macar cateva ganduri din Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu m-ati vazut inca, sa stiti ca am supravietuit primului zbor cu avionul. La viata mea scurta de pana acum, 20 de ani, pot sa spun ca a fost una dintre cele mai tari experiente. Ca si toata vacanta mea de 3 saptamani jumate petrecute in Roma. Am mers mult, foarte mult, exagerat de mult. Culmea, ca nu am apucat sa vad toata Roma, adica toate obiectivele. Poate din dorinta de a ma reintoarce, asa cum iti promite Fontana di Trevi (cel care arunca o moneda si isi pune o dorinta se va intoarce cu siguranta in Roma). Daca picioarele mele ar putea urla pe masura numarului de pasi pe care i-au facut pe pamant italian, cred ca planeta ar fi amenintata grav de poluare fonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cum am inceput?&lt;/span&gt; Am primit de la Kif, un dosar cu obiectivele de vizitat in Roma, aranjate pe culori, in functie de importanta si obligativitate etc, din care am citit. M-au interesat locurile neconventionale pe care mi le recomanda textul, pentru ca despre celelalte era relativ usor sa afli. Ca un turist neexperimentat, inchipuiti-va ca m-am dus in balerini cu elastic ;i slapi sa colind "orasul etern". Nu foarte inspirat. La sfarsitul calatoriei mele mi-am achizitionat si o pereche de sandale de turis. Asta e...invatam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primele zile, mama, super grijulie, avea tendinta sa ma insoteasca peste tot. Dar oricum programul nu-i permitea sa faca asta si nici rabdarea. Nu cred ca va imaginati cum e sa astepti dupa cineva (adica dupa mine) sa fie multumit de o fotografie, pe strada, in muzeu, in tramvai, pe terasa unui restaurant. Seteaza luminozitatea, seteaza timpul de expunere, da vina pe aparat, pe miscarea obiectului...pretexte care sa acopere faptul ca nu am citit manualul de utilizare al aparatului foto si exigenta pe care o autoadresez. Legat de cum m-am descurcat singura, am ajuns sa cunosc Roma mai bine ca Bucurestiul: metrou, tramvaie, autobuze, tren, orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Comunicarea. &lt;/span&gt;Super confuza cu limbile straine. Ma descurcam foarte greu cu engleza, nu prea stia nimeni, in afara de cativa negrii de la bancarele (tarabele de pe strada), influenta catorva telenovele se simtea, imi venea sa vorbesc in spaniola, mai stiam italiana de la Clubul Elevilor din Sibiu. Crunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ce am vazut?&lt;/span&gt; In primul rand, marturisesc ca am scris foarte putin, nu am prea ascultat un sfat care mi s-a dat chiar aici pe blog. Asta pentru ca am banuit ca fiecare succesiune de fotografii imi va aduce de o zi, de un moment, de o persoana, de o stare. True... Insa cele cateva pagini pe care am apucat sa le scriu: in metrou, pe strada, in fata Coloseumului, pe bancuta din Piaza Hungaria, sunt tare amuzante. Le voi publica in intregime aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;brainstorming&lt;/span&gt;: statui, monumente (Columna, Fontana di Trevi), muzee (Musei Capitolini, Musei Vaticani), biserici, capele, Vatican, San Pietro, Piaza di Spania, Viale del Corso, blocuri foarte bine ingrijite (palaze), bancarele, cumparaturi la supermarket, prajituri de la pasticeria Il Cigno (Lebada-o cofetarie pentru cei care vor sa serveasca micul-dejun, o cafeluta si o prajiturica, pe terasa, citind ziarul, ca sa-i vada lumea, jos palaria pentru bunatati si pentru cum arata localul), masline, straini multi, italieni - barbati frumosi si superextra ingrijiti (asta trebuie sa fie descris separat), multi romani, conversatie scalciata in italiana, multa pizza, haine, reduceri, carabinieri, Luna Park, parcul cel mai tare: Villa Bourghese, mare cu nisip negru, inghetata Giollitti, pepene galben cu prosciuto crudo, salate de salata, dealurile Romei: Piaza delle Muse, Auditorium Parco della musica (am ratat un concert Pink), Kira - catelul lup pe care l-am plimbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Am fost pentru 3 saptamani&lt;/span&gt;: turist, fiica, italianca-pariollina (pentru ca stateam in Pariolli, o zona de fite din Roma), romanca, persoana care matura flori albe de leandru, dadaca pentru Kira, devoratoare de pizza sau de paste sau de merendine la micul-dejun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut oameni interesanti, oameni care m-au ajutat, dar si oameni care se mirau ca tu esti un om atat de om. Evident ca italienii sunt niste campioni la ipocrizie si imi pare rau ca spun asta pentru putinii care chiar nu merita. Daca aici devin acida e pentru ca 'Vai cat esti de frumoasa, vai cat esti de inalta, vai cat esti de educata', pentru mine nu inseamna mare lucru, atunci cand pe la spate nu apreciezi munca unui om. In fine, enough cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momente aparte de care imi aduc aminte cu drag sunt plimbarile nocturne cu mama si cu tanti Nicoleta (doamna la care am stat). E super interesant sa asculti femeile povestind. Eu eram cu pozele si cu sfaturile mele de tanara rebela. Le multumesc ca m-au suportat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt multe de povestit, mai las si pentru data viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!Vezi albumul de fotografii. am surprins ce mi-a placut mie din 'dolce vita italiana'. Va be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3313048024148024019?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3313048024148024019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3313048024148024019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3313048024148024019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3313048024148024019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/10/m-am-intors.html' title='m-am intors'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3271430724141367160</id><published>2007-07-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:28:16.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de toate'/><title type='text'>va salut cu rotacism</title><content type='html'>Am sarbatorit cu &lt;a href="http://ciocolata-minerala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt; cu Salitos pe balconul de la birou. Chiar am adormit pe balcon. O ameteala dulce. Maine plec in Sibiu, parasesc locsorul meu de 2 ani de zile. Astazi mi-am trimis bagajele si maine ma asteapta Sibiul. Ma acomodez un pic cu Sibiul, la mine la tara, pe iarba, in curte, doing some pancakes with my dad. Lenevire si soare. Apoi Sibiu, intalnire cu prieteni, trebuiri pe acasa, renovari, cumparaturi and stuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vineri back to Bucharest via aeroport. Ma asteapta mama. Promit sa va fac cu mana din avion. Si nu, nu o zic cu snobism, doar ca ma bucur ca zbor, deasupra norilor, prima data. Norii pe care ii iubesc atat de mult. Imi place sa ii fotografiez, imi place sa vad forme, imi place sa deslusesc anim&lt;a onclick="return false;" tabindex="10" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alute sau alte fiinte ocrotitoare, imi place sa mi-i imaginez zambind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca cineva imi simte lipsa, va las posturile trecute sa le comentati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibiu here i come. Rome here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3271430724141367160?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3271430724141367160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3271430724141367160' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3271430724141367160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3271430724141367160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/07/va-salut-cu-rotacism.html' title='va salut cu rotacism'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6678018581362259780</id><published>2007-07-05T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:24:16.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><title type='text'>boys boys boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Roz9WebLRqI/AAAAAAAAANE/xm2l39Bajo4/s1600-h/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Roz9WebLRqI/AAAAAAAAANE/xm2l39Bajo4/s320/cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083716641960445602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma mut. Ieri am inceput prin a cumpara saci menajeri grosi, m-am inarmat cu scotch. M-am gandit eu ca ar fi foarte practic sa gasesc cutii de carton. Am inceput cu magazinul cu umbrela verde ('daca-ti dau pe datorie, te mai vad la pravalie?'), de fapt ex-verde ca acum nu mai are deloc. Nu am gasit. Prin urmare, am ajuns la magazinul din spatele blocului, langa strada, sub restaurantul Persia. Nu stiti unde e oricum dar imi place sa spun. Si...surpriza, un tip foarte dragut lucreaza acolo. Probabil pe timpul verii pentru ca nu l-am mai vazut pana acum. Parul saten deschis, blonzit parca de soare ii incurca de cateva ori privirea capruie, e inalt si..as spune good looking. Cand l-am vazut m-am simtit ca in clasa a 9-a cand vedeam un tip, imi placea, roseam si pastram imaginea lui cateva zile in minte, facand presupuneri, fantezii la cum ar trebui sa vorbim, cum ar fi prima plimbare, 'oare avem ce sa vorbim?'. Le-as numi copilarii de 15 ani. Oare? Intotdeauna am avut teama momentelor de tacere dintre oamenii care nu se cunosc, la prima intalnire. Nu am putina incredere in abilitatilr mele oratoricesti. :P&lt;br /&gt;Sa revenim. Nu stiu daca va e familiar sentimentul de intoarcere in timp. Mai mult, sentimentul ca acel timp vrei sa il pastrezi. Si timpul fuge. Mai stau 2 zile in blocul acela din fata magazinului. Pe seara m-am intors la acelasi magazin sa ma conving ca nu e una dintre imaginatiile mele. Mi-am luat o inghetata de la Betty Ice si da, el mi-a deschis, el mi-a luat banii, el. Deci era acolo si nu visasem. e posibil sa nu imi placa, nu il cunosc, nu ma cunoaste, dar are ceva...Ceva ce multi au avut, imi poate reprosa 'vocea interioara'. Cred ca nu e vorba numai de el, e vorba de dulcele sentiment de flirt. Fetelor le place, mie imi place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Mi-a placut ca desi nu avea cutii goale a incercat sa elibereze una, sa scoata multe croissante Seven Days si sa le indese pe raft. A reusit. A fost funny. Vanzatoarea mi-a zis sa vin de dimineata ca vor primi marfa. Eu imi imaginam 8 dimineata dar nu m-am trezit. Asa ca la 9 jumatate Adela era la magazin. El era acolo. I-am zis traditionalul salut din Bucuresti 'Buna'. Mi-a raspuns cu un zambet: Asa de dimineata? In fine, mi-a dat o cutie si mi-a promis ca incearca sa pastreze si altele.&lt;br /&gt;Interesant: nu e genul care sa se bage in seama degeaba pentru ca in fata lui o tipa imbracata in pantaloni scurti si maieu de vara ii cere niste cutii de carton.&lt;br /&gt;Marturisire: daca voi avea curaj sa-i marturisesc interesul meu, 'pasiunea mea ascunsa' :)) va fi intr-un mod departe de maturitate (probabil pe vreun biletel or something). Nu, nu ii cer prietenia si nu ii cer sa ii dea verde prietenei lui pentru mine. Nu stiu...mister. i've got nothing to lose. Daca se face un poll aici, cu siguranta nimeni nu crede ca am curaj. Pentru ca asa e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!reminder: post: tipul din autobuz -  in liceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.trilulilu.ro/flash/eaudioplayer.swf?hash=7d823c04047512&amp;userid=zummagio"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/flash/eaudioplayer.swf?hash=7d823c04047512&amp;amp;userid=zummagio" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="46" width="448"&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/1192642763465328978-6678018581362259780?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6678018581362259780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6678018581362259780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6678018581362259780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6678018581362259780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/07/boys-boys-boys.html' title='boys boys boys'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Roz9WebLRqI/AAAAAAAAANE/xm2l39Bajo4/s72-c/cutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8726258817351261444</id><published>2007-07-05T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:57:13.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-a fotograful'/><title type='text'>rasari rasari rasari</title><content type='html'>Imi e rusine sa spun ca nici acum nu am reusit sa scriu de aventura de weekend la mare. De fapt prea multe nu erau de spus, erau de aratat. Daaa...am facut multe poze. Foarte multe dar foarte putine reusite. Vroiam sa merg cu prietenii mei dar nu s-a putut, a fost bine si asa. Vroiam sa ajung in 2 Mai, nu s-a mai vrut. Nu vreau sa fiu inteleasa gresit, a fost ok in Costinesti dar 2 Mai inseamna ceva pentru mine. Vroiam sa verific spiritul de 2 Mai. Sa ma plimb pe unica strada si sa simt mirosul de peste de la terasele in strada. Hmmm...si oare cum arata retsurantul acela dragutz plasat peste drum de straduta care te aduce de pe plaja, cu gradina, cu flori, cu ronduri unde alearga copii. Sa revin. Bat campii. :) Dupa ce am mancat salata Nicole la o terasa in Costinesti si dupa ce 'grupul' cu care eram a hotarat sa mearga fiecare pe unde vrea, am ajuns cu Kif in White Horse. Aici am simtit ceva din spiritul de interactiune pe terasa. Mi s-a spus: 'esti in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;White Horse&lt;/span&gt;, trebuie sa vii pe 'ring' sa dansezi' Nu conta ca dansau 20 de oameni si restul meselor erau goale, era muzica buna, muzica pe care stiai sa o canti, simteai ca vrei sa sari, sa strigi, sa dai din cap, sa te prinzi intr-o hora, simteai ca vrei sa iti balansezi corpul de pe un picior pe altul, sa lasi capul pe spate si sa canti. O Vama, O Pasarea colibri, un Iris, un Nightwish. Ne-au prins zorii in WH. Eu eram imbracata in rochita verde, faimoasa rochita verde, cam nepotrivita pentru atmosfera dar who the f*** cared? Nimanui. asta e farmecul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asteptam de mult rasaritul, de data asta nu doar ca sa il vad ci sa il si fotografiez. Era sa il pierdem pentru ca dupa cunostintele mele trebuia sa rasara intre 6 - 6:15. Evident asta era prin august la sfarsit. Ce sa-i faci, cu fetele la jurnaslim. :) Rasaritul a fost mirobolannt (cum zice un prieten de al meu Ghitisor). Acum...Impartasesc cu voi rasaritul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rozh4-bLRnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yv37aPWufYQ/s1600-h/IMG_5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083686448340354674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rozh4-bLRnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yv37aPWufYQ/s320/IMG_5584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RozghObLRmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TrVMeeJSGgs/s1600-h/IMG_5652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083684940806833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RozghObLRmI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TrVMeeJSGgs/s320/IMG_5652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RozfJObLRlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/l38WStpC1HA/s1600-h/IMG_5709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083683428978345554" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RozjDebLRoI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qammAOkVmPs/s320/IMG_5533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s. ultima e ca sa demonstrez ca am fost acolo. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8726258817351261444?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8726258817351261444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8726258817351261444' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8726258817351261444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8726258817351261444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/07/rasari-rasari-rasari.html' title='rasari rasari rasari'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rozh4-bLRnI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Yv37aPWufYQ/s72-c/IMG_5584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3672018434511305373</id><published>2007-07-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:34:51.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>I hope you don't mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/buzVBu0bR-w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/buzVBu0bR-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-3672018434511305373?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3672018434511305373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3672018434511305373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3672018434511305373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3672018434511305373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/07/se-canta.html' title='I hope you don&apos;t mind'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6544372544066697777</id><published>2007-07-03T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:11:29.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-a fotograful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de toate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoinar'/><title type='text'>unii chiar vor sa faca orasul frumos</title><content type='html'>Noroc ca iau decizii proaste in ceea ce priveste transportul in comun...cateodata nu gandesc. Ieri am luat tramvaiul 14 in loc sa iau autobuzul 133 ca sa ajung cat mai aproape de drumul spre Vitan. Tocmai bine ca am coborat la Sfanta Vineri si am ocolit Unirea spre statia pentru 123. Si...surpriza, fantanile. Stiam de ele din Compact dar nu am ajuns sa le vad. Credeam ca a 'expirat' oferta lui &lt;a href="http://blog.gontz.com/"&gt;Daniel Gonz &lt;/a&gt;de a vedea o parte din oras in culori. mergeti sa le vedeti. E mai mult decat aici in poze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopbNubLReI/AAAAAAAAALk/v_3ckaCwuaU/s1600-h/IMG_5787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082975420799469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopbNubLReI/AAAAAAAAALk/v_3ckaCwuaU/s320/IMG_5787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopavObLRdI/AAAAAAAAALc/gfZdp61WI4Q/s1600-h/IMG_5785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082974896813458898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopavObLRdI/AAAAAAAAALc/gfZdp61WI4Q/s320/IMG_5785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopZeubLRcI/AAAAAAAAALU/X20cZr2V4w4/s1600-h/IMG_5788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082973513833989570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopZeubLRcI/AAAAAAAAALU/X20cZr2V4w4/s320/IMG_5788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-6544372544066697777?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6544372544066697777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6544372544066697777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6544372544066697777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6544372544066697777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/07/unii-chiar-vor-sa-faca-orasul-frumos.html' title='unii chiar vor sa faca orasul frumos'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RopbNubLReI/AAAAAAAAALk/v_3ckaCwuaU/s72-c/IMG_5787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-4818018136558820535</id><published>2007-06-28T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:42:36.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoty'/><title type='text'>e si soare, dar imi doream un curcubeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPfxebLRZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UHIiaNZzGc8/s1600-h/IMG_5502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPfxebLRZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UHIiaNZzGc8/s320/IMG_5502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081150845677684114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;atentie la umbre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPhiebLRbI/AAAAAAAAALM/2GcnnKG9e2E/s1600-h/IMG_5492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPhiebLRbI/AAAAAAAAALM/2GcnnKG9e2E/s320/IMG_5492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081152787002901938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-4818018136558820535?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/4818018136558820535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=4818018136558820535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4818018136558820535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4818018136558820535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/e-si-soare-dar-imi-doream-un-curcubeu.html' title='e si soare, dar imi doream un curcubeu'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPfxebLRZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UHIiaNZzGc8/s72-c/IMG_5502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8913682478239791512</id><published>2007-06-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:50:00.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dileme de vara</title><content type='html'>Mai sunt 15 zile si ma asteapta Roma. E normal ca asteptarea sa fie grea, dar e si mai aiurea cand gandurile nu iti dau pace, cand simti ca pamantul iti cam fuge de sub picioare. Nu, n-am simtit niciun cutremur. Mai concret vorbind... cand acoperisul iti fuge de deasupra capului. Doi ani de zile din studentie, din viata, din mine, din Bucuresti i-am petrecut intr-un cute place, garsoniera noastra de pe Viorele, cu Salt and Pepper in fata, cu metroul la 3 minute, cu lift pentru etaje pare si impare, cu cainele Florica, cu batraneii din fata blocului (unii mai simpatici decat altii), cu chefurile de la noi, cu sleepover, cu sleep in general :p, cu clatite, cu vin (mult vin), cu multi prieteni, cu seri de filme, cu popcorn, cu sesiune rece si calda, cu invatat pana dimineata, cu zile de curatenie, cu gatit interesant, rar dar cu rezultate, cu... tot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt;: sunt prea atasata de amintiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun, acum cateva saptamani ni s-a spus: 'nu mai puteti conta pe aceasta garsoniera'. Cum ar fi trebuit sa privim asta? Evident nu trebuia sa intreb, lucrurile au mers de la sine. Am plans ca copilele, am cerut sprijin moral parintilor (rareori sunt vulnerabila in fata lor, desi sunt great parents), am plans, am plans... Ne fugea universul construit, ni se spunea sa ne luam jucariile si sa plecam acasa. Acasa unde? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt;: sunt puerila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acasa in Sibiu? Nu. Acasa inalt loc, pe care va trebui sa il luam de la zero. Poate parea o atitudine de copil si greu de explicat.&lt;br /&gt;Pasul urmator: cautam altceva, alta garsoniera, sa arate bine (nu fitze, nu lux), la un prea acceptabil, intr-o zona care sa ne convina fata de scoala. Ofertele nu multe au aparut. Am fost de data asta in ipostaza de chiriasi care isi cauta un loc unde sa stea.  E fun si nu prea. Nu stiu cum a fost la Kif dar cele 3 garsoniere pe care le-am vizitat le-am privit cu ochi reci, cu multa atentie pentru a avea ce sa bagam vina. Kif a facut rost de o garsoniera care se apropie cel mai mult de ceea ce cautam. Si...nu e suficient. De ce? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt; sunt nemultumita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine e ultimul an in care as putea sa stau in camin. Nostalgia de a sta in camin nu a fost a mea de la inceput. In timp am renuntat la idee pentru ca mi-a fost bine unde am ales sa stau. Acum...dupa o saptamana petrecuta in presesiune in camin si alte escapade prin camin si plimbari prin 'Regie Seaside (dar fara mare)' nu stiu ce e mai bine. Imi place sa vad multi oameni, imi place sa ies cu ei noaptea la strand, sa ies la o tigara, la carti, la povesti, la plimbari pe Dambovita. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema:&lt;/span&gt; sunt prea sentimentala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parintii imi spun: stai in chirie, e cel mai bine, sa ai timp sa inveti si sa te odihnesti. Prietenii sunt impartiti: de ce nu stati in camin, e mai ieftin, e mai fun. Altii: dupa atata timp de stat in chirie cred ca e exclus sa stati in camin. Ma intreaba frecvent daca am gasit ceva. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dilema&lt;/span&gt;: sunt adaptabila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce e ciudat e ca trebuie sa luam o decizie repede si influentata de prea multi factori. De ce nu pot sa zic, lasa, vad in octombrie unde voi sta. Sunt prea legata de locuri, de un mod de viata. Mi-e teama ca viata de camin e doar un miraj? Mi-e teama ca o sa regret? so what, zic eu acum, doar zic, pacat. E o decizie atat de importanta cum imi pare? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt;: sunt imatura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In plus, vara nu e doar a vacantei. O sa lucrez o parte, doar am si eu liber 3 saptamani sa merg la mama si sa stau cu tata in Sibiu. E suficient ca sa iti refaci fortele pe care stii ca le-ai pierdut de mult. E vorba aici de loialitate, de recunostinta fata de oameni care m-au ajutat sa invat, care mi-au ascultat gandurile si ideile. ei stiu... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt;: suntnerecunoscatoare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite asa renunt la tot, renunt la Taize, renunt la explorarea fotografica a Sibiului, renunt la petrecut timp cu tata, timp pe care nu o sa il mai am, i'm pretty sure, la mers la mare cu prietenii, la topless in 2 mai, la multe. pentru ce? oare cineva poate sa zica? i'm losing my way! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt;: sunt incapabila sa stiu ce vreau? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilema&lt;/span&gt;: sunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. nu e tot aici dar am obosit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPbt-bLRYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Sb5JOakX9Kw/s1600-h/20051001204633_0000030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPbt-bLRYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Sb5JOakX9Kw/s320/20051001204633_0000030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081146387501630850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8913682478239791512?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8913682478239791512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8913682478239791512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8913682478239791512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8913682478239791512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/dileme-de-vara.html' title='dileme de vara'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoPbt-bLRYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Sb5JOakX9Kw/s72-c/20051001204633_0000030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3454857752123082205</id><published>2007-06-28T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:31:09.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Wentworth is singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmZobfmawPI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmZobfmawPI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printre diverse zvonuri cum ca Wentworth Miller ar fi gay si altele mai putin zvonuri ca 'fratele lui din Prison Break', Dominic Purcell e in Romania, me and Maria am gasit ceva dragut. Wenty a cantat in trupa The Princeton Tigertones. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3454857752123082205?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3454857752123082205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3454857752123082205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3454857752123082205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3454857752123082205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/wentworth-is-singing.html' title='Wentworth is singing'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3673358372478969661</id><published>2007-06-28T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:41:27.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTz7rhommHI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTz7rhommHI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-3673358372478969661?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3673358372478969661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3673358372478969661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3673358372478969661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3673358372478969661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/collide.html' title='Collide'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-4934679140504732700</id><published>2007-06-26T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T04:02:36.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sanziene cu intarziere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoDxViz23fI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HO3l4xxCM78/s1600-h/1+sanziene+case.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoDxViz23fI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HO3l4xxCM78/s320/1+sanziene+case.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080325732097777138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrei Pandele-fotomagazin.ro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din cutia cu amintiri de la tara scot una. Ziua Sanzienelor. A fost de fapt in 24. Stiu, invatam la scoala noastra de jurnalism ca unul dintre criteriile de newsworthiness e proximitatea temporala. Da, au trecut 2 zile de la Sanziene dar nu conteaza pentru ca aici eu fac regulile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ani la rand inainte cu o zi de sarbatoare mergeam cu mama, tata sau bunicul, pe deal sa adun sanziene. A doua zi pe poarta de lemn, care de multe ori credeam ca nu va rezista inca unui vant, puneam sanziene in forma de cruce ca sa apere casa de rele. Apoi, faceam coronite galbene, ca pentru niste printese in miniatura, pe care le aruncam in pe acoperisul bucatariei. Doi, trei si... Cu forta unui copil de 6 ani ma straduiam sa arunc coronita cat mai sus, sa o feresc de pericolul de a cadea si a nasrui totul... Evident era si scocul in calea caderii ei, dar vroiam sa fiu sigura. Cat mai sus= un viitor cat mai bun, o viata lunga si frumoasa, mult noroc, sanatate and so on... si chiar credeam cu naivitate.&lt;br /&gt;Si astazi as face asta. Poate pentru obicei, poate pentru mine, poate de dorul bunicilor.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a cazut nicio coronita. Deci ar trebui sa ma astept la ce e mai bine de la viata mea. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-4934679140504732700?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/4934679140504732700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=4934679140504732700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4934679140504732700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/4934679140504732700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/sanziene-cu-intarziere.html' title='sanziene cu intarziere'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RoDxViz23fI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HO3l4xxCM78/s72-c/1+sanziene+case.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6701917195762744451</id><published>2007-06-23T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:50:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tic-tac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1cACz23cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bNfxL6Y3_Y8/s1600-h/adel20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 264px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1cACz23cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bNfxL6Y3_Y8/s320/adel20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079317110567919042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s1600-h/IMG_4682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 210px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079316036826095026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Atunci nu stiam cum va fi acum&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu stiu cum va fi atunci&lt;br /&gt;Acum stiu ce nu stiam atunci&lt;br /&gt;Atunci voi sti ce nu stiu acum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-6701917195762744451?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6701917195762744451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6701917195762744451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6701917195762744451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6701917195762744451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/tic-tac-me-poetesa.html' title='tic-tac'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1cACz23cI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bNfxL6Y3_Y8/s72-c/adel20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6450522537499924478</id><published>2007-06-23T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:16:17.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>live norah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxrYqUj3_Fo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QxrYqUj3_Fo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-6450522537499924478?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6450522537499924478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6450522537499924478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6450522537499924478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6450522537499924478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/live-norah.html' title='live norah'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-2199710967882937609</id><published>2007-06-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T03:27:01.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filozofeli ale celor dinaintea noastra - Platon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnxIryz23VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qVRdX6Ne8nI/s1600-h/IMG_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnxIryz23VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qVRdX6Ne8nI/s320/IMG_4347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079014396977929554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Potrivit celebrei alegorii a pesterii din partea a VII-a a dialogului "Republica", lucrurile sunt umbre palide, inconstiente ale Ideilor, care sunt adevarata realitate. Ideile mereu exista si nu devin nicicînd, iar lucrurile sunt mereu în devenire, dar nu exista niciodata. Ceea ce ramîne mereu cu sine identic poate fi cunoscut numai prin gîndire, iar ceea ce mereu se schimba, fara a fi o existenta adevarata, prin intermediul simturilor. Cea dintîi (ideea) este prototipul, cea de pe urma (lumea lucrurilor) numai copia lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"mitul cavernei"&lt;/span&gt; din dialogul "Republica" Platon descrie cum trebuie înteleasa lumea ideilor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oamenii sunt comparati de el cu niste prizonieri&lt;/span&gt;, legati într-o pestera. Ei nu pot privi înapoi si nu vad lumina Soarelui care lumineaza din spate. În fata lor ei vad doar umbrele obiectelor si propria lor umbra, proiectate pe peretii pesterii. Pestera este lumea sensibila, prizonierii sunt oamenii. Simturile ne creaza iluzia ca umbrele, pe care le vedem, sunt unica lume reala. Noi vedem doar lucrurile sensibile, care sunt doar niste umbre ale prototipului etern. Pe calea perceperii noi nu vom ajunge niciodata la cunoasterea lumii inteligibile a esentelor metafizice ale lucrurilor. Zadarnic vom privi, de exemplu, lucrurile frumoase sau faptele virtuoase, daca nu ne vom adînci pîna la cunoasterea ideii de frumos în sine sau a ideii metafizice de dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omului îi vine foarte greu sa se desprinda de cunoasterea superficiala a lucrurilor ca umbre si sa se adînceasca pîna la cunoasterea esentelor. Smuls cu forta din pestera si adus la lumina Soarelui, prizonierul nu este în stare sa vada nimic: lumina îl orbeste. Pentru a fi în stare sa cunoasca esentele, prizonierul trebuie mai întîi sa-si obisnuiasca ochii, sa vada lumina. O data ce a cazut lumina, însa, el nu mai doreste sa se întoarca în pestera. El stie deja ca realitatea adevarata nu este cea a umbrelor, a sensibilului, ci aceea pe care o cunoastem prin inteligenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omul ajunge la cunoasterea ideilor prin mai multe trepte. Prima treapta, scrie el în dialogul "Republica" este opinia. Treapta a doua este cunoasterea logica sau notionala, superioara primei. Pentru a cunoaste esentele trebuie sa trecem si dincolo de cunoasterea logica.  Treapta a treia este cunoasterea intuitiva, care ne aduce la cunoasterea ideilor. Platon numeste aceasta intuitie reamintire. Reamintirea aici nu trebuie confundata cu memoria obisnuita. Ea este inutila lumii inteligibile. Pentru a explica sensul acestei reamintiri, Platon recurge la mitul, conform caruia sufletul omului a intuit ideile în stare de preexistenta, într-o alta lume, într-o alta viata pe care el a trait-o deja. La venirea lui în lumea aceasta si intrarea sa în corp, sufletul a uitat iarasi aceste idei. Reamintirea lor este trezita în clipa în care omul priveste obiectele din aceasta lume, ce au asemanare cu Ideile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnxIJSz23UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/24j-Jp7uqWU/s1600-h/IMG_4330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnxIJSz23UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/24j-Jp7uqWU/s320/IMG_4330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079013804272442690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-2199710967882937609?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/2199710967882937609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=2199710967882937609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2199710967882937609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2199710967882937609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/filozofeli-ale-celor-dinaintea-noastra.html' title='Filozofeli ale celor dinaintea noastra - Platon'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnxIryz23VI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qVRdX6Ne8nI/s72-c/IMG_4347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1038807820857193815</id><published>2007-06-22T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:16:58.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>your body is a wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJNE31Ndme0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJNE31Ndme0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&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/1192642763465328978-1038807820857193815?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1038807820857193815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1038807820857193815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1038807820857193815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1038807820857193815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-body-is-wonderland.html' title='your body is a wonderland'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7944891590839899758</id><published>2007-06-18T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:02:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cum mi-am petrecut noaptea - cu la multi ani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZvKiz23PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/p1aI04k_llQ/s1600-h/IMG_5273%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZvKiz23PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/p1aI04k_llQ/s320/IMG_5273%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077367856840498418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca am scris aici vreodata despre aniversarile cu prietenii. Poate pentru ca nu m-am gandit sa fac din blog un loc de scris ziua despre ceea ce fac noaptea. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi noapte am fost la strand. In sfarsit as spune dupa cateva zile memorabile. Joi am avut examen, vineri am ramas cu usa blocata (am dormit la birou), sambata nu am avut chef sa invat, duminica am aflat ca proprietarul garsonierei in care stam de 2 ani de zile, ne cam 'da afara'...aaa si ploaia, every night. Dupa cateva portii de plans (eu si Kif) ne-am adunat si am aranjat ultimele detalii pentru surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Pana acum ploaia a stat in calea surprizei. Desi era ziua 0 (ziua inaintea examenului) si nu facusem referatul la drept, am zis GO FOR IT. Nu a fost o surpriza soc pentru sarbatorit dar a fost foarte amuzant. Mai ales drumul pana acolo si comentariile si nesupunerile de a fi dezbracat si imbracat, evident. (cu slipi) He was king for a night, cel putin asa am vrut noi sa se simta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseara mi-am amintit de nebunia de a nu le spune parintilor despre 'unde esti' cand ei nu sunt acasa sau cand nu te pot verifica. Ce ar fi zis mama de coktail cu fructe si votka (super buun) si de strand la ora 1 in noapte si de nesomn inaintea examenului, de mers desculta pe sosea, apoi jumatate din drum am avut incredere sa merg cu ochii inchisi. Nimic bun, zis eu. Banalitati, puerilitati, prostii, tampenii si totusi... concluzia e: Pot fi young cand vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Oare vreau sau e de vina valul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca nu am dreptul pentru poze, dar nu au decat sa-mi lase comentarii. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZuCCz23OI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sD91ogftrrk/s1600-h/IMG_5189%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZuCCz23OI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sD91ogftrrk/s320/IMG_5189%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077366611299982562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZzrCz23RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LyV_VAP64io/s1600-h/IMG_5211%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZzrCz23RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/LyV_VAP64io/s320/IMG_5211%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077372813232758034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZy7Sz23QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YQRnCp6401k/s1600-h/IMG_5230%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZy7Sz23QI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YQRnCp6401k/s320/IMG_5230%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077371992894004482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-7944891590839899758?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7944891590839899758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7944891590839899758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7944891590839899758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7944891590839899758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/cum-mi-am-petrecut-noaptea-cu-la-multi.html' title='cum mi-am petrecut noaptea - cu la multi ani'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnZvKiz23PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/p1aI04k_llQ/s72-c/IMG_5273%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3165458634728520391</id><published>2007-06-15T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:17:31.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>amintiri muzicale</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfPoVS5uqYY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfPoVS5uqYY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cate amintiri am cu Roxette. Duminica pe drumul Sibiu - Bucuresti, cu Sageata Albastra. Printre alte melodii de pe faimosul cd, era si Roxette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca tot vorbesc des despre cum trece timpul...cand aveam vreo 10 ani ascultam Roxette in Dacia mea crem (adik a lu' tata), pe drumul Sibiu - tara si invers. Si acum simt mirosul de masina incalzita, de piele incalzita si praf. Ciudat e ca porneam casetofonul si pe drum stiam ce localitate, ce stalp, ce casa va aparea atunci cand urma o melodie sau alta, cand auzeam 'Must have been love sau listen to your heart sau fading like a flower'. i love you erau singurele cuvinte pe care le intelegeam. aaa si ink ceva...stiam sa fluier pe joyride. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3165458634728520391?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3165458634728520391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3165458634728520391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3165458634728520391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3165458634728520391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/amintiri-muzicale.html' title='amintiri muzicale'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5020319910752297536</id><published>2007-06-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:54:24.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wanna waste it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnK2HCz23NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ms57zv-Ptj4/s1600-h/clock_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnK2HCz23NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ms57zv-Ptj4/s320/clock_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076319962129685714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mi se intampla des sa am revelatii legate de cat de tanara sunt acum si cat de batrana voi fi peste cativa ani. si nu e vorba de batranetea fizica pentru ca probabil voi avea cateva kg in plus si cateva riduri mai accentuate.&lt;br /&gt;post remember sa scriu don't wanna waste my time facand lucruri care imi aduc o experienta seaca, lucruri pe care oricum le voi invata later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-5020319910752297536?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5020319910752297536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5020319910752297536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5020319910752297536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5020319910752297536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-wanna-waste-it.html' title='don&apos;t wanna waste it'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RnK2HCz23NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ms57zv-Ptj4/s72-c/clock_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3349673044799033933</id><published>2007-06-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:48:19.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep wishes</title><content type='html'>pentru ca am ramas datoare cu o leapsa, m-am gandit sa o prezint mai sugestiv.&lt;br /&gt;1.chiar sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWmu1DWEhE8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWmu1DWEhE8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.mi-as dori macar o data in viata sa fiu acolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOR7SEkMk10"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AOR7SEkMk10" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. locul meu secret - dream house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmcdYSz23KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lthyOBmeRwQ/s1600-h/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 273px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmcdYSz23KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lthyOBmeRwQ/s320/74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073055808459562146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rmce3Cz23MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1jVRvPhfT-Y/s1600-h/The+House+on+the+Hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rmce3Cz23MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1jVRvPhfT-Y/s320/The+House+on+the+Hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073057436252167362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3349673044799033933?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3349673044799033933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3349673044799033933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3349673044799033933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3349673044799033933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/deep-wishes.html' title='deep wishes'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmcdYSz23KI/AAAAAAAAAIE/lthyOBmeRwQ/s72-c/74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1813590360212740493</id><published>2007-06-05T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:34:15.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de-a joaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Start: Submachine - ArcadeStreet.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcadestreet.com/play-submachine.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arcadestreet.com/images/submachine-sml.gif" border="0" height="65" width="65" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-left: 0.5em;" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arcadestreet.com/play-submachine.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Submachine&lt;/strong&gt; - Explore rooms and solve mind bending puzzles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End: Submachine - ArcadeStreet.com --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mi-au placut niciodata jocurile pe internet, totusi azi a fost super fun la birou, mai ales ca am un mouse care se face prezent la fiecare click de 10 ori mai mult decat ar trebui si care evident ma da de gol.&lt;br /&gt;mai sus e o mostra, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;descopeitor, inovator: &lt;a href="http://ciocolata-minerala.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-1813590360212740493?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1813590360212740493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1813590360212740493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1813590360212740493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1813590360212740493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/de-joaca.html' title='de-a joaca'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3088591948257366997</id><published>2007-06-04T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:18:45.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musique'/><title type='text'>me and Norah, we have history</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ye6oLdCsSE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ye6oLdCsSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miros de tei si gust de ceai negru, ciocolata, nopti albe si norah jones = feeling de sesiune, nu e urat, nici pe departe, e placut, e studentie.&lt;br /&gt;in sesiunile trecute puneam in winamp lista 'muzica de sesiune' cu cele 4 albume Norah Jones, in cap imi batea o veioza ruginita cu un bec de 100, care imi ardea de fiecare data pernitele degetelor. si patul cu cearsaf albastru, cu ursuleti care plutesc printre stele l-am folosit in loc de birou. si maini amortite de nemiscare si pleoape inchise de somn si tresariri si ganduri, 'inca o pagina'. de ce nu e gust amar? pentru ca de fapt asta nu e amaraciune. e parte din anul 20 din viata mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3088591948257366997?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3088591948257366997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3088591948257366997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3088591948257366997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3088591948257366997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/0038.html' title='me and Norah, we have history'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7121846556549727861</id><published>2007-06-04T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:38:33.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imi place MOV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmQFzcQZXMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V2urAmVfVVM/s1600-h/WarningPurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 355px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmQFzcQZXMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V2urAmVfVVM/s320/WarningPurple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072185461642452162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WARNING, by Jenny Joseph       &lt;pre align="LEFT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;When I am an old woman I shall wear purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And run my stick along the public railings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And make up for the sobriety of my youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;I shall go out in my slippers in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And pick the flowers in other people's gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And learn to spit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And eat three pounds of sausages at a go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;Or only bread and pickle for a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;But now we must have clothes that keep us dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And pay our rent and not swear in the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;And set a good example for the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;But maybe I ought to practice a little now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:+1;"&gt;When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;poate nu sunt singura pe lumea asta care cauta un remediu anti-depasire, anti-limitare, anti-plafonare. in cazul meu se poate adauga si anti-rational. :P imi auto impun ziua mov o data pe saptamana, cand fac doar ce imi place. pentru ca stiu ca nu se poate tot timpul. se mai baga cineva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-7121846556549727861?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7121846556549727861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7121846556549727861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7121846556549727861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7121846556549727861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/imi-place-mov.html' title='imi place MOV'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmQFzcQZXMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/V2urAmVfVVM/s72-c/WarningPurple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6267463888217736510</id><published>2007-06-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:23:11.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s-au gandit la mine</title><content type='html'>eu raspund de multe ori cu 'nu stiu. ce vrei tu', 'nu conteaza',  'ce iti place tie', etc. asta pentru ca m-am plictisit de toate  bauturile racoritoare, sucuri naturale,  tea-uri de toate culorile...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLNmMQZXLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/R2OUMCFxHRQ/s1600-h/anything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLNmMQZXLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/R2OUMCFxHRQ/s320/anything.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071842186381319346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Taking the surprise economy to another level, Singapore beverage company Out of the Box caters to consumers who respond to "What would you like to drink?" with a non-committal "anything" or "whatever". Two weeks ago, the company launched two complementary brands: &lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;Anything and Whatever&lt;/a&gt;. Anything is fizzy and comes in six flavours (Cola with Lemon, Apple, Fizz Up, Cloudy Lemon and Root Beer) and Whatever is non-carbonated (Ice Lemon Tea, Peach Tea, Jasmine Green Tea, White Grape Tea, Apple Tea, Chrysanthemum Tea).   &lt;p&gt;The surprise part? Consumers don't know which flavour they're getting until they take a sip. Cans are simply labelled Anything and Whatever, and the list of ingredients is limited to generic wording: carbonated water, sugar, permitted flavouring, permitted colouring, preservative, tea extract, fruit juice concentrate. Judging from the buzz on Singapore forums, teens immediately got the concept and are loving it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Novel product to launch elsewhere, as the drink for people who don't know what they want? The key, of course, is to produce products that are good enough to guarantee repeat sales. We think established food and beverage brands could have fun with this one, too, and would have the benefit of working from a brand consumers already trust. How about Snapple or Stonyfield Yoghurt marketing surprise six-packs filled with random flavours? Could be a good way to get customers to try new varieties of any FMCG.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;www.anything.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact: &lt;a href="mailto:info@ootbgroup.com"&gt;info@ootbgroup.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spotted by: Brenton Wong"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sursa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;springwise.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-6267463888217736510?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6267463888217736510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6267463888217736510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6267463888217736510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6267463888217736510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/s-au-gandit-la-mine.html' title='s-au gandit la mine'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLNmMQZXLI/AAAAAAAAAH0/R2OUMCFxHRQ/s72-c/anything.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1152056428089507555</id><published>2007-06-03T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:06:35.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLHcMQZXII/AAAAAAAAAHc/ftbNSR4DcHk/s1600-h/Prison+Break+status.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLHcMQZXII/AAAAAAAAAHc/ftbNSR4DcHk/s320/Prison+Break+status.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071835417512860802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mult timp se cerea acest post. Cei apropiati stiu de ce. Ma numesc Adela si sunt dependenta de&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0455275/"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Totul a inceput cand Andreea a venit la mine cu 2 DVD-uri cu un serial. In loc sa invatam evident ne-am asezat in fata calculatorului cu ceva de rontait si cu film. Nu stiam ce urma sa vad. Si apare...&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/men/celeb_profiles_entertainment/34_wentworth_miller.html"&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/a&gt;. Atat mi-a trebuit...intr-un weekend am vazut 22 de episoade. Am asteptat aprox 2 saptamani ca sa vad a doua serie, examene, presesiuni si alte lucruri i-au stat in cale. Acum sunt la episodul 7 din seria a doua si sincer singurul lucru care ma poate salva e ca filmul sa se termine. soon. acum tocmai vin de la un episod, vazut cu Kifluta. :) Nu e prima abatere, am mai avut 'pasiuni' si pentru Felicity sau Ed. Dar Prison Break le-a intrecut pe toate. Ciudat ca auzi intr-o zi pentru prima data numele Prison Break si a doua zi e pe buzele tuturor, ca si cand toata lumea stia numai eu nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLI0MQZXJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S1yKNTXjMrg/s1600-h/Actorii+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLI0MQZXJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/S1yKNTXjMrg/s320/Actorii+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071836929341349010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink ceva...vineri am avut examen la Politologie si pana in ziua 0 (ziua dinaintea examenului) am servit cateva episoade din PB. Cand m-am apucat de invatat, peste ce credeti ca am dat.&lt;br /&gt;1. in cartea "Cum functioneaza democratia", pagina 82 - "Toate cele 20 de regiuni au fost apreciate in funtie de amplitudinea facilitatilor statistice si informationake de care dispun. Pe ultimul loc se aflau 6 regiuni care nu aveau deloc facilitati, anume: &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0001780/"&gt;ABRUZZI&lt;/a&gt;, Calabria, Campania..."&lt;br /&gt;2. in "Modele ale democratiei", autor Arend Lijphart, pagina 100, note de subsol, "&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0589505/"&gt;SCHOFIELD&lt;/a&gt; (foarte apropiat de Scofield), 1990, Strom si Lijphart..."&lt;br /&gt;Semne? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmKqgsQZXHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C066GqLtlh4/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmKqgsQZXHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C066GqLtlh4/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071803608985066610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Wentworth Miller (Michael SCOFIELD - Prison Break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wentworthmilleronline.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLKCcQZXKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GhQywQtSCk8/s320/went6_1x1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071838273666112674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-1152056428089507555?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1152056428089507555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1152056428089507555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1152056428089507555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1152056428089507555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmLHcMQZXII/AAAAAAAAAHc/ftbNSR4DcHk/s72-c/Prison+Break+status.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3167416401619095694</id><published>2007-06-02T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T06:56:13.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fotograf amator in Muzeul Satului</title><content type='html'>Prima data cand l-am scos pe Shoty (aparatul meu Canon A640 - pentru necunoscatori) la plimbare... vroiam de mult sa postez aici experienta mea din Muzeul Satului dar n-a mers (n-am reusit sa uploadez).  Uite...asa a fost la inceput...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0kZSz23WI/AAAAAAAAAJk/spsAkwkaFxE/s1600-h/IMG_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0kZSz23WI/AAAAAAAAAJk/spsAkwkaFxE/s320/IMG_4379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079255971708460386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0kvyz23XI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xh-yw2CX32g/s1600-h/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0kvyz23XI/AAAAAAAAAJs/xh-yw2CX32g/s320/IMG_4380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079256358255517042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0lMCz23YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sUHxKNCHQlo/s1600-h/IMG_4383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0lMCz23YI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/sUHxKNCHQlo/s320/IMG_4383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079256843586821506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0leyz23ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H-G-qKwuEBY/s1600-h/IMG_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0leyz23ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/H-G-qKwuEBY/s320/IMG_4386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079257165709368722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asa a ajuns dupa 'cateva' incercari. Mai e de munca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0mByz23aI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ddbdDWrdmVM/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0mByz23aI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ddbdDWrdmVM/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079257767004790178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3167416401619095694?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3167416401619095694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3167416401619095694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3167416401619095694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3167416401619095694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/fotograf-amator-in-muzeul-satului.html' title='fotograf amator in Muzeul Satului'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn0kZSz23WI/AAAAAAAAAJk/spsAkwkaFxE/s72-c/IMG_4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-9135108418011951048</id><published>2007-06-02T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T17:27:17.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E Y E  C O N T A C T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmIJ8cQZXGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NwwYs3ktOh0/s1600-h/eye_contact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmIJ8cQZXGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NwwYs3ktOh0/s320/eye_contact.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071627064354364514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost rugata sa detaliez ce inseamna &lt;a href="http://www.israeleyedoctor.com/BodyLanguage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye-contact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Pai e mult mai complicat/variat decat explic eu aici dar incerc...mergi pe strada, vezi o persoana interesanta care in acelasi moment se uita la tine, si cateva secunde (5-6 sec), va priviti insistent, doar ochii. De la distanta evaluarea ai facut-o (doar de asta ai continuat sa iti ridici privirea) dar cand treci unul pe langa celalalt doar ochii conteaza si nu ei fizic ci doar gestul. Eye contact se refera la persoane de sex opus; Daca nu e pe strada si e in metrou sau autobuz, poate dura ceva mai mult (o statie, 2, 3...). E interesant cum tocmai atunci cand iti propui sa nu iti mai intersectezi privirea cu a celuilalt, vezi sa nu pari prea insistent/a, se intampla fara sa vrei. Cum se termina? zambet, privire cazuta in pamant, roseata in obraji. FARA cerut numar de telefon, ce faci frumoaso, hai sa iesim, urmariri din metrou..and so on. cerut numar de telefon, ar fi bine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-9135108418011951048?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/9135108418011951048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=9135108418011951048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/9135108418011951048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/9135108418011951048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/06/e-y-e-c-o-n-t-c-t.html' title='E Y E  C O N T A C T'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RmIJ8cQZXGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NwwYs3ktOh0/s72-c/eye_contact.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-2107289817646676372</id><published>2007-05-30T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:08:43.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scorpion adela - 21.11.2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rl2FKMQZXFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hd6IwRSKZtg/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 238px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rl2FKMQZXFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hd6IwRSKZtg/s320/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070355165624228946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EXTREMELY adorable - TRUE :P&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent - TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke - TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Very Good sense of humor - FALSE&lt;br /&gt;Energetic - TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Predict future - TRUE TRUE&lt;br /&gt;GREAT kisser - ?&lt;br /&gt;Always get what they want - FALSE&lt;br /&gt;Attractive - ?&lt;br /&gt;Easy going - TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Loves being in long relationships - FALSE&lt;br /&gt;Talkative - FALSE&lt;br /&gt;Romantic - TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Caring - TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-2107289817646676372?