<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439</id><updated>2010-01-06T12:11:55.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata sub curcubeu</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-915646041184158749</id><published>2009-09-11T22:58:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:02:34.302+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aventuri cu masina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tehnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>La intoarcerea din vacanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am lasat blogul in paragina. Motivele au fost destule. Imi cer scuze celor care au comentat si nu le-am raspuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dupa excursia la Viena (stiu, sunt datoare cu detalii si poze si cat mai curand ma voi tine de cuvant) si aproape 2 luni de munca, am fugit in vacanta. O buna parte din an am visat la cele 12 zile de relaxare, rasfat, soare, plaja, leneveala, departe de serviciu, probleme, rutina. Intr-un cuvant, rai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eh, cele 12 zile s-au transformat in 8. Nu mai conteaza de ce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am venit acasa miercuri noapte. Si de atunci a inceput distractia. Am aflat ca week-endul acesta lucrez. La fel si urmatorul. O placere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apoi, frigiderul si-a dat duhul. In saptamanile dinainte de plecare tot scotea zgomote ciudate si de aceea l-am scos din priza. Cand ne-am intors nu a mai pornit. Apoi masina de spalat a inceput sa scoata apa, dar nu pe unde trebuie, respectiv prin furtun. Astfel incat azi parintii au pornit in cautarea si cumpararea unei combine frigorifice si a unei masini de spalat rufe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Detaliile esentiale se stiau: frigiderul trebuia sa fie full no frost iar masina sa fie cu bule. Au gasit la Selgros Pantelimon obiectele care indeplineau acele conditii. S-au semnat actele si hai cu ele acasa. Tata a adus sus intai masina de spalat rufe. Intre timp domnii care transportau produsele au descarcat combina frigorifica. Mama i-a rugat sa ne ajute sa o ducem macar pana la lift, evident contra cost. Ei nu si nu, pana la urma plecand. Cand sa miste ai mei combina se aude un trosc. Cazuse motorul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pune mana pe telefon si suna la Selgros. Dialogul a fost urmatorul:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tata: Buna ziua, am cumparat de la dvs acum o ora o combina frigorifica. Dupa a fost descarcata, cand doream sa o car in bloc i-a cazut motorul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angajat Selgros: Pai cum i-a cazut motorul ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Pur si simplu a cazut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: I-ati facut ceva? Ati trantit combina ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Nu. Angajatii dvs au descarcat-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Nu se poate. Motorul nu cade singur. Sigur i-ati facut ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Nu i-am facut absolut nimic. Nici macar sa o misc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Pai atunci sunati la service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Pai de ce sa sun la service daca e noua, nici macar nu am pus-o in priza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Pai daca a cazut motorul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Pai si e vina mea? Au am cumparat o combina functionala. Dvs ati livrat una careia i-a cazut motorul, deci una nefunctionala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Atunci sunati la un tehnician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Pai daca e noua, de ce sa sun ? Va rog frumos sa trimiteti pe cineva sa o ridice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A: Pai nu putem trimite pe cineva decat peste 2 zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T: Si eu ce fac pana atunci? Stau in fata blocului sa opazesc? Ori o luati imediat, ori o las in fata blocului si sa o ia cine vrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O ora mai tarziu au venit 2 baieti, au urcat-o in masina si hai cu ea inapoi la Selgros. Acolo au aflat ca era ultima din depozit. Mai aveau doar mostra. Acelasi model putea fi gasit la Selgros Baneasa. Aici lucrurile au mers altfel. Baietii de la garantie au fost draguti, au desfacut ambalajul sa poate fi verificata starea si i-au anuntat ca in maxim 2 zile va fi livrat. Cei de la livrari au inceput cu magarii ca nu domne in 6-7 zile va fi livrat, dar ca ma rog in anumite cazuri poate fi livrat si mai repede, in 3-4. Baietii asteptau spaga. A inceput tata sa dea de toti peretii cu ei si pana la urma au confirmat ca va fi livrat cat mai repede posibil (dar nu azi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In seara aceasta am descoperit (dupa ce m-am plimbat o groaza prin oras) ca mi-a fost furat busonul de la Dacie (ca troncane, e ruginita si scoata zgomote ciudata stiam dinainte sa plec). Daca nu trebuia sa pun benzina, probabil ca nici nu aflam decat peste cateva zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai bine ramaneam in vacanta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Daca va e mila de mine, dati un acatist. Poate poate ma vor ocoli surprizele de genul celor de mai sus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-915646041184158749?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/915646041184158749/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=915646041184158749' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/915646041184158749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/915646041184158749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-intoarcerea-din-vacanta.html' title='La intoarcerea din vacanta'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-2256788097164818361</id><published>2009-07-09T22:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:02:34.662+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am fugit la Viena</title><content type='html'>Ma intorc cu tolba plina de magneti, bomboane, ciocolata si multe poze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-2256788097164818361?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2256788097164818361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=2256788097164818361' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2256788097164818361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2256788097164818361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-fugit-la-viena.html' title='Am fugit la Viena'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-8103373728555697446</id><published>2009-06-22T01:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:54:25.103+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week-end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prin oras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudatenii'/><title type='text'>Sutien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De cateva zile am vrut sa-mi cumpar un sutien (alb). Am tot amanat aceasta operatiune pana azi. Mi s-a facut pofta de prajituri si am decis ca e cazul sa ma rasfat cu una. Unde sunt prajituri la ora 20 duminica ? In mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daca tot eram in mall, am decis sa dau o raita si prin magazinele cu lenjerie intima. Multe briz brizuri, paiete, straturi si mai ales multe cu o tona de pernute in captuseala. Unele sutiene sunt deja airbag-uri in toata regula. (Daca cazi in apa si ai un sutien de genul, nu te vei ineca si nici nu ai nevoie de vesta de salvare). Vad ca a venit si in Romania moda pe care am vazut-o in Anglia (anul trecut), aceea de a avea in captusala sutienului pernute cu gel. Si mai ales ca acele pernute sa nu poate fi scoase din sutien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunt enervante sutienele de genul (cel putin eu nu le suport). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aleg cateva modele diferite (atat ca si croiala cat si culoare). Eu cautam un sutien de preferinta alb, simplu, cu bretele detasