<?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-2665193830091808248</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:09:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget love, I'd rather fall in chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-1480483931880215739</id><published>2010-08-19T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:38:36.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pustoaice, pitzi si campul muncii</title><content type='html'>Se ia o situatie:&lt;br /&gt;Venita de la tara "ajunsa-n Capitala de la casa natala" (vorba cantecului), vezi Doamne, sa stea fata la facultate unde sunt bulivare si merg cainii cu covrigi in coada, cu banuti de chirie si d-ale gurii, fata porneste pe un nou fagas si o noua etapa a educatiei.&lt;br /&gt;In primele luni i se pare cam agitat, totul e ceva nou, dupa un timp descopera Mall-ul, cluburile (fostele discoteci), fustitele scurte, top-urile decoltate, baietii draguti si cu masinuta (nu tractor sau plug) si incepe sa-i placa si mai mult ceea ce ii placea deja (adica tinerea sub control a hormonilor), da frau liber accesoriilor pe unde poate, cu cine poate (excludem varianta "a vrea")si uite asa mai apare o pitzipoanca in peisajul urbanistic.&lt;br /&gt;Acum ma intreb: parintii aia sunt atat de inapti incat au impresia ca fata venita in Capitala, la o facultate particulara,care da prea putin pe acasa, chiar invata si isi face un rost in Bucuresti?&lt;br /&gt;Pe cuvant ca pana acum nu am auzit de cineva venit din provincie la o facultate particulara si sa devina cineva in urma absolvirii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa ce termina facultatea isi face CV-ul si incepe sa aplice. Deh, parintii nu prea te mai pot tine, adica sa-ti trimita bani de chirie si papa (a se citi hainute si cluburi)si daca ti-ai terminat facultatea zicese trebuie sa fii capabil, super capabil si calificat si iti vin joburile la nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaa? Nasoala situatie. Si mai pui ca e si criza si tu n-ai o zi de experienta (poate doar de prestatoare la bara sau consumatoare de bauturi si mai e un post bun: pierde vara) si se bat mii de oameni pe un post. Da, fix ala de Asistent Manager ca toate aplicati pentru postul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Si aveti impresia ca veti rezista mult in jungla asta, mai ales daca nu stii sa deschizi un Outlook.&lt;br /&gt;Eu zic sa va gasiti repede un "donator" ca altfel va intoarceti la coada vacii. Auuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-1480483931880215739?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1480483931880215739/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=1480483931880215739' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1480483931880215739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1480483931880215739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/08/pustoaice-pitzi-si-campul-muncii.html' title='Pustoaice, pitzi si campul muncii'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-2367208697154199000</id><published>2010-07-15T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:21:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the new tomorrow</title><content type='html'>De astazi am decis sa ma schimb.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca azi este maine. Pentru ca am inteles ca in viata trebuie sa dai tot ce este rau, urat si putin important la o parte, iar apoi raman optiunile. Alegi intre a fi bine sau a fi rau.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt cea care alege cum sa-si traiasca viata. Eu adica tu si toti cei de langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;Aleg sa nu ma mai las influentata de altii si sa imi construiesc singura drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca fiecare om te incurajeaza si sfatuieste dupa cum ar dori sa faca pentru el. Dar poate pentru mine nu este cea mai fiabila optiune.&lt;br /&gt;Nu avem de ce sa ne facem probleme si ganduri pentru ziua de maine pentru ca oricum vine cu piedici, iar maine ma gandesc la ziua de poimaine care este idem.&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc intr-un tandem de ganduri negre si polemici?&lt;br /&gt;Sau merg pe premisa: ce o fi o fi?&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt propriul meu lider! Nu este nimeni indreptatit sau calificat sa ma conduca. In ganduri, simtaminte sau decizii.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma trezesc dimineata gandindu-ma cat de grea si neagra e viata mea. Am o cafea buna in fata si o tigara. Ma focusez pe cafea. Amara,dar dulce, se simte usor aroma laptelui gras. Gandurile se disperseaza si brusc imi dau seama ca sunt detalii care ma fac sa zambesc si sa ma simt bine. Sunt stapana pe viata mea si doar eu pot alege daca sunt o victima sau o trufasa.&lt;br /&gt;Pot alege sa plang (sa ma plang) sau sa (imi) zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;Si am observat ca un zambet de-al meu ii poate calma si pe cei din jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt puternica si pot da putere si altora.&lt;br /&gt;Ma accept asa cum sunt si incerc sa evoluez. Si poate altii dupa mine. Fara profetii, doar sa fiu bine dispusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la sfarsit eu sunt cea care decide cum imi traiesc viata! Iar eu aleg partea buna a vietii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cum alegi sa iti traiesti viata?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-2367208697154199000?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2367208697154199000/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=2367208697154199000' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2367208697154199000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2367208697154199000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-is-new-tomorrow.html' title='Today is the new tomorrow'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-7183911088714290292</id><published>2010-07-12T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T05:08:19.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am fost comparata cu un copac...&lt;br /&gt;Problema e ca un copac ramane un copac. Nu se poate transforma in floare sau oricum ceva cu... circumvolutiuni sau protuberante.&lt;br /&gt;Ghinion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-7183911088714290292?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7183911088714290292/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=7183911088714290292' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7183911088714290292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7183911088714290292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-fost-comparata-cu-un-copac.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-7233994781377195536</id><published>2010-07-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T03:20:34.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Astept... Mai e putin... Am asteptat un an! Numar zilele si parca mai e mult totusi... Ajung la ore si parca mai e o infinitate. &lt;br /&gt;Above &amp; Beyond, nisip, rasarit, mare, baie si dans, prieteni si bere, iubire... Toate cu mine si pentru mine! AMR 17 zile... and counting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, vreau sa-mi cer scuze. Sunt o uituca si o rea. A fost ziua ta si am uitat. Promit ca sambata vin la tine cu o floare. Nu 2, nu 4. Una singura. Frumoasa ca tine.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine esti aici, langa mine si in suflet! Inca ma intreb cum ar fi fost daca ai fi fost cu noi. Sa crestem si sa invatam impreuna. Sa glumim si sa radem cum o faceam odata. Sa ne sfatuim si sa ne spunem ofurile... cum o faceam atunci. Mi-e dor de tine, ne e dor de tine! Chiar daca tacem, inca ne doare. &lt;br /&gt;Prin tine am invatat sa ne apreciem si sa tinem aproape unii de altii. Astia putini care am mai ramas impreuna. Asta e marele tau merit! Chiar daca ai platit pentru noi ca sa ne dam seama de asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-7233994781377195536?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7233994781377195536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=7233994781377195536' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7233994781377195536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7233994781377195536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/07/astept.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-4856884901469875084</id><published>2010-06-25T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T03:36:18.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma simt mica. Mica mica de tot.&lt;br /&gt;Ca un gandacel care asteapta sa fie strivit in orice moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-4856884901469875084?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4856884901469875084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=4856884901469875084' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/4856884901469875084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/4856884901469875084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/06/ma-simt-mica.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-9209186852822971113</id><published>2010-06-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:40:25.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5.40, Cluj, lumina afara, 4 ore 20 min pana la deschidere.&lt;br /&gt;Mult Burn in vezica si totusi voie buna.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu, pentru toate astea nu exista Master Card!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-9209186852822971113?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/9209186852822971113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=9209186852822971113' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/9209186852822971113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/9209186852822971113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/06/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-2837483421918204233</id><published>2010-06-06T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:45:50.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oameni calzi, strazi curate, cladiri aliniate cu rigla parca, dealuri cand verzi, cand albe, luminile de pe dealuri se vad de la geam, din cand in cand trece cate un avion pe care il zaresc printre jaluzele, prieteni pe care desi ii vezi rar te bucuri cand ii intalnesti si iti dau un sfat sau macar de asculta indiferent de problemele pe care le ai, chiar si doar printr-un zambet din care iti dai seama ca sunt alaturi de tine, trag aer in piept si e curat. Un oftat si totusi e mai cuminte.&lt;br /&gt;E linistea de care am nevoie in agitatul meu Bucuresti si pe care o gasesc aici.&lt;br /&gt;Cald si bine. In suflet si afara.&lt;br /&gt;A venit vara. Iar pe tine, oras drag, te iubesc si as vrea sa ne bem cafeaua in fiecare dimineata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-2837483421918204233?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2837483421918204233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=2837483421918204233' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2837483421918204233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2837483421918204233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/06/un-singur-loc-imi-da-linistea.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-9068247151224324888</id><published>2010-05-27T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T04:14:12.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mai... sfarsit de Mai. &lt;br /&gt;Imi aduce aminte de sfarsitul scolii. Aha, pe vremea aia cand ma gandeam ca vine vacanta de vara, profii nu prea dadeau pe la scoala ca oricum nu aveau cu cine sa tina orele.&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum ma gandesc cum si in ce fel sa-mi gestionez cele 21 de zile de concediu ca sa-mi ajunga sa ma relaxez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest... blank... pur si simplu blank. Astept sa-mi vad marea si sa-mi ingrop picioarele in nisip si sa ma izbeasca valurile de scoicile de pe mal.&lt;br /&gt;Si intre timp ma delectez cu muzica buna.&lt;br /&gt;What else to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-9068247151224324888?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/9068247151224324888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=9068247151224324888' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/9068247151224324888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/9068247151224324888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/mai.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-107890357745802407</id><published>2010-05-03T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:45:39.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dupa parerea mea, femeile se impart in 3 categorii. Cele care intorc capete pe strada des, cele care intorc mai putin si cele dupa care nu se intoarce capul deloc sau doar din dezgust.&lt;br /&gt;Primele ar fi cele frumoase, care atrag prin fizicul impunator (a se citi sani si posterior impunator), urmatoarele sunt cele care au acel du-te- vino, nu sunt foarte atragatoare, dar au ceva aparte.&lt;br /&gt;Eu de fapt as vrea sa cred ca fac parte dintr-o a patra categorie, departe de standardul fizic, categoria celor care nu capteaza priviri pe strada, dar in momentul in care au ceva de zis nu intorc capete in spate. Ci sunt privite in ochi.&lt;br /&gt;Iar asta se intampla si la 30 de ani si la 40+ si pot atrage oamenii pana la sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca pana la urma asta este ceea ce dainuieste pana murim: charisma si inteligenta nu se vor ofili niciodata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-107890357745802407?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/107890357745802407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=107890357745802407' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/107890357745802407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/107890357745802407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/05/dupa-parerea-mea-femeile-se-impart-in-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-1436371023314783735</id><published>2010-04-13T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T03:25:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.primii20deani.ro/concurs/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.primii20deani.ro/concursBanner/banner125X400.jpg" alt="concurs paralela45"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-1436371023314783735?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1436371023314783735/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=1436371023314783735' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1436371023314783735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1436371023314783735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/04/concurs-paralela45.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-7320202651692801937</id><published>2010-04-09T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:31:23.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Incep sa cred din ce in ce mai multa ca zicala " Pentru ca oamenii din jurul tau sa se schimbe trebuie sa te schimbi mai intai pe tine insati" este un bullshit. Un mare mare bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;Insa reincep sa cred cu tarie in  ceea ce odinioara m-a facut sa ma schimb (proasta alegere, foarte proasta). Credeam in neincredere. Adica daca am incredere in cineva si da dovada ca nu merita increderea mea, am de suferit. Dar daca nu am incredere de la bun inceput si imi inseala asteptarile, nu am nimic de pierdut si nici de suferit si nici peretii nu vor avea de suferit pentru ca nu ma voi da cu capul de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a zis cineva de curand ca sunt o mare proasta. Zis din suflet, cu patos!&lt;br /&gt;DA! Sunt! Am fost! Voi mai fi?&lt;br /&gt;Acum... care e diferenta dintre a fi prost si a fi luat de prost? Care e diferenta dintre a fi luat de prost si a face pe prostul pentru a nu crea alte dispute/ conflicte?&lt;br /&gt;Si asta e valabil pentru toti oamenii care sunt in jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori m-ati luat de proasta? Va zic eu: De mult mai putine ori decat datile in care am facut eu pe proasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-7320202651692801937?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7320202651692801937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=7320202651692801937' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7320202651692801937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7320202651692801937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/04/incep-sa-cred-din-ce-in-ce-mai-multa-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-3346084307050101032</id><published>2010-03-31T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:27:40.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre destepti</title><content type='html'>... sau aia care se cred destepti!&lt;br /&gt;Cred cu tarie ca inca nu s-a nascut omul care sa ma minta/ prosteasca/ fraiereasca/ ameteasca etc. si pe care sa nu-l descopar intr-un final.&lt;br /&gt;Asta este noul meu scop in viata. Am descoperit un alt joc, amuzant, dar cu un usor gust amar, dar usor.&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac oamenii care ma mint in fata, eu dau din cap aprobator sau pur si simplu nu spun nimic si vad expresia fetei lor, aia de: "Nu s-a prins nici la gogoasa asta. Hai, mai ia un pedigree!"&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce ei nu stiu este exact, identic si la fel cu morala zicalei: what comes around, goes around.&lt;br /&gt;Si incearca sa-ti vanda "fitosele" cu tot felul de toping-uri, pana vine unu` in spate si spune ca a facut salmonela cand a mancat ultima oara de la ghereta gogosarului (sau gogoserist? gogosier?). Si pac, ti-a cazut rulota-n cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai e bine? E frumos? Pai este! Ca o meriti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-3346084307050101032?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3346084307050101032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=3346084307050101032' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3346084307050101032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3346084307050101032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/03/despre-destepti.html' title='Despre destepti'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-869308043223230743</id><published>2010-03-29T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:18:48.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa-ti mearga totul prost? Dar absolut totul prost?&lt;br /&gt;Spre exemplu sa-ti fie frica sa te urci in avion la gandul ca pot muri oameni nevinovati din cauza ta pentru ca ai ghinion cu carul si se prabuseste dihania cu toti?&lt;br /&gt;Sau la fiecare pas sa te gandesti ca iti pica un ghiveci in cap si mori desi nu e nicio fereastra in dreptul capului tau?&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, mie mi se intampla!!&lt;br /&gt;O fi aura murdara de la atatea pacate sau cineva mi-a pus gand rau. Dar ma tot gandesc pe cine am suparat si deranjat si pe cuvant ca nu-mi trece nimeni prin cap. Nu e falsa modestie... Bine, poate un pic.&lt;br /&gt;Apropo de pacate, ma duc la preot, dupa o saptamana de post (groaznic, groaznic!) si ma intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;Ai pacate trupesti?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;E pacat. Sa nu mai faci, fata mea, decat dupa casatorie! (eu dau din cap)&lt;br /&gt;Ai prieten?&lt;br /&gt;Da, de aproape 3 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Ai inselat?&lt;br /&gt;Da. (stupoare, apoi liniste)&lt;br /&gt;Fumezi?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;Bei?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;Alte pacate mai ai? (in conditiile in care eu ii spusesem ca am mintit, parat, barfit, jignit)&lt;br /&gt;As putea sa mai am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a dat canon sa mai tin o saptamana de post. . .Am mai rezistat o zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc ca totul merge prost doar pentru ca e primavara si e astenie, bat-o vina!&lt;br /&gt;Si in momentele astea tampite am mai multa nevoie de tine. Desi cateodata parca nu te sufar cand retraiesc clipele alea grele (stii tu). Dar pe cuvant ca incerc sa am incredere ca totul va fi bine. Mai bine. Ca stii ca de fel sunt optimista si puternica. Dar am nevoie sa ma ridici si sa ma mangai, sa-mi spui ca totul e bine si ca ma iubesti la fel. Sau nu, ca de fapt abia acum ma iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Asta o stiu, dar incerc sa ma conving... autoconving. Dar stii ca e greu. Sau daca nu stii, pentru ca nu ai trait sentimentul, iti spun eu ca este, inca este.&lt;br /&gt;Dar in ciuda a tot, te iubesc pentru ca suntem la fel, pentru ca ne sustinem cand unuia ii este greu, pentru ca radem ca tampitii doar daca pocim cuvinte si razi de degetele mele sau cand ma stramb si spui ca sunt copilasha ta si ca nu stii ce te-ai face fara bubu.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu, my dear friend, iti multumesc ca incerci sa ma intelegi si ma sustii, desi sunt schimbata si nu ma stii asa. Dar am fost mereu la bine si la greu. Daca stau bine sa ma gandesc tu ai fost singura care m-a ascultat si sfatuit chiar daca le aveai si tu pe ale tale. Si si... eu chiar te iubesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-869308043223230743?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/869308043223230743/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=869308043223230743' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/869308043223230743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/869308043223230743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/03/ti-s-intamplat-vreodata-sa-ti-mearga.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-8087018936101237615</id><published>2010-02-25T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T08:00:09.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma intreb de ce oamenii una spun si alta fac.&lt;br /&gt;Mai ugly e atunci cand spun ceea ce spun doar pentru ca altii sa fie impresionati de caracterul puternic, ilustru, nepatat, aproape nefiresc si prea putin intalnit pe al nostru Pamant al indivizilor despre care vorbim.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata ma gandesc ca poate ar fi mai bine sa suferim toti de Tourette si sa ne spunem parerile cu nonsalanta, fara sa fim falsi, doar pentru a parea niste oameni corecti.&lt;br /&gt;Dar din pacate nu o sa inteleg niciodata specimenele de genul asta. Incerc doar sa ma feresc, pe cat pot si sper sa pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-8087018936101237615?