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/2107289817646676372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=2107289817646676372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2107289817646676372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/2107289817646676372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/scorpion-adela-21112007.html' title='scorpion adela - 21.11.2007'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rl2FKMQZXFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hd6IwRSKZtg/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8687132854064679008</id><published>2007-05-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:11:40.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>primul video :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdmskOlFEbQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CdmskOlFEbQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e doar o melodie, nu are legatura cu nicio stare, cu nicio despartire, nu are legatura cu vremea, are legatura cu nimic...asta daca se intreba cineva. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8687132854064679008?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8687132854064679008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8687132854064679008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8687132854064679008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8687132854064679008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/primul-video.html' title='primul video :)'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8988511373674608610</id><published>2007-05-29T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T03:25:18.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dor de multe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlv-6MQZXDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VCKYBunBwDE/s1600-h/20040426_sibiu-curte_143-4341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 304px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlv-6MQZXDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VCKYBunBwDE/s320/20040426_sibiu-curte_143-4341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069926081211489330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pana nu spun cu voce tare nu imi dau seama cat de ciudat e. Astazi ii spuneam Mariei ca de cateva zile imi apar in minte flash-uri cu mine la tara (satul Nou Roman), cu mine in Sibiu pe strada, cu mine in clasa a 7-a pe stadionul din spatele blocului, cu MINE in SIBIU.  Mi-e dooooorrr. Inainte sa vin in Bucuresti nu ma gandeam ca o sa spun asta. De fapt nu as fi zis vreodata ca imi va fi dor de mama si de tata, ca imi va fi dor de mancarea de acasa, ca imi va fi dor de o scara de bloc, de un chip cunoscut, de un miros de floare de camp, de plopi, de struguri, de vara, de toropeala, de apa din curte, de statul la plaja, de tot...&lt;br /&gt;asa...de unde a pornit...ma gandeam ca asa cum in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vise&lt;/span&gt; iti apar 'zvacniri' ale vietii cotidiene asa se intampla si cu ochii deschisi. Asa apar gandurile refulate, ganduri care daca le-as analiza toata ziua as pluti. :)  E CLAR, imi doresc spatiul protector de acasa. Nu e smiorcaiala, e doar TRUE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8988511373674608610?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8988511373674608610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8988511373674608610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8988511373674608610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8988511373674608610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/dor-de-multe.html' title='dor de multe'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlv-6MQZXDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VCKYBunBwDE/s72-c/20040426_sibiu-curte_143-4341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5744701461268360811</id><published>2007-05-26T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:31:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri semiotice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlh87cQZXBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nR8fq6he5C4/s1600-h/thumb_Blue+Bird+Missouri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlh87cQZXBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nR8fq6he5C4/s320/thumb_Blue+Bird+Missouri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068938741244582930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n-am scris un rand la semiotica si nu stiu de ce. ideile vin, se joaca putin cu circumvolutiunile mele, le gadila putin si zboara. nu ar trebui sa se aseze pe tastatura? who knows. de la amiaza citesc despre balet, despre casanova, despre dansul in viata cotidiana, despre saussure si peirce, despre viata ca spectacol, despre semn, semnificant, semnificat si interpretant, despre ritualurile imperecherii... by the way stiti cat de interesante sunt pasarile in ritualul imperecherii? uite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pentru nunta, multe pasari se multumesc numai cu o simpla platforma de dans. Însa ceea ce face o pasare din Australia întrece toate asteptarile. Pasarea are un penaj de un albastru violet. Chiar si ochii ei sunt albastri ca cerul. Aceasta pasare frumoasa are mare slabiciune pentru toate obiectele de culoare albastra. Pe timpul nuntii ea culege tot felul de obiecte de culoare albastra: resturi de lâna, bucati de hârtie, bucatele de portelan, cioburi de sticla, nasturi, pe care le asaza pe marginea platformei. Dar pasarea nu se multumeste numai cu atât: ea aduna fructele rosii ale unui arbust, pe care le framânta în cioc pâna ce se face o pasta. Când pasta s-a întarit, pasarea face cu ea desene liniare pe suprafata platformei pentru a-si atrage partenerul." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revista Româna de Semio-Logica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o zi plina de semiotica, caldura si cola zero fara implicatii...frumos... as fi vrut si parc si fotografie si mancare de la mama si limonada si evident si inventia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inventia de azi: masina de scris ganduri, ca un dreamcatcher...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1192642763465328978-5744701461268360811?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5744701461268360811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5744701461268360811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5744701461268360811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5744701461268360811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ganduri-semiotice.html' title='ganduri semiotice'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlh87cQZXBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/nR8fq6he5C4/s72-c/thumb_Blue+Bird+Missouri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5555598829093394227</id><published>2007-05-24T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:33:41.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la opera</title><content type='html'>Rosu si Negru - ONB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlh9UsQZXCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6iodMuMaUsU/s1600-h/rosusinegru04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlh9UsQZXCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6iodMuMaUsU/s320/rosusinegru04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068939175036279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;postura. atitudine. eleganta. miscare. simt. muzica. ritm. zam&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;et. traire. emotie. culoare. prietenie. contrast. privire. conflict. gratie. voint&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;. curaj. noapte. lumina. fericire. suplete. teatru. costum. scena. ap&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;auze. lacrimi. iubire. durere. transpus. visare. amnezie. tu. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;u. noi doi. noi toti. stele. sus. plutire. dezmat. rotund. saru&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. atingere. atentie. implinire. culme. pamant. imaginatie. verde. petala. viata. durere. semn. dorinta. unic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-5555598829093394227?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5555598829093394227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5555598829093394227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5555598829093394227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5555598829093394227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/d-n-s-e-z.html' title='la opera'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rlh9UsQZXCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6iodMuMaUsU/s72-c/rosusinegru04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8056121002938317749</id><published>2007-05-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:36:49.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arunc zarurile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RlMqA8QZW-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1SzyESYRc2w/s1600-h/Palmtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RlMqA8QZW-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1SzyESYRc2w/s320/Palmtree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067440201385204706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;printre dureri de cap, nemultumiri, nesomn and so on...apar si ideile de vacanta (nu e bine). despre vacanta se pot scrie pagini intregi, nu acesta e scopul insa acum... daca ma gandesc la vacanta ma gandesc la momente frumoase, traite la maxim atunci, rememorate din cand in cand dar intotdeauna prinse in imagini. bronzul se duce, nisipul dispare dintre haine, colectia de scoici am aruncat-o pe undeva, nu mai avem febra musculara de la ski, am epuizat si rasul la glumele prietenilor, de la cabana, am trecut peste ameteala de la gin tonic sau votka...am ramas cu un zambet si o colectie de fotografii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;hmm...si acum...doar nu am scris atatea cuvinte frumoase degeaba, leapsa mea pentru Maria si Ana si prietenii lor :) este... post despre cea mai frumoasa/reusita vacanta sau despre un moment memorabil/de implinire (in care ati zis..."bai...ma simt bine") din viata voastra (unul singur) exprimat prin 3 fotografii (trebuie sa fiti prezente in minim una dintre ele). !!!! Don't use words. daca nu exista poze...dati google search, improvizati...photoshopati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8056121002938317749?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8056121002938317749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8056121002938317749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8056121002938317749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8056121002938317749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/arunc-zarurile.html' title='arunc zarurile...'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RlMqA8QZW-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1SzyESYRc2w/s72-c/Palmtree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5379558906422781034</id><published>2007-05-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T10:07:20.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prin ochii mei, pe urmele mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RlMjNMQZW9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/_lGnDtl3h4g/s1600-h/pas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rk4f-MQZWwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/X6TC0fH0feQ/s320/20060330000910-shh-by-sine-fabula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066021784140733186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca am fost provocata, bineinteles ca raspund. Nu am avut timp pana acum...sau am stat sa gandesc problema...anyway acum it's my turn sa scriu 6 lucruri/secrete/chestii despre mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;l-am cerut in casatorie pe unul dintre cei mai buni prieteni ai mei, Mihai, e in clasa a 9-a si da, ne vom casatori candva. Poate de proba, de fun, de nu stiu ce, dar vom face asta. Sper ca lui sa i se para o idee buna peste cativa ani. De fapt cred ca am fost la petit acasa la el, pentru ca eu, el si sora lui suntem 3 muschetari, ne cunoastem dintotdeauna. e totul aranjat cu parintii :) va chem la nunta, promit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;  odata un tren a oprit pentru mine. Eram in gara, in Sibiu, si plecam incognito la tara, sa ma intalnesc cu un prieten. Ce e 50 de km si o minciuna mare la parinti cand vrei cu adevarat sa te intalnesti cu cineva?  tigari si vin in fata cimitirului si poate...cel mai frumos cer pe care l-am vazut ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; cand am fost mica (ce imi place expresia asta), i-am furat mamei mele 100 de lei din portmoneu ca sa imi cumpar o ciocolatzica. Partea interesanta si de care sunt mandra si acum e ca m-am gandit eu sa ii pastrez si ei o bucatica, sa nu fiu egoista. Minunat mod de a te da de gol nu? Stiu ca am primit 'una' peste maini ca sa stie copilul ca nu e bine sa ia lucruri fara sa ceara voie. By the way, o pup dulce pe mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;la 7 ani am avut primul prieten, culmea, era din Bucuresti. Mi-a trimis cadou de 'prietenie' bratari colorate si esenta de parfum + felicitare de Paste. Urmatorul prieten l-am avut in clasa a 7, cred...o saptamana mareata, el mi-a promis ca imi aduce un pui de rata, statea la casa si tocmai scosese o closca niste ratzushte. Hmm...paream eu asa materialista? vai...first french kiss... a fost in clasa a 9-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; cand sunt suparata, dau drumul la muzica, dansez singura, ma apuc sa scriu in jurnal, fumez o tigara, plang,...cam asa...cert e ca imi trece repede&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; mi se spune ca sunt cea mai calma persoana 'din lume' dar totusi oamenii nu inteleg ceva, eu sunt ma agit si foarte tare, sunt panicata, DAR DOAR pentru lucrurile care merita, nu vobesc inutil, doar ca sa ma aflu in treaba, nu intreb atunci cand stiu ca mi se va raspunde&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;ma innebuneste jocul de-a eye contact-ul pe strada cu necunoscuti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;am fost actrita (jalnica de altfel) intr-un film facut de mine impreuna cu colegi din liceu, ecranizarea cartii Patul lui Procust (varianta moderna si varianta clasica), eu eram Emilia, dama de companie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am cam intins...daca vreti sa mai scot din strange things, let me know&lt;br /&gt;asa ca...acum e randul meu sa trimit leapsa mai departe, dau leapsa catre Coco (grupa 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8406187109166002898?