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8087018936101237615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=8087018936101237615' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/8087018936101237615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/8087018936101237615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/02/ma-intreb-de-ce-oamenii-una-spun-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6608358435072206157</id><published>2010-02-15T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T06:59:58.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about UK</title><content type='html'>Am avut ocazia sa plec 2 zile la Londra (da, orasul ala cu ceata, am auzit asocierea asta de vreo 7 ori pana acum, nu inteleg de ce) si am cateva puncte... de punctat.&lt;br /&gt;-zborul de 4 ore ok, exceptand presiunea mica suportata atata timp, incat la un moment dat aveam impresia ca ma transform in Lurch din Familia Addams, doar ca eu nu aveam dopuri, ci pur si simplu imi explodau doar timpanele.&lt;br /&gt;-transfer in aeroport cu un fel de tren, dar fara sofer (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;-aeroport- Centrul Londrei- o ora juma`de mers "pe contrasens". Groaznic!&lt;br /&gt;-rar vezi strada cu 2 benzi&lt;br /&gt;- trotuare inguste&lt;br /&gt;-nu exista cosuri de gunoi pe strada. Bine, unul la 100 m, dar oricum mai rare ca Mc-urile, de care dai la fiecare 50 m.&lt;br /&gt;-agitatie! Multa agitatie! Ceea ce mi-a placut de altfel.&lt;br /&gt;-barbati imbracati la costum&lt;br /&gt;-BMW-uri la tot pasul&lt;br /&gt;-cate 2 Bentley-uri pe o strada&lt;br /&gt;-multe magazine&lt;br /&gt;-multe pub-uri&lt;br /&gt;-multe Starbucks-uri&lt;br /&gt;-magazine imense in care cel mai scump produs era pe undeva pe la 70 lei (15 lire) si haine chiar ok.&lt;br /&gt;-o bere intr-un pub 5 lire. Pai de banii astia beau 10 aici.&lt;br /&gt;-englezii stiu sa se distreze. Joi seara cluburile pline si tineri/e cu sticle de whiskey in mana in centrul Londrei, unde totodata este plin de Politie.&lt;br /&gt;-multi pakistanezi, indieni, negri care servesc la Mc, Burger King, KFC. Mi-a fost sincer frica sa mananc inauntrul restaurantului din cauza mizeriei. Cartofi si sosuri pe jos, la tot pasul, pusti cu sticle de vin pe masa in Mc. Sa nu mai spun ca au gust de stricat cartofii, iar carnea gust de soia expirata cu multa ceapa.&lt;br /&gt;-taxiurile scumpe. 70 lire cursa pana la aeroport...hmm.. vreo 300 lei. Si soferul era turc, iar eu ma grabeam sa nu pierd avionul. Dupa ce i-am zis de 3 ori sa-i dea talpa si tot cu 70 mergea, am renuntat!&lt;br /&gt;- la metrou miroase a negrotei.&lt;br /&gt;- nu inteleg cum poate costa o calatorie cu autobuzul 2 lire, dar daca iti faci card pentru o zi te costa 3. 20?&lt;br /&gt;- British Museum rulz!&lt;br /&gt;- London Eye inchis cand am ajuns eu (nici nu ma asteptam sa fie deschis la cat noroc am eu)&lt;br /&gt;- Parlamentul superb, ca si locatia, pe malul Tamisei, vizavi de London Eye, despartite de London Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;- am ratat intalnirea cu Garda Regala de la Buckingham Palace. Vroiam sa ii bag cuiva un deget in.. ochi.&lt;br /&gt;- plimbat pe strazi pana la 3 in deplina siguranta, dar intrebata de cateva ori daca am cu cine sa merg in club sau daca nu as vrea sa am. Bineinteles, no way!&lt;br /&gt;- era sa ma calce autobuzul pentru ca nu mi-am dat seama ca era cu fata spre mine, nu cu spatele.&lt;br /&gt;- Cola e fasaita, nu are pic de acid si are gust de clocit.&lt;br /&gt;- la poarta institutiilor nu se sta cu orele ca la noi. In 5 minute esti "executat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per total a fost ok, chiar daca pare ca nu mi-a placut. Au o mentalitate mai libertina, stiu sa se distreze, iar orasul are partile lui frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Engleza britanica nu suna chiar atat de nasol! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6608358435072206157?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6608358435072206157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6608358435072206157' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6608358435072206157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6608358435072206157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-talk-about-uk.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about UK'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6755078404776728526</id><published>2010-02-09T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:48:31.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tine</title><content type='html'>Stii... inca imi este dor de tine si astept sa te intalnesc pe strada si sa-mi sari de gat, chiar si dupa atata timp.&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca am fost ocupata lately, dar inca am timp zilnic sa ma gandesc la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa tot ce s-a intamplat inca mai am urmele degetelor palmei primite, pentru ca m-ai invatat sa pretuiesc mai mult ce am in jur (desigur, stii ca nu arat asta celorlalti, asa cum nu am facut nici cu tine).&lt;br /&gt;Promit ca ne vedem cu urmatoarea ocazie si toate cele ce vor veni dupa ea, pana cand vom rade iar impreuna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6755078404776728526?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6755078404776728526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6755078404776728526' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6755078404776728526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6755078404776728526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/02/pentru-tine.html' title='Pentru tine'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-3959761938854834810</id><published>2010-01-04T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:54:39.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time... no speak</title><content type='html'>N-am mai scris de multicel si cred ca nu as sti cu ce sa incep.&lt;br /&gt;Pe de-o parte bucurii, distractii si suparari sau probleme.&lt;br /&gt;Poate cel mai trist lucru ce mi s-a intamplat a fost sa realizez ca mi-am pierdut cel mai bun prieten.&lt;br /&gt;Stii... prietenul ala in care ai incredere si stii ca este langa tine neconditionat chiar daca tu faci figuri si ai crize de personalitate sau ai o pasa proasta si ii spui ca nu ai chef de el si te intelege. Chiar daca iesiti in parc si tu vrei Cola, iar el apa sau tu vrei pufuleti si el floricele, dar nu-i bai, nu va certati din nimicuri d-astea.&lt;br /&gt;Ala cu care imparti fiecare bucatica de paine, gram din timpul tau, fiecare firicel din fiecare clipa si milisecunda a vietii tale. Cel cu care razi atunci cand rade si cel cu care plangi atunci cand plange, chiar daca tu nu ii arati pentru ca esti o dura si esti tare pe pozitii, doar ca sa nu auzi hohote si mai tari de plans.&lt;br /&gt;Tot best friend for ever (viva 90s) este ala care te suna neincetat sa vada ce ai mai facut in ultima ora de cand nu te-a auzit... sau ala care iti zice in fiecare noapte somn usor, vorbim maine.&lt;br /&gt;Sau ala care vine dupa tine sa te ia cand ma-ta iti face scandal acasa si iti vine sa o arunci pe geam fara parasuta sau cand iti imaginezi cum face implozie sau brusc ramane fara dinti si nu mai poate scoate un cuvant.&lt;br /&gt;Saaau cel cu care imparti pachetul de tigari sau cel care te trezeste la munte sa iti spuna ca peste noapte a nins, iar noaptea te invelea ca sa nu-ti fie frig.&lt;br /&gt;Cu care ai baut cot la cot, langa care ai fost cand a pierdut pe cineva drag sau injura de mama focului regimul comunist sau nu se intelegea cu ai lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ala care iti promitea ca atata timp cat exista nimeni nu o sa te poata atinge pentru ca TU vei fi peste oricine si nu ar avea cum sa ajunga la tine. Decat EL, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Si cand il luai in brate nu mai vedeai si nu mai auzeai decat poate respiratia lui si o bucata din piele si iti era suficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now what?&lt;br /&gt;Te ridici, te scuturi, iti dai 2,3, o mie de palme pentru cat ai fost de bou si mergi mai departe. Dar nu la fel. AICI ai lasat o parte din tine. Chiar jumatate. Si inca jumatate din cealalta jumatate.&lt;br /&gt;Si unii se intreaba de ce oamenii sunt rai si egoisti. Tot din cauza oamenilor. Ne inraim prin ceea ce ne facem unii altora. E usor sa faci rau, dar e greu sa faci bine. Gresit! Nimic mai gresit! Pur si simplu cel mai bine e sa nu faci nimic! Pamantul se invarte, pasarile zboara, trandafirii miros, afara ninge. Toate merg bine si fara ca tu sa faci ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua mea "durere" e imposibilitatea mea de a intelege cum de unele la ora 8 dimineata sunt machiate si aranjate ca de iesit in club (mie asta oricum imi ia 20 min, dar fie, astea prefer sa le pastrez pentru somn).&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat si eu de cateva ori chestia asta. But, there is a but... Abia vad sa ma pensez, poate pentru ca imi intra penseta in ochi si fondul de ten pur si simplu se infunda chiar la iesirea prin gaurica, rimelul se transforma brusc in dusmanul meu pentru ca tine musai, dar musai sa ajunga pe sub gene, pe langa gene, prin sprancene si intr-un final sa te murdaresti pe nas. Iar cand ajungi in lift iti dai seama ca te-ai dat cu prea mult blush (idiot cuvant) si da-i si sterge.&lt;br /&gt;Si iesi afara si ploua...sau ninge... sau e soare si transpiri ca un atlet la 1000 de metri garduri si brusc iti dai seama ca cineva de sus s-a cacat in toata munca ta.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, nu ma mai machiez. Oricum nu ma vede nimeni dimineata. Nici macar eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Urasc curvele! Uitam sa spun ce era mai important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-3959761938854834810?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3959761938854834810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=3959761938854834810' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3959761938854834810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3959761938854834810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-speak.html' title='Long time... no speak'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-2316585834107042373</id><published>2009-10-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:29:51.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inteleg ca inca nu e timpul meu, nu a venit vremea mea. Asta trebuie sa fie un semn de Sus. Daca e cineva acolo, sigur e vreun erou din jocurile de strategie. 'Rivalul tau este Andreea. Ce arma iti alegi? Toporul sau cutitul?'.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt sigura ca pentru mine nu exista vreo pauza. Give me a break!!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu poti sa treci la nivelul urmator pana nu ma nimicesti?&lt;br /&gt;N-ai un buton cu skip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate la anul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe cuvant ca urasc toamna. Abia a trecut, dar abia astept sa vina vara.&lt;br /&gt;Nu suport mirosul aerului umed si nici sa imi inghete nasul si sa imi fleoscaie sosetele in adidasi. Chiar daca imi iau cizme, tot iau apa. Nu stiu cum reusesc.&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea e trista si deprimata toamna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell the roses! Mai sunt doar 6 luni pana apar ghioceii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: bahtalo, MarlAnco, in noul anus scolarus!&lt;br /&gt;Bocanc usor,talpa iute, saltea moale si putini prosti! Mai e putin!&lt;br /&gt;Remember the best times are yet to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-2316585834107042373?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2316585834107042373/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=2316585834107042373' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2316585834107042373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2316585834107042373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/10/inteleg-ca-inca-nu-e-timpul-meu-nu.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-5380282736795413461</id><published>2009-09-23T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:47:24.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma duc sa mananc ca omu` la Food and Court-ul de la Unirea Shopping Center (pun pariu ca pipitele nu stiu ca se numeste asa, ci cunosc doar numele de Unirii).&lt;br /&gt;Ma asez la masa si incep sa-mi savurez hamburger-ul. Din senin incep sa ma inec. Si parca nu prea puteam sa respir. Ma intorc. Tanti cea morcovie de la masa din spatele meu tinea tigara fix in asa fel incat sa trag fumul ei pe nas.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sunt fumatoare, imi place la nebunie sa fumez. Dar nu ii deranjez pe ceilalti, mai ales in locurile unde se mananca.&lt;br /&gt;O rog frumos sa tina tigara altfel, se stramba la mine de parca tocmai vazuse un nebun si imi spune: vad ca si dvs. fumati (aveam pachetul pe masa). Da, dar nu in nasul dvs. si cu atat mai putin sub semnul de FUMATUL INTERZIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cumpar Libertatea (unul dintre cele mai cretine "tabloide" din presa autohtona). Titlu mare pe prima pagina: &lt;em&gt;Se legalizeaza prostitutia si consumul de stupefiante usoare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ghici ce? Baselu` incurajeaza propunerea Parlamentului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai hai sa facem putina educatie si disciplina. Studiile arata ca toti consumatorii de droguri au pornit de la consumul de droguri usoare (marijuana, hash, diazepam, xanax in combinatie cu alcool etc.), apoi se trece la cele de risc mediu si inevitabil la injectabile. Adicatelea, astia de o sa fumeze doar, sunt dependentii de maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi incurajam consumul de droguri, dar nu si traficul. Adica avem voie sa plantam ierburi. Maine citesc pe prima pagina: Romania a iesit din criza datorita ierburilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ar trebui mai intai sa se investeasca in centrele de dezintoxicare si sa se faciliteze intrarea dependentilor de stupefiante. Nu sa nu te poti curata pentru ca iti trebuie 3-4000 euro.&lt;br /&gt;Sau nu stiu, sa se construiasca mai multe. Sau sa fie innoite procedurile, nu numai tratamentele cu metadona care te distrug pe plan psihic si fizic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate nu ar trebui legalizat consumul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-5380282736795413461?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5380282736795413461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=5380282736795413461' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/5380282736795413461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/5380282736795413461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/ma-duc-sa-mananc-ca-omu-la-food-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-1932368845753640783</id><published>2009-09-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:38:14.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Citat din Kudika:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vrei sa te indragostesti? Vrei sa ai fluturasi in burta? Sa razi la orice prostioara si sa te bucuri de fiecare zi? Sa vezi mereu partea plina a paharului? Sa ai pe cine sa admiri, respecti si iubesti? Sa ai cu cine sa iti faci planuri pentru weekend... vacanta de vara... viata?Ai zis da? Pai si atunci ce mai astepti? Ahh.. il astepti pe EL? Dar de ce sa astepti ? Toata viata asteptam : asteptam autobuzul, asteptam sa ne sune prietenii sa ne invite la film, asteptam promovarea, asteptam multumiri sau pareri de rau, iar cel mai trist e cand stam la coada pentru o declaratie de dragoste.Ce-ar fi sa nu mai asteptam? Viata e prea scurta ca sa ne-o irosim asteptand. Ce-ar fi sa faci tu ceva de data acesta? Cum ce? A, stai linistita, iti ofer eu un tips: SPEED DATING. Gandeste-te: iti faci noi prieteni, castigi incredere in tine, intalnesti mai multi potentiali parteneri intr-o singura seara, multa distractie si comunicare. Ce zici? Vrei sa ne indragostim?Te astept duminica, 20 septembrie ora 18:00, la Restaurant Ginger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E deja 22. Am ratat si intalnirea asta, la naiba!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traducere:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentru triste singuratice, deprimate si dependente de calmante, se ofera solutia intalnirii cu masculi oligofreni, veniti in gloata cu bijuteriile umflate, ca poate poate prind o domnisoara la 40 de ani in cautare de aventuri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si ajunsa acolo ce zici? Ce faci? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te duci la bar si intrebi barmanul daca a vazut o multime de maimutoi asteptand dragostea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sau au oligo ceva pancarte pe care scrie: This is the way to your happiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma intreb eu asa, in mintea mea de persoana mai timida, ce femeie s-o duce la astfel de intalniri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mai nou relatiile nu incep prin cunostinte, locuri frecventate de ambii parteneri etc., ci trebuie sa se organizeze conferinte de petting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce tristi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-1932368845753640783?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1932368845753640783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=1932368845753640783' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1932368845753640783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1932368845753640783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/citat-din-kudika-vrei-sa-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-7886598123297531856</id><published>2009-09-22T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T05:40:01.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you want is what you get?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vreau sa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- stau pe lac cu o bere buna in mana si sa rontai pufuleti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- dau un tur de Herastrau vara, dimineata, sa privesc posesorii de patrupede cum ii scot adormiti de pe cealalta parte a lacului&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- am timp sa citesc o carte buna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ies din nou in club si sa ma intorc in zori acasa cu ratb-ul, impreuna cu toti ce 20 cu care ieseam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fiu a 9-a cand nu-mi pasa de nimeni si de nimic, pentru ca eram la liceu si ma credeam matura si nu citeam decat ce imi placea si il consideram pe Eminescu doar un repetent cand Triculeasca mi-a spus ca trebuie sa-l admir pentru ca e marele poet national. Sau cand stateam o ora intreaga la fizica in picioare preventiv pentru ca profa` stia ca urmeaza sa fac ceva. Poate timpul trebuia sa se opreasca atunci pentru Andreea si inca mai era acum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fiu a 10-a ca sa-mi aduc aminte cat de importanta este viata si prietenia chiar daca trebuie sa suferi o pierdere ca sa realizezi asta. Sau sa merg in t2 sa imi beaua cafeaua. Chiar daca ajungeam la 10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fiu a 11-a sa ma duc in fiecare week-end la Opera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fiu a 12-a pentru ca a fost pasul dinaintea "maturizarii" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fiu din nou inainte de examenul la facultate, sa nu ma demoralizeze nimeni si sa pasesc spre visul meu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- vreau ca acum 2 ani luna martie sa nu fi fost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- urc pe Turnul Eiffel si sa fac bungee jumping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- vizitez muzeele seara ca niciodata nu am apucat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- imi pun bocancii in picioare si rucsacul in spate si sa urc pana la Babele pe Jepii Mici de una singura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- inot din nou in mare pana aproape de vapoare &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- merg pe stadion si sa ma intorc acasa ragusita ca altadata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- vreau ca pentru macar o secunda cineva in lumea asta sa nu moara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- vreau ca pentru fiecare caine sa existe un stapan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- il intalnesc pe "Man in the Mirror"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- am o zi libera in care sa ma uit la televizor cu un castron de floricele in brate si sa ascult vechile cd-uri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- imi iau motor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- vreau ca prietenii mei sa fie fericiti si sa nu-i mai vad plangand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- fiu proasta. Dar proasta rau! Sa ma complac in mediocritate sau nici macar sa nu-mi dau seama de asta. Si sa spuna lumea: las-o, ma, ca nu stie, saraca, sa faca nimic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si pe cuvant ca sunt doar cateva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oare daca i le trimit Mosului ma ia in seama? :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-7886598123297531856?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7886598123297531856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=7886598123297531856' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7886598123297531856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7886598123297531856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-you-want-is-what-you-get.html' title='What you want is what you get?'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-5831709906126407577</id><published>2009-09-21T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:27:32.