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8406187109166002898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8406187109166002898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8406187109166002898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8406187109166002898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/leap-leap-vreau-ostai.html' title='leapşă leapşă vreau ostaşi'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rk4f-MQZWwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/X6TC0fH0feQ/s72-c/20060330000910-shh-by-sine-fabula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1140010019233096454</id><published>2007-05-16T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T20:54:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rkt54MQZWuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ue8l7M1b2g/s1600-h/Mala_Balerina.jpg"&gt;MY HAPPY ENDING - MIKA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rkt54MQZWuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ue8l7M1b2g/s1600-h/Mala_Balerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 228px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rkt54MQZWuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ue8l7M1b2g/s320/Mala_Balerina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065276212177885922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No hope, or love, or glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; 2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I can think that we just carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No hope, or love, or glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Little bit of love, little bit of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[repeat]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I feel as if I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; To live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; But not together.&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/1192642763465328978-1140010019233096454?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1140010019233096454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1140010019233096454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/hapiii-ending.html' title='(song)'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rkt54MQZWuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-ue8l7M1b2g/s72-c/Mala_Balerina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-3298281600069363493</id><published>2007-05-11T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:25:12.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>putin din toate</title><content type='html'>stii...cand dimineata aman ceasul cu 5 minute, si inca 5 minute, si inca 10 si inca o ora de somn, cand ma trezesc am senzatia ca sunt o persoana care nu se poate aduna, nu se poate mobiliza...nu e un sentiment placut.&lt;br /&gt;la fel....cand am foarte multe lucruri de facut, ma simt coplesita, ma plang, nu cer ajutor, doar ma pland. oare de ce nu cer ajutor? nu cred ca altcineva se poate ocupa la fel de bine ca mine? am un nivel atat de mare de self-esteem? bine ca raspunsul nu e da. nu e nici nu. ups...&lt;br /&gt;totusi mai sunt zile, cu noroc de sus cand rezolv burning issues intr-o ora si ma gandesc la ele cu 5 mii de ani inainte. degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jumatate de zi cat de cat reusita, mai vedem mai incolo - K.I.T.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-3298281600069363493?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/3298281600069363493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=3298281600069363493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3298281600069363493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/3298281600069363493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/putin-din-toate.html' title='putin din toate'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5214515885953065157</id><published>2007-05-10T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:58:22.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un moment ca asta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkNcwULkucI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OyZUnv2Po4U/s1600-h/P1020093-copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkNcwULkucI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OyZUnv2Po4U/s320/P1020093-copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062992391215299010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau si eu asa un moment. Ma gandesc pana data viitoare si va zic daca l-am trait vreodata cand am fost mica. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-5214515885953065157?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5214515885953065157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5214515885953065157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5214515885953065157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5214515885953065157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/un-moment-ca-asta.html' title='un moment ca asta?'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkNcwULkucI/AAAAAAAAAD0/OyZUnv2Po4U/s72-c/P1020093-copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8601644053673856989</id><published>2007-05-08T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:48:10.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zuuper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC3eELkuaI/AAAAAAAAADk/c6Qva1JOvkw/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;kifluta's work of art&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC3eELkuaI/AAAAAAAAADk/c6Qva1JOvkw/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062247708310682018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work of art&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC2QkLkuYI/AAAAAAAAADU/2pEDVtBT824/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC2QkLkuYI/AAAAAAAAADU/2pEDVtBT824/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062246376870820226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC1lULkuXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ht62YysdOx8/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC1lULkuXI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ht62YysdOx8/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062245633841478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC0eULkuWI/AAAAAAAAADE/N8BqKvaIYrE/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC0eULkuWI/AAAAAAAAADE/N8BqKvaIYrE/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062244414070765922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkCz8ELkuVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gdftM-YZzOY/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkCz8ELkuVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/gdftM-YZzOY/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062243825660246354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-8601644053673856989?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8601644053673856989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8601644053673856989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8601644053673856989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8601644053673856989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/zuuper.html' title='zuuper?'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RkC3eELkuaI/AAAAAAAAADk/c6Qva1JOvkw/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7139798543534233420</id><published>2007-05-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:05:28.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ce face adela...ati intrebat-o azi?</title><content type='html'>pozeee&lt;br /&gt;teme - scrie cronici&lt;br /&gt;se muta in camin (de azi cateva zile nu o mai gasiti pe Viorele)&lt;br /&gt;se bucura de puful de pe strada&lt;br /&gt;se bronzeaza fara sa vrea&lt;br /&gt;se gandeste la boacanele din copilarie&lt;br /&gt;se gandeste la vacanta&lt;br /&gt;merge la serviciu&lt;br /&gt;mananca la cantina (mazare cu snitel de pui - the best)&lt;br /&gt;mananca Nutella (acasa)&lt;br /&gt;se bucura de o zi de scoala&lt;br /&gt;iese cu prietenii la bere, clar...cum am putut sa uit&lt;br /&gt;asculta muzica&lt;br /&gt;e in pauza de Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;eye contact cu baieti draguti pe strada :)&lt;br /&gt;pozeee&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-7139798543534233420?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7139798543534233420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7139798543534233420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7139798543534233420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7139798543534233420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ce-face-adelaati-intrebat-o-azi.html' title='ce face adela...ati intrebat-o azi?'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-8564265065078248824</id><published>2007-05-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T07:23:18.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ticaitul timpului...Sibiu...now &amp; then</title><content type='html'>Centrul Sibiului&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3iCkLkuLI/AAAAAAAAABs/4X0tMePRE5A/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3iCkLkuLI/AAAAAAAAABs/4X0tMePRE5A/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061450089934141618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3h8ELkuKI/AAAAAAAAABk/Y4wFsk5jbn4/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3h8ELkuKI/AAAAAAAAABk/Y4wFsk5jbn4/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061449978264991906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piata Mica - Podul Minciunilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3jmELkuPI/AAAAAAAAACM/JZeqxAhTruM/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3jmELkuPI/AAAAAAAAACM/JZeqxAhTruM/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061451799331125490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3kKELkuQI/AAAAAAAAACU/31nxxHfj02E/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3kKELkuQI/AAAAAAAAACU/31nxxHfj02E/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061452417806416130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3gGkLkuGI/AAAAAAAAABE/Yv4PDupEx2M/s1600-h/3.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/1192642763465328978-8564265065078248824?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/8564265065078248824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=8564265065078248824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8564265065078248824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/8564265065078248824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ticaitul-timpului.html' title='ticaitul timpului...Sibiu...now &amp; then'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rj3iCkLkuLI/AAAAAAAAABs/4X0tMePRE5A/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-7241306213630881606</id><published>2007-05-05T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:29:34.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ce pacat ca fug ideile</title><content type='html'>am fost atat de ocupata ca l-am neglijat pe bloggy...so am uitat ideile care veneau in timp ce dadeam cu aspiratorul, in timp ce mancam nutella sau in timp ce beam bere pe terasa la Salt' n Peper. By the way...am mancat o pizza super buna la minunatul restaurant care rasare in fata blocului. Pizza specialitatea casei, buna buna buna...cu multe, de fapt cu de toate. Va recomand.&lt;br /&gt;Sa revin, dap..trebuie sa le declar aproape ingropate ideile care mi-au zburat din minte si sa las loc de altele. Cred ca multe erau despre cum sa personalizez blogul, cum sa il fac sa ma reprezinte si sa nu fie un simplu 'asternator de idei'. Sa pornesc de la ce imi aduc aminte despre mine micutza? sa povestesc despre parinti? sa povestesc despre prieteni? sa vorbesc despre mine acum? acum 2 ani? DE CAND sa incep??? E greu sa te reprezinti intr-un loc gol. Te face sa esentializezi totul. Ciudat e ca nu sunt limitata de spatiu, nici de timp si totusi ma simt intr-o goana a ticaitului timpului. Il simt cum imi ticaie in ureche 'nu ai timp sa scrii totul aici. nu stii ce sa scrii...'&lt;br /&gt;De fapt tot ce trebuie sa fac e sa respir adanc si sa pornesc cu ceva. Gata, a plecat, nu mai ticaie..at least nu in weekendul asta.&lt;br /&gt;de data asta sa mi se tina pumnii pentru THE BIG DAY. Photos poposesc in viata mea. Luni. Shhht...nu spun mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pupici&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-7241306213630881606?