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel Europa 2000- Sighisoara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9nVirKVI/AAAAAAAAACI/C8tkqFXX5xE/s1600-h/DSC08266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9nVirKVI/AAAAAAAAACI/C8tkqFXX5xE/s320/DSC08266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050731784022354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9fz5KY8I/AAAAAAAAACA/Lg3hw_hnG2o/s1600-h/post-9121-1252418971_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9fz5KY8I/AAAAAAAAACA/Lg3hw_hnG2o/s320/post-9121-1252418971_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050602492453826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9YHN71tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ysWCqz_kC5c/s1600-h/DSC_5481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9YHN71tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ysWCqz_kC5c/s320/DSC_5481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050470240900818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9FIAfcqI/AAAAAAAAABw/MixCXWk-1Rk/s1600-h/DSC_5854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9FIAfcqI/AAAAAAAAABw/MixCXWk-1Rk/s320/DSC_5854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050144035435170" border="0" /&gt;Nu stiu care era mai beat :))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf871mbjTI/AAAAAAAAABo/DxaKUb76FYc/s1600-h/IMG_2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf871mbjTI/AAAAAAAAABo/DxaKUb76FYc/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384049984475467058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf8xGYRdsI/AAAAAAAAABg/7UQcmDMRRJI/s1600-h/DSCN0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf8xGYRdsI/AAAAAAAAABg/7UQcmDMRRJI/s320/DSCN0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384049800000927426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf8gHXKk7I/AAAAAAAAABY/IA8SHhQVqeE/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf8gHXKk7I/AAAAAAAAABY/IA8SHhQVqeE/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384049508206941106" 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/2665193830091808248-5831709906126407577?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5831709906126407577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=5831709906126407577' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/5831709906126407577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/5831709906126407577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/hotel-europa-2000-sighisoara.html' title='Hotel Europa 2000- Sighisoara'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/Srf9nVirKVI/AAAAAAAAACI/C8tkqFXX5xE/s72-c/DSC08266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-638482438700316998</id><published>2009-09-21T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:04:37.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu nu inteleg o situatie:&lt;br /&gt;Cum adica sa ai prietena... Dar sa fii atasat de mai multe persoane la fel ca de prietena ta?&lt;br /&gt;Si nu e vorba doar de o (una) alta persoana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casanova e copil de mingi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna asta! Trebuie notata in calendar.&lt;br /&gt;U made my day! 21.09- checked! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-638482438700316998?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/638482438700316998/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=638482438700316998' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/638482438700316998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/638482438700316998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-nu-inteleg-o-situatie-cum-adica-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6728559917761237620</id><published>2009-09-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:32:34.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Ce aveti la specialitatea zilei astazi?&lt;br /&gt;- Snitel cu prajiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porumbei, cocostarci... Ce prajiti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca in bancul:&lt;br /&gt;- Cati?&lt;br /&gt;- 5&lt;br /&gt;- Ce 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Ce cati?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6728559917761237620?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6728559917761237620/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6728559917761237620' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6728559917761237620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6728559917761237620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/ce-aveti-la-specialitatea-zilei-astazi.html' title=''/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-4170569937042501231</id><published>2009-09-20T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:08:51.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo, fara numar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cu dedicatie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum ceva vreme ma uitam cu admiratie la tine,apreciam faptul ca treci prin incercari mai grele decat mine.erai omul pregatit cu o replica pentru orice, omul care se pricepea sa faca orice bine, care te sustinea si motiva indiferent de ce bataie mancai acasa, in ciuda faptului ca n`aveai 2 000 sa`ti cumperi un pall mall mic, care`si impartea “senvisurile” cu toata clasa, si placinta cu nu mai stiu ce.&lt;br /&gt;ma faceai mereu sa rad, chiar si cand plangeam de sarea camesa de pe mine, radeam cand zburam din ora de romana sa fumam la baie, radeam cand chiuleam, radeam cand eram in parc, radeam chiar si cand stiam ce ne asteapta acasa.radeam de fete, radeam de baieti, eram niste persoane spirituale(si suntem in continuare), radeam de cocalari(da`pe vremea aia le zicea”manelisti terminati”) ne visam cu locuri de munca bine platite, cu prieteni stabili , cu masini(sau nu mai stiu daca aveam noi idealuri d`astea pe 4 roti, da`mergea introdus in context)cu de toate, si mai presus de orice, ne doream sa nu ne schimbam,sa zambim in continuare, sa ne dam mesaje cretine cand vreunu isi arunca mucii pe adidasii tai in 41, sa zburdam in kristal fara sa ne verifice nimeni, sa punem la comun un pachet de tigari, sa bem aceeasi bere, sa fluieram dupa persoane de sex opus pe strada si sa le zicem “pisi”, sa ne luam in gura cu ospatarii care nu ne respecta…&lt;br /&gt;cate mai faci din astea?cand ai ras ultima oara din suflet?cum radeai aseara cand ne aminteam de betiile din trenul spre mare, din constantin, de pe unde au mai fost?cand ai privit viata ca pe un dar si nu ca pe o problema?cand ai rasuflat usurata si nu pentru ca ai ramas cu un milion din leafa dupa ce ai dat toate datoriile?cand te`ai dat intr`un leagan?cand ai dat o bucla cu o inghetata pe limba?cand la nesfarsit…&lt;br /&gt;poate suna ca o treaba batraneasca, dar am senzatia pregnanta ca iti irosesti anii astia de tinerete si n`o sa`i mai recuperezi niciodata!incearca sa evoluezi…incearca sa privesti dincolo de marginea borcanului!hai sa evoluam impreuna!zici ca`i reclama la herbalife &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; hai..te rog…zambeste!hai sa crestem si sa dam vina pe ai nostri ca nu`s in stare sa ne dea bani sa ii spargem pe dorobanti si tre`sa`i muncim singuri!hai sa urlam pe stadion!hai sa ne dam cu barca!sau cu hirdobicicleta!sau sa …hai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc, Anca! :))&lt;br /&gt;Fac rost de bilete pentru urmatorul meci sau faci cinste cu hidrobicicleta?&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those days.&lt;br /&gt;Si a venit toamna... Si noi tot mari suntem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-4170569937042501231?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4170569937042501231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=4170569937042501231' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/4170569937042501231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/4170569937042501231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/solo-fara-numar.html' title='Solo, fara numar'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-2964746958509699601</id><published>2009-09-20T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:56:13.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tehnica, pisi</title><content type='html'>eu: Si... lucrezi la Automobile Bavaria?&lt;br /&gt;el: Nu conteaza decat omul, caracterul si sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;eu: Nu ma intereseaza. Deci lucrezi la Automobile Bavaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipul fiind beat si in cautare de... pasionate. I think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-2964746958509699601?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2964746958509699601/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=2964746958509699601' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2964746958509699601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2964746958509699601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/tehnica-pisi.html' title='Tehnica, pisi'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6750754118482312854</id><published>2009-09-20T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:37:47.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>Poate pentru ca s-au intamplat si strans prea multe sau poate pentru ca scriind mi-as fi dat seama de prea multe greseli sau neajunsuri, nepotriviri sau esecuri.&lt;br /&gt;Aseara mi-a adus cineva aminte de blog si tot aseara mi-am dat seama ca un om nu poate fi judecat dupa aparente sau conjuncturi. Ok, am gresit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil cea mai importanta decizie luata de la ultima postare a fost inscrierea in bmwclub.&lt;br /&gt;Organizarea Intalnirii anuale de la Sighisoara- test drive cu reprezentantii Automobile Bavaria, Motor AG, Trado Motors, premii, piscina, cunostinte si prieteni noi (inclusiv cele 3 pisicute), betia de rigoare, peisajul pe care il iubesc, cu tot cu locuitorii lui si un om care m-a impresionat prin forta lui, puterea de a continua intr-o lume critica si rea. Cum fara capacitati locomotorii poti sa zambesti si sa dansezi, sa simti muzica, sa conduci, sa-ti lipesti in parbriz sticker cu o pereche cu dizabilitati iubindu-se intr-un carut. Cum pupandu-l pe obraz de somn usor mi-a spus razand ca asta e semn de prietenie. Nici un moment nu am simtit mila pentru el, ci doar admiratie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroiam sa scriu despre frustrarile mele, ca azi sunt dezamagita, mahnita si suparata pe mine, ca zambesc atunci cand ii fac pe cei care plang sa rada, dar pe mine nu ma face nimeni sa rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar mi-am adus aminte ca fericirea nu sta intr-un zambet care poate fi si desenat.&lt;br /&gt;Fericirea mea pare destul de departe. Cel putin azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: nu mai beau Salitos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6750754118482312854?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6750754118482312854/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6750754118482312854' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6750754118482312854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6750754118482312854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/09/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-8762291527417154913</id><published>2009-05-14T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T07:11:44.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt un fel de vedeta...HUH?</title><content type='html'>ciubu: caterink bad pitzi asta&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: cateodata ma gandesc ca seamana cu stilu tau de a face mijto&lt;br /&gt;ciubu:&lt;br /&gt;eu: adik?eu:&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: adik seamana cu stilul tau de a face mijto&lt;br /&gt;ciubu:&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: ai ceva de marturisit andreea?&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: eu: eu: da&lt;br /&gt;eu: sunt mean pitzi&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: eu vorbeam serios aici&lt;br /&gt;eu: si eu&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: scuipa tot ciubu:&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: hai k te-am prins&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: unde ce cand si cum&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: te banuiesc&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: ce-i aia hooters?&lt;br /&gt;eu: vreau sa am tsatse si ma gandeam ca ma imprumuta cineva&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: aaa&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: deci zic&lt;br /&gt;iubu: tu esti bad pitzi?&lt;br /&gt;eu: dap&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: nu te cred&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: sa mori tu?&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: demonstreaza k esti ea&lt;br /&gt;eu: De ce nu slabesc balenele?&lt;br /&gt;eu: Din acelasi motiv pt care nici tu nu te duci la sala, cubuleeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-8762291527417154913?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8762291527417154913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=8762291527417154913' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/8762291527417154913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/8762291527417154913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunt-un-fel-de-vedetahuh.html' title='Sunt un fel de vedeta...HUH?'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-3630291838285869211</id><published>2009-04-16T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:29:16.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai de capul nostru</title><content type='html'>Ieri plec de la birou.&lt;br /&gt;Pe Matei Voievod pe partea opusa celei pe care mergeam eu un stalp postat in fata unei curti (d-alea care se pun ca sa nu parcheze vreun strain). Vine UNUL  cu un Matizel si ia stalpul!&lt;br /&gt;Vine un pusti la el, ii bate in geamul din stanga: Nenea, vedeti ca aveti un stalp sub masina! /:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In metrou.&lt;br /&gt;Mergeam spre Crangasi, eram pe la Piata Victoriei. La usa de langa mine aud:&lt;br /&gt;"Dati-va la o parte, va rog, ca vreau sa cobor!"&lt;br /&gt;Tanti: "Prin fata se coboara, pe aici se urca!"&lt;br /&gt;Ii povestesc lui Micky faza si ne gandim: Daca eu ma urc la Romana in capatul metroului si cobor la Victoriei, asta inseamna ca o statie o parcurg prin metrou, nu?&lt;br /&gt;Ce gandire de securisti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi!&lt;br /&gt;Autobuzul 104. Urc! Ma asez pe scaun!&lt;br /&gt;In fata mea Nikita, varianta slaba! Era eeeexact la fel! La fel de oribila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-3630291838285869211?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3630291838285869211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=3630291838285869211' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3630291838285869211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3630291838285869211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/vai-de-capul-nostru.html' title='Vai de capul nostru'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-4977092652625039887</id><published>2009-04-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:29:04.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asta-i rumanul!</title><content type='html'>Cum stateam eu azi la munculita, plictisindu-ma groaznic, imi trece un gand prin capsorul meu blondin: Zoso ce o mai face? Ca demult n-am mai vizitat blogul lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intru si iete-te ce gasesc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cluburile de fiţe îşi trag profiturile de pe urma idioţilor. Nimic nu îl fericeşte mai tare pe Gigel instalatorul decât o noapte în Bamboo, unde stă la 2 metri de unii despre care citeşte dimineaţa în metrou în Libertatea şi alături de care bea un cocktail cum a văzut el în filme şi care costă cam cât veniturile lui pe o zi. Rege pentru o noapte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cred ca nu trece saptamana fara sa se deschida subiectul parvenitilor. Adica niste copilasi de tarani veniti la Bucuresti ca e traiul mai bun aicisha, care uita care le sunt originile si ce au fost! Nu ca ar fi ajuns ceva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haide, frate, sa mergem pe Dorobanti! Ce daca noi am plecat de acasa facandu-ne calcule sa vedem cu ce bani ramanem pana la salariul urmator? Conteaza ca cei care vor fi acolo la fitze cred ca si noi suntem de-ai lor! Imi ghioraie matele! O fi oare din cauza ca de la merdeneaua aia de la tanti Florica de la patiserie nu am mai mancat nimic?&lt;br /&gt;Lasa ca plec de aici de la fitze (ca e friptura 30 lei) si ma opresc la Fornetti in Romana si imi iau niste saratele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reveniti-va, bai, nene!&lt;br /&gt;Nici macar din clasa medie nu faceti parte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu mai spun ca daca unii nu ar fi studenti ar fi niste muncitori necalificati! Ca la cum termina toti azi o facultate, multi ar trebui sa lucreze pe santier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e lehamite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-4977092652625039887?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/4977092652625039887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=4977092652625039887' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/4977092652625039887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/4977092652625039887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/asta-i-rumanul.html' title='Asta-i rumanul!'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-7625791744155189727</id><published>2009-04-09T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:44:40.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only.... CIUBUUU</title><content type='html'>eu: mie mi s pare k semeni cu peg bundy&lt;br /&gt;eu: la cur mai ales&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: =))&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: ei vezi?ciubu: tot celebra sunt si eu&lt;br /&gt;ciubu: mie mi se pare k seman cu miss piggy din muppets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poftim? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi scapa mie ceva sau tu chiar faci misto de tine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-7625791744155189727?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/7625791744155189727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=7625791744155189727' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7625791744155189727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/7625791744155189727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-and-only-ciubuuu.html' title='The one and only.... CIUBUUU'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-3913223146441267126</id><published>2009-04-09T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:21:30.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si'om vazu` si Cluju`</title><content type='html'>Plecare la Cluj!&lt;br /&gt;Luni, tren la ora 14. Ajung in gara cu o ora inainte. O astept pe Luiza la Mc' cu o cafea in fata si un cheese intre dinti. Adica un scuipat de cafea in fata ca don'soara de la Mc' nu a auzit partea cu Espresso LUUUUNG cu lapte. Probabil pt ca era prea preocupata sa se holbeze la mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Ne suim in tren (clasa Business :&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Am mers 9 ore cu trenul! 9 ore cu trenul!! In schimb, ne-am uitat la film: Codul lui da Vinci. A durat vreo 4 ore! Pentru ca se tot bloca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluj! Eu aveam impresia ca oamenii aia conduc precum vorbesc. DAR NU! Numaram masinile care treceau pe rosu! Nu au semnalizare, nu stiu ce inseamna dubla continua sau alta regula de circulatie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a placut mall-ul. Cam de 2 ori si jumatate fata de Plaza. Papica ieftina si muuulte magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La intoarcere am venit singurica eu ca o floare! Intru in compartiment si vin un nene cu o tanti dupa mine. Ea catre mine: Ola! Eu /:) OLA!&lt;br /&gt;Aflu ca sunt spanioli si ca fata lor lucreaza in Cluj! Se duc sa viziteze Sighisoara. Ma intreaba de unde stiu spaniola si imi lauda vorbirea :) Multumesc! Si uite asa am tinut eu o luuunga conversatie de vreo 3 ore asa despre Romanica noastra draga, scumpa si in nici un caz jegoasa si plina de hoti! Noup noup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot pe drumul de 9 ore (noua ore) am terminat de citit si cartea imprumutata de vreo 2 saptamani (Alex Kava- Raul Absolut). Cartea asta mi-a dat dependenta. E ceva in agenta aia FBI care seamana cu mine. Inca incerc sa aflu ce anume. Probabil voi descoperi in urmatoarea carte din serie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajung la 8 fara ceva in Bucale. Cu intarziere 40 min! Ma vad cu Micky, mergem in Plaza, apoi la pizzuca in 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma suna tata pe drum. Vezi ca e accident in intersectie! Nu-mi mai simteam piciorul stang! Apoi dreptul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motor, neacordare de prioritate, 6000 de turatii in treapta 3= peste 100 km/h, Solenza in motor, motociclistul pe trotuar, hemoragie interna, pasagerul intr-un parbriz injurand sa nu puna nimeni mana pe el, Solenza in cabina telefonica. Toate astea + inconstienta= un grav accident.&lt;br /&gt;Inca nu stiu daca motociclistul traieste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu reusesc sa inteleg de ce unii oameni calca acceleratia. Ca sa simta adrenalina, ca sa ajunga mai repede unde trebuie sa ajunga sau pur si simplu din inconstienta?&lt;br /&gt;Adrenalina poate creste si cu mai putine riscuri, daca vrei sa ajungi undeva pleci mai devreme, iar la partea cu inconstienta...asta depinde de capacitatea de gandire a soferului. Desi eu nu consider oamenii care nu pun in  balanta toate aspectele unei actiuni oameni inteligenti. Nici pe departe! Nu sunt altceva decat niste imbecili!&lt;br /&gt;Dar se pare ca sunt oameni care nu tin la viata lor si nici la a celor in jurul lor!&lt;br /&gt;Daca masina nu ar fi un mijloc de transport necesar clar nu m-as urca in ea! E un cosciug plimbaret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei &lt;a href="http://www.runningofthenudes.com/bullfighting_facts.asp"&gt;http://www.runningofthenudes.com/bullfighting_facts.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am primit aceste explicatii despre ce se intampla la coride in romana. Cei de la PETA mi-au trimis in engleza. Intrucat nu am cum sa postez fisierul in romana las link-ul celor de la PETA. E foarte interesant, trist, dar adevarat. Asta este lumea in care traim!&lt;br /&gt;Oare oamenii sunt cei mai importanti doar pentru ca sunt fiinte inteligente? Si pana la urma cine spune ca numai noi suntem fiintele inteligente? Nu cumva e invers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-3913223146441267126?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3913223146441267126/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=3913223146441267126' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3913223146441267126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3913223146441267126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/04/siom-vazu-si-cluju.html' title='Si&apos;om vazu` si Cluju`'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6937107047752048451</id><published>2009-03-31T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:47:41.