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/7241306213630881606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=7241306213630881606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7241306213630881606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/7241306213630881606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ce-pacat-ca-fug-ideile.html' title='ce pacat ca fug ideile'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-138790937856724311</id><published>2007-05-03T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:26:09.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o seara pe cinstea altora :)</title><content type='html'>Foarte dragutz. O seara cum ar trebui sa fie multe altele. Sau nu... o seara unica dar care sa se multiplice in altele si mai unice. Dupa o zi cu idei pierzatoare, a venit si seara de cultura. Am ajuns invitata cu fetele la un film, festival, ceva de genul. Asta e ce stiam inainte. De fapt era deschiderea Festivalului filmului european, la Muzeul Taranului Roman. Bere gratis, bufet suedez gratis, proiectie de film, oameni interesanti, vedete... Dragos Bucur prezentator, vedete de prin telenovele ca invitati... nu asta conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great feeling. Really great feeling. cu cerul deasupra, cu berea si tigara in mana, cu friends foarte dragi mie, ce imi pot dori mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut un scurt metraj alb negru, foarte interesant realizat pe tema culinara. O tipa, 2 maini tatuate, faina, ulei, cartofi, lamaie...si here you are dupa 10 minute cu niste triunghiri vedeta (pt ca tot ce e filmat e vedeta :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al doilea film, italian, ciudat, evident, necomercial si nonconformist. La 22:13, intr-o scena care parea a fi reamintita, ecranul se intoarce cu capul in jos...si pana cand n-am vazut subtitrarea in susul ecranului..., am sperat ca face parte din ideea creativa a regizorului sa ii vedem pe actori cu picioarele in sus. Film in trei limbi: italiana, subtitrat in romana si engleza. ca sa fie sigur ca ajunge mesajul la mine. pe bune ca ascultam si vedeam in acelasi timp. din fiecare limba cate ceva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum 20 de min am ajuns aks dupa ce am mers din Victoriei pe jos pana la Universitate. am experienta. Chiar...Bucurestiul mi se pare mai safe noaptea, CATEODATA si pentru ca nu are oameni. Da, depinde de zona, daca ai bodyguarzi de cladiri in strada... Sa fie si somn. Imi tin pumnii pentru maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-138790937856724311?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/138790937856724311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=138790937856724311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/138790937856724311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/138790937856724311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-seara-pe-cinstea-altora.html' title='o seara pe cinstea altora :)'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1838697398528471223</id><published>2007-05-03T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:11:52.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ziua ideilor pieritoare</title><content type='html'>Ce dragutz ca am ajuns sa trec cu zambetul pe buze peste refuzarea unei idei la jobish. Chiar...asta te caleste, asta te face sa primesi si + si -, apoape cu acelasi efect. Am uitat sa scriu aici filozofia vietii mele. Happy moments come when you least expect. Toata viata mea, asta de 20 de ani, a fost o suma de 'chestii' fericite neasteptate. De fiecare data cand ma asteptam la un lucru sa mi se intample, sa se materializeze un proiect, sa primesc bani, sa agat un tip sau sa primesc o multumire...bam bam...nu era sa fie. (asta e de la confessions)&lt;br /&gt;busy un pic now, revin mai pe seara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-1838697398528471223?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1838697398528471223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1838697398528471223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1838697398528471223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1838697398528471223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/ziua-ideilor-pieritoare.html' title='ziua ideilor pieritoare'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-1774096556468775276</id><published>2007-05-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:51:52.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>astazi mi-am dorit CEVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RjkjRkLkuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SKz4JGQ_jX8/s1600-h/10427.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060114441004431378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="182" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RjkjRkLkuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SKz4JGQ_jX8/s320/10427.gif.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;astazi, dupa mult timp mi-am dorit sa fiu inovatoare. am spus si celor apropiati ceea ce vreau sa fac. vreau sa creez o gaura in timp. in cele 24 de ore..hmm...adik in cele 18 ore pe care le traiesc, as vrea sa mai am cam...5...sa zicem, timpul meu. timpul prin care pacalesc universul. tot astazi, vazand pe sarite filmul London, ma gandeam ca trebuie sa imi explic mai mult totul din jurul meu. Nu e de ajuns sa ma intreb, nu e de ajuns sa stiu ca m-am gandit odata candva la ceva, trebuie sa gasesc un raspuns si sa il tin minte, cat mai fidel posibil... ha...faza tare in film, de fapt experiment: doua boluri cu orez fiert, fiecare aflat in cate o camera. timp de cateva saptamani sau luni, n'importe pas, in fiecare camera intrau cativa chinezuci si il laudau, respectiv il mustrau. Esti cel mai tare orez, i love you rice, i hate you, esti cel mai groaznic....la finalul experimentului, orezul laudat era bun de mancat iar celalalt era negru. Sincer ca as testa si eu asta... revin cu detalii daca imi iese. despre 'the hole in time' nu va voi spune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; tic-tac-ul, tic-tic :D ce bucurie...sleep to time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-1774096556468775276?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/1774096556468775276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=1774096556468775276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1774096556468775276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/1774096556468775276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/astazi-mi-am-dorit-ceva.html' title='astazi mi-am dorit CEVA'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/RjkjRkLkuBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SKz4JGQ_jX8/s72-c/10427.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-9020947755270365307</id><published>2007-05-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:58:26.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminder'/><title type='text'>vreau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;culoarea mea de viitor va fi visiniu. daca tot eram la combinatii de gri cu ceva, astazi mi-am dat seama ca am nevoie de gri si visiniu. bye. parfict, ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-9020947755270365307?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/9020947755270365307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=9020947755270365307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/9020947755270365307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/9020947755270365307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/vreau.html' title='vreau'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5600686188717103137</id><published>2007-05-01T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:52:14.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dupa zi vine noapte'/><title type='text'>cum am sarbatorit 1 Mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ca de obicei mobilul pe post de alarma de trezire, nu functioneaza pentru mine. So... in loc sa ma trezesc la 8 sa ma apuc de profilul mademoisellei Elena Basescu, m-am trezit la 11. Perfect inceput de zi, inceput prin munca nu? L-am facut pana la urma, acum 10 minute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun...azi am fost in parc, dragutz as spune Tineretului cu oameni in el. Nu am prea inteles atmosfera, nu era nimci deosebit. Erau tineri, batrani, copii care se simteau bine dar care nu se simteau de 1 Mai. Oare cum ar fi trebuit sa ne simtim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, m-am bucurat de natura, cu doi prieteni, care doresc sa ramana anonimi. (asta a fost tare, e de la TCI). Imi place de mine cand sunt autocritica si autoapreciativa. Si pozele de pe perete spun ca am ceva cu mine. :P Sa revin ca o iau pe langar drum. Foarte frumoasa lumina din parc. Daca poti sa iti imaginezi un verde puternic al castanilor amestecat cu un albastru tare al cerului care statea sa picure...poate florile castanilor erau picuri de ploaie. Cine stie? Foarte fumos. Lumina de fotografie, popcorn cu caramel si bere la terasa. Aaa...si trebuie sa adaug si intoleranta prietenilor mei fata de niste caini amarati, a nu se intelege 'vagabonzi'. Nu. Aveau stapani dar erau niste caini urati. Replica: "Ce mi-ar placea sa am un caine ca sa rad in fiecare dimineata de el." :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din categoria lucruri de facut face parte si trezitul maine dimineata. of.&lt;br /&gt;i'd better go. Vajjjj vajjj - si vantul viu vuia in valconul veu.&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/1192642763465328978-5600686188717103137?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5600686188717103137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5600686188717103137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5600686188717103137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5600686188717103137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/cum-am-sarbatorit-1-mai.html' title='cum am sarbatorit 1 Mai'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-5692352654968324728</id><published>2007-05-01T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:42:46.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dau cu parerea in cap'/><title type='text'>hai la mici si bere in Piata Revolutiei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Haha...ce ma distreaza initiativele astea populare. Ma trezesc eu frumos si zic 'ia sa vad ce mai e nou prin lume'. Normal, sursa mea e Realitatea. Surprinzator astazi merge online (stiu. toata lumea e la mici in Piata Revolutiei :)) ). Bine ca ma lasa pe mine sa ma uit la 'tv'. Asa... si ce vad eu pe Realitatea... direct din Parcul Izvor. Marea rosie pesedista, care asteapta sa-si primeasca pestisorii/adeptii din toata tara. Dupa marsul prin Bucuresti, se vor strane in Parcul Izvor pentru campania anti-Basescu. Cu mici, bere, steaguri, discursuri politice, artificii si muzica...asa va petrece PSD-ul 1 Mai. Micii si berea va fi gratuita doar pentru cei care si-au luat bilete de la sediul PSD, s-au asigurat ei ca nu ii hranesc si pe gura-casca sau mai grav, pe sustinatorii/spionii lui Base. =)) Aaaa...ca sa nu mai spun cum a inceput Mircea Geoana ziua, cu un discurs pro onestitate si modestie...ha ha ha pe care il va repeta astazi pe seara. Oare ce face Base astazi, capitala pare sa fie a lui Geoana. Compenseaza Boc la Cluj. Pfuu...m-am bagat si in politica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Hmmm...lasa ca e bine si asa. Eu o sa ies la o bere (platita de mine) si poate la o vata de zahar, intr-un parc linistit, departe de frumoasa scena politica. Ma pregatesc pentru cele doua luni de 'foc'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-5692352654968324728?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/5692352654968324728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=5692352654968324728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5692352654968324728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/5692352654968324728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/05/hai-la-mici-si-bere-in-piata-revolutiei.html' title='hai la mici si bere in Piata Revolutiei'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1192642763465328978.post-6832345492380937985</id><published>2007-04-30T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:37:14.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cand adela scrie'/><title type='text'>azi este maine</title><content type='html'>Hmmm e complicat sa incepi sa iti faci blog. Spun asta pentru ca nu sunt la prima incercare. Poate asta imi reuseste. E 10:39 si pentru ca nu am chef sa ma apuc de 'to do list' am zis: Hai sa-mi fac blog. Tocmai am terminat 2 serii din Prison Break (cine stie, stie) si am devenit addicted. Asa ca astept seria urmatoare care ma va mai tine cateva zile in fata calculatorului. In loc sa ma bucur de soare, prin Sibiu sau prin alte parti ale tarii, am ales odihna si mancare, mancare si somn, somn si eu. Eeee...nu toate spre un bine, dar asta am ales sa fac si nu regret. nu acum. Cam atat am vrut sa spun azi... asa de inceput timid. noapte usoara imi doresc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1192642763465328978-6832345492380937985?l=tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/feeds/6832345492380937985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1192642763465328978&amp;postID=6832345492380937985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6832345492380937985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1192642763465328978/posts/default/6832345492380937985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tic-tac-tac-tic.blogspot.com/2007/04/azi-este-azi.html' title='azi este maine'/><author><name>Adela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06094501562454572545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mI3MSRftWX8/Rn1bBiz23bI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PgnVHGWP3l0/s320/IMG_4682.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