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimineata..pe raceala</title><content type='html'>Dimineata, ora 9 (da, e dimineata)! Ambuteiaj pe Uverturii. Nimic iesit din comun! Aproape de Lujerului blocaj. O Dacia d-aia veche si obosita in fata unui camion. Mai mai sa se urce camionul pe el. Da mamutu` in fata , apoi frana brusca, unu` cu un Opel din spate cat pe ce sa-l ciocneasca in fund! In 2 secunde aud: Hai, ma cu pula aia de masina! Futu-ti Dacia aia, romanee!&lt;br /&gt;Eram si racita si plina de nervi! Ma uit pe cer, senin, ma uit in dreapta la dobitoci si parca se innoreaza!&lt;br /&gt;Romania, te iubesc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6937107047752048451?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6937107047752048451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6937107047752048451' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6937107047752048451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6937107047752048451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/03/dimineatape-raceala.html' title='Dimineata..pe raceala'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6244220564833367228</id><published>2009-03-30T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T06:49:16.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasiuni: transportul in comun</title><content type='html'>Acum vreo 2 saptamani, parca, stateam pe peron, asteptand metroul ce ma duce la munci. Cred ca multa lume a observat plasmele ce atarna ma nou la metrou ca niste stalagmite (sau stalactite- niciodata nu stiu care-s alea care atarna). E un mod de a trece timpul mai repede in asteptarea ramei. Cica se organizeaza concurs Miss Metrou. Inca nu inteleg de ce ar participa cineva la asa ceva si acum ar putea sa spuna: Eu sunt Miss Metrou! Asa, si? In fine, apare o tipa care spune ceva de genul: "Metroul este viata mea!"&lt;br /&gt;Poftim? Adica tu nu traiesti cu aer, papica, apica, iubire si tot ce te face sa supravietuiesti. Ci cu metroul!&lt;br /&gt;Putea sa se rezume la: Doresc pacea mondiala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, ma intalnesc cu Ciubu in drum spre metrou, intamplator. Amandoua grabite. Ea sa ajunga la munca si eu sa ajung in Vitan. Coboram la Unirii 1. Bineinteles ca toata lumea a coborat acolo. Imbulzeala pe scari. La un moment dat vine un miros de picioruse, sosetute, chilotei..nespalati I mean! Ma dau in dreapta, ma urmarea mirosul, in stanga nu aveam unde, inainte nici atat si sa ma opresc clar nu ca ieseam batuta! Unii oameni poate nu au bani de deodorante, dar nici macar de sapun?? Si mi s-a mai intamplat chestia asta la metrou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot in spiritul pasiunii mele pentru transportul in comun, din ciclul RATB. Ma sui in tramvaiul 34 la Calea Vitan sa vin spre Iancului. De obicei nu stau jos, pentru ca nu imi place sa vanez scaune. Imi tin pe umar geanta, care azi are in jur de 6-7 kg, fara exagerare, si ma postez langa o bara. 2 grase langa mine in dreapta, o taranca d-asta de oras in stanga. Se elibereaza scaunul din fata mea. Nici nu ma miscam. Taranca, aia din stanga: stati? Eu: Mmm, nu! Ma impinge (adica imi baga un cot in coaste) ca sa se aseze. In acelasi timp vine o balenuta din dreapta, ma impinge si duduia. Deci eram sandvis! Se asaza grasa (era logic ca ea va castiga) si dupa vreo 2 minute ma intreaba: Mama, vroiai sa stai jos? Eu: nu, multumesc :) In gandul meu: Oricum nu aveam cum pentru ca imi e frica de obezi ca au palma grea si nu indrazneam si in orice caz nu aveam cum sa ma asez chiar daca as fi vrut pentru ca eram intre 2 femei. Si nu sunt barbat ca sa spun ca m-am simtit bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa inchei in spiritul deprimatilor fara scapare: Sunt racita! Ma ustura in gat, imi e frig si am febra! Si nici nu am baut cafea azi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt curioasa ce se mai intampla pana adorm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6244220564833367228?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6244220564833367228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6244220564833367228' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6244220564833367228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6244220564833367228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/03/pasiuni-transportul-in-comun.html' title='Pasiuni: transportul in comun'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-1274656698817687348</id><published>2009-03-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:14:42.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Din putul gandirii, satula de pasare!</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de ceva timp si cred ca este cazul. Pentru ca asta simt si pentru ca nimeni nu ar intelege daca as vorbi. Asadar vorbesc cu mine, imi scriu mie. Si altora ca mine!&lt;br /&gt;Am primit un sfat de curand si anume sa nu imi mai pese de altii decat de binele meu propriu. Si am de gand sa il pun in aplicare!&lt;br /&gt;De ce? Pentru ca genul de om care da sfaturi si e prietenos si binevoitor intotdeauna va avea de pierdut!&lt;br /&gt;Da, lumea este rea, nepasatoare, aiurita, egoista! De ce mi-ar pasa ca unii au nevoie de ajutor si desi am si eu nimanui nu-i pasa, sau aproape nimanui! Nici macar diplomatia nu se mai poarta la noi. Daca eu ii fac cuiva un bine, mi se raspunde cu rau. Adicatelea eu, proasta, ma agit si ei desteptii uita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu condamn pe nimeni! E o societate dura, in care trebuie sa lupti pentru binele tau, avutie si alte chestiuni de bunastare!&lt;br /&gt;DAR, nenica, nu te plange ca nimeni nu te ajuta apoi si ca nu ai pe nimeni prin jurul tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi dau seama ca ajungem cum eram in preistoric! Se intalneau 2 maimuto-oameni, procreau si cam asta era societatea!&lt;br /&gt;Apoi sau facut ginti si alte satre! Daca se enervau intre ei, pac, dadeau cu buzduganu'! Acum suntem mai "educati si emancipati", asa ca iti bagi piciorul in toata relatia de prietenie, iubire, rubedenie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, ieri dimineata m-am trezit mai tarziu sa ma duc la Primaria S6 ca sa iau o autorizatie! Asadar am ajuns pe la 10 la Iancului! Iau o statie masina ca sa ajung la birou si vad aglomerat in fata autobuzului! Cobor, vad un troleibuz fix in mijlocul intersectiei. Ramasese in pana de curent! Si in spate, stupoare, vreo 8-9 romanasi care impingeau mamutu`!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adica mai sunt si oameni d-astia. Puteau cobori si isi vedeau mai departe de drum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am traversat cu privirea spre ei si am trecut pe langa troleul din spatele lui. Vedeam oamenii dinauntru uitandu-se ciudat la mine! Pentru ca aveam un zambet tamp pe fata! Si cam asa mi-am inceput eu ieri ziua frumos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-1274656698817687348?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1274656698817687348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=1274656698817687348' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1274656698817687348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1274656698817687348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2009/03/din-putul-gandirii-satula-de-pasare.html' title='Din putul gandirii, satula de pasare!'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-5554903195991845215</id><published>2008-08-26T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:56:38.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu Suport</title><content type='html'>Nu suport oamenii ingamfati, nu-i sufar pe cei care sufera de dor, de jale, de bani, de cat sunt ei de interesanti. Observ ca in jurul meu tot apar `personaje` care mai de care mai interesante, cu cat mai putin timp la dispozitie, nu de alta, dar au lucruri foarte importante de facut, aproape existentiale pentru omenire!&lt;br /&gt;In fata doamne/ domni, iar in spate niste copii frustrati! Aaa, eu sa merg in parc? Reputatia mea este cladita cel putin pentru Turabo! Sau Banbu, Tan Tan...&lt;br /&gt;Unii uita ca nu aveau ce manca, iar atunci cand a fuma era un lux ei luau tigari de la altii! Sau nu aveau bani de un sandvis pentru la scoala!&lt;br /&gt;Genul de oameni care lucreaza doar, dar doar pentru bani!&lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea, pe care o sustin cu tarie este ca astia sunt oamenii mediocri! Asta este definitia mea pentru mediocritate!Se trezesc de dimineata si se gandesc: `iar ma duc la munca?` Da` lasa ca la sfarsitul lunii iau bani muuuulti muuulti bani ca sa ma duc la sucuri muuulte si sa-mi iau cesulet si telefonas. Nu ca le-ar placea in mod deosebit sau le-ar fi imperios necesare,dar doar asa `ca sa faca in ciuda`. In momentul in care imi place ceva vorbesc despre lucrul respectiv. Mie imi place ceea ce fac la serviciu. Ei bine, oamenii mediocri se simt plictisiti de subiectele legate de serviciu!&lt;br /&gt;Mie una imi starneste rasul. Astia sunt oamenii gen `make my day!`&lt;br /&gt;Eu n-am fost crescuta asa. Am avut tot ce mi-am dorit, dar am ajuns la un moment in care mi-am cerut independenta! Si m-am apucat de munca...&lt;br /&gt;Asta nu inseamna ca fac abuz de banii pentru care muncesc! Nu imi plac investitiile in telefoane. Dupa parerea mea sunt cele mai proaste invesitii! L-ai luat azi, iar peste 2 luni se ieftineste la jumatate! Sau ceasurile Armani, Gucci, Prada, mai stiu eu ce nume manelistice. Vrei ceas, ia-ti Swatch, Tissot, Omega, daca ai atatia bani! Ca daca ai bani ar trebui sa ai si creier, dar asta nu se da bonus la salariu. Asta ar trebui sa fie inclus in varsta!&lt;br /&gt;Cunosc putini oameni care au bani, dar au si ceva in cap! Pentru ca unii daca au impresia ca au bani si isi pot cumpara hainute de firma, zorzonele, accesorii cred ca vor fi apreciati pentru alegerile lor! Nu! Un om cu cap cauta mai intai calitate si abia apoi brand-ul. Brand nu este egal calitate!&lt;br /&gt;Grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-5554903195991845215?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/5554903195991845215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=5554903195991845215' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/5554903195991845215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/5554903195991845215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2008/08/nu-suport.html' title='Nu Suport'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-6831212730902251416</id><published>2008-08-21T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:18:05.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be like that</title><content type='html'>Azi, intamplator, in sejurul meu prin lumea blog-urilor am dat de o persoana pe care acum 1 an o uram. O uram cu toata fiinta crezand ca ea a fost cea care mi-a `furat` iubirea. Desi iubitul meu plecase de fapt demult de langa mine, chiar eu fiind cea care l-a indepartat. Cu copilaria mea, gelozia mea, neincrederea mea. Credeam ca totul se sfarsise odata cu moartea bunicii mele. Ei bine, am primit o palma in plus: despartirea de cel care in momentul ala era singurul meu sprijin.Am simtit ca ma sufoc, ca nu voi mai putea trai fara cele doua persoane care imi erau atat de dragi. Au urmat luni de durere, nopti nedormite, sanatate la pamant. L-am acuzat de atatea lucruri, chiar daca el nu a simtit toata `ura` si inversunarea mea, care de fapt in continuare erau scutul dragostei pe care i-o purtam. El era vinovat de tot ce mi se intampla!&lt;br /&gt;Acum, dupa doar 1 an, vad altfel lucrurile. Nu el era vinovat! Eu eram! Geloasa, posesiva, nu aveam incredere! Singura lui greseala a fost ca ii era mila sa ma lase mai demult asa cum pana la urma m-a lasat!&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am adus aminte de lucrurile astea si nu am un gust amar, surprinzator!&lt;br /&gt;Acum iubirea a pus stapanire pe sufletul meu. Mi-am revenit si sunt iubita! Intr-adevar acum stiu ce inseamna adevarata iubire! Totusi raman cu regretul si stau sa ma intreb: daca nu eram asa cum eram oare ar fi putut fi iubirea vietii mele? Cred ca nu voi primi nicicand raspuns!&lt;br /&gt;Singurul regret,dureros este acela ca nu mi-am dat seama ce faceam! Dar timpul te scutura si iti deschide ochii...Pacat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-6831212730902251416?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/6831212730902251416/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=6831212730902251416' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6831212730902251416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/6831212730902251416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-used-to-be-like-that.html' title='I used to be like that'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-1600694819778203420</id><published>2008-08-20T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:26:10.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F*E*R*I*C*I*R*E</title><content type='html'>Fericirea nu este determinata de nivelul de prosperitate ci de caldura relatiei dintre inimi si de modul in care percepem lumea. Ambele atitudini sunt in puterea noastra. Fiecare din noi este fericit atunci cand decide sa fie fericit si nimeni nu ne poate impiedica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai auzit in atatea locuri si de la atatia oameni ca motivatia te poate duce acolo unde iti doresti sa ajungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva imi povestea de un documentar acum cativa ani, din intamplare un foarte bun prieten pe atunci, in care apareau mai marii miliardari ai lumii. Erau intrebati daca stiu de unde a pornit ascensiunea lor si pur si simplu ridicau din umeri.&lt;br /&gt;La ceva timp dupa aceea am vizionat si eu acel documentar. Totul era pe psihic, totul venea din motivatie si din dorinta de a ajunge cineva important, de a fi fericit si implinit. Si pana la urma au reusit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai important lucru este sa gandesti pozitiv, chiar daca ai o zi mai proasta!&lt;br /&gt;Este o zicala in religie referitoare la credinta in Dumnezeu: daca eu cred in El si nu exista nu am pierdut nimic! Daca nu cred in El si exista atunci ce pierd?&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa e si cu credinta in puterile tale! Crede in tine si vei reusi!&lt;br /&gt;Cu sudoare, oboseala, nervi, dar pana la urma se zareste luminita!&lt;br /&gt;Mie nu imi e greu sa ma trezesc dimineata si sa spun: Azi va fi bine, azi mai pun o piatra la temelia fericirii mele! Astept sa vad pana unde ajung cu acoperisul! :)&lt;br /&gt;Chiar pot! Stiu ca pot, vreau si trebuie sa fiu fericita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-1600694819778203420?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/1600694819778203420/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=1600694819778203420' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1600694819778203420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/1600694819778203420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2008/08/fericirea-nu-este-determinata-de.html' title='F*E*R*I*C*I*R*E'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-2216278405885315756</id><published>2008-08-01T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:30:42.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiare si figuri...tot cu F!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/SJLxPJ0D89I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IKy7d9Tu-ds/s1600-h/291105police.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229507359965180882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/SJLxPJ0D89I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IKy7d9Tu-ds/s320/291105police.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aseara ma uitam la TV. Mai nou l-am descoperit pe Mircea Badea, mai exact l-am redescoperit. Ma uitam la Noaptea tarziu cu Mircea Badea acum cativa ani si acum l-am gasit prezentand la Antena 3 chiar intr-o forma mai buna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aseara vorbea de un nene d-asta dintr-o scara sociala mai inalta ca a mea. Adica mai inalta cu vreo 5-6 masini, pentru care mie mi-ar trebui vreo 50 de vieti ca sa strang bani sa le cumpar, cu vreo 2-3 case, casoiae, viloage, yacht-uri..si alte nimicuri. Omul aparuse intr-un ziar, nu spun numele ca fac reclama mascata Can Can-ului, unde numele articolului era: &lt;em&gt;Un roman misterios poseda cel mai scump Ferrari din lume. &lt;/em&gt;Misterul a cam disparut in momentul in care am vazut poza in care aparea `misteriosul`, poza ce constituia jumatate de pagina. Omuletul spunea ca lui nu ii trebuie reclama, el vrea sa ramana in umbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum vin eu si ma intreb: Daca vrei sa ramai in umbra de ce iti iei Ferrari? Ca sa ce? Ca sa ai cu ce sa te duci in service dupa ce ai calcat-o cu 100 la ora prin hartoapele din Bucuresti? Sau poate ca ti-ai luat Ferrari pentru ca ai unde sa mergi cu 300 la ora, pe autostrazile plaiurilor mioritice si mai ales ceea ce faci este legal, ca nu iti iei bolid ca sa mergi ca restul lumii, vezi cei cu Loganuri, Renault-uri, cu 50 la ora, adica d-astia fraEri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu o sa inteleg niciodata de unde vine chestia asta cu mandria celor bogati! A, ba da! Din faptul ca s-au imbogatit dupa revolutie ca au avut grija sa bage mana pana la cot ca nu ii controla nimeni si nu au simtul banului. Sau poate din educatia indoielnica pe care au primit-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, si nu mai suport copiii de bani gata, carora parintii le fac poftele si ei sunt niste plosnite, care fara sa munceasca macar o ora vor bani! Aici e si vina parintilor ca nu au stiut sa-si educe odraslele si le-au facut pe plac in toate cerintele! Si asa apar drogateii, pustoaicele care mai tarziu devin tarfulite, baietasii care isi fac masinile acordeon pe Magheru sau Kisseleff, pentru ca trebuie sa fie `vitezomani si furiosi`. Imi este scarba si imi provoaca repulsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu s-a terminat odata cu inaintarea in varsta a generatiei mele. Ma uit cu stupoare si frica la copiii de 6-7 ani, atat de precoce, care stiu sa foloseasca un calculator si sa joace jocuri de strategie violente. Eu am crescut cu Tom &amp;amp; Jerry de pe Cartoon Network si am mai invatat si engleza. Oare copilul meu va fi la fel? Totul sta in educatia pe care o oferiti copiilor vostri. Asa cum ii educati asa devin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei ieri am invatat ca unii oameni au motivatie puternica. O persoana draga a reusit dupa 2 ani sa intre la Academia de Politie, sacrificandu-si viata de pana acum pentru un vis din copilarie si mai presus de toate pentru siguranta si dreptatea celor din jurul ei. Pentru asta tot respectul! Este un om care mi-a castigat admiratia acum mai mult ca oricand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-2216278405885315756?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/2216278405885315756/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=2216278405885315756' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2216278405885315756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/2216278405885315756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2008/08/fiare-si-figuritot-cu-f.html' title='Fiare si figuri...tot cu F!'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_idBM_03zcQs/SJLxPJ0D89I/AAAAAAAAAAc/IKy7d9Tu-ds/s72-c/291105police.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-3228615447926281096</id><published>2008-07-31T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:19:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legat de prostime</title><content type='html'>Acum ceva timp am postat pe blogul domnului Chiliman un semnal de alarma referitor la cel care era pe atunci seful Politiei Comunitare sector 1. Nu la aia care sunt imbracati in pantaloni gri- sobolan, ci la Interventie. Omul era un tiran, un om de 2 bani, avea o amanta pe acolo, in fine...astea sunt detalii masculine! La o luna a zburat omul, inca nu stiu daca in urma semnalarii mele. A venit un om, care dupa parerea mea e painea lui Dumnezeu. Cel putin al meu prieten se intelege de minune cu el, ca si ceilalti agenti cred. Din intamplare aud ca pe blogul primarului a fost parat ca si cu el e ceva in neregula. Mi-am postat ideile asa cum stiu eu mai bine, fara sa jignesc, domnul Chiliman chiar citind acele mesaje. Si se trezeste unu` sa-mi raspunda dupa o luna sa tac din gura `si sa-mi vad de treaba mea de sub birou`.&lt;br /&gt;Adica ori sunt eu proasta ori e el. De unde pana unde daca iti exprimi ideile vine unu` si te face curva? Nu cred ca sunt chiar atat de batuta in cap daca la 20 de ani am un loc de munca unde sunt considerata om de baza. Cum ar fi daca as purta o conversatie cu orisicine si as incepe sa jignesc doar pentru ca isi spune parerea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca sunt uimita! Nu-mi vine sa cred cat de josnici pot fi unii oameni!&lt;br /&gt;Sa va fereasca Dumnezeu de prosti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-3228615447926281096?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/3228615447926281096/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=3228615447926281096' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3228615447926281096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/3228615447926281096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2008/07/legat-de-prostime.html' title='Legat de prostime'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2665193830091808248.post-8241485550468346064</id><published>2008-07-31T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:26:20.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimineata pe racoare eu stau cu...cafeaua-n soare</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit la 8 fara un sfert, ora record in timpul saptamanii. De obicei spun `mai stau 5 minute`. DAR NU! Azi m-am trezit si n-am mai lenevit in pat. Pentru simplul motiv ca ma astepta cafeaua (la mine acasa neputand sa fumez, iar cafeaua fara tigara pentru mine nu are acelasi gust). Asadar am iesit pe balcon cu bardaca mea de cafea si m-am asezat pe scaun. Priveliste-OK!&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua- BUUUNA!&lt;br /&gt;Tigari- 2! pe nerasuflate&lt;br /&gt;Feeling- incomparabil!&lt;br /&gt;SI NU,PENTRU TOATE ASTEA NU EXISTA MASTER CARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2665193830091808248-8241485550468346064?l=dadeuka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/feeds/8241485550468346064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2665193830091808248&amp;postID=8241485550468346064' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/8241485550468346064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2665193830091808248/posts/default/8241485550468346064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dadeuka.blogspot.com/2008/07/dimineata-pe-racoare-eu-stau-cucafeaua.html' title='Dimineata pe racoare eu stau cu...cafeaua-n soare'/><author><name>Dade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13707133781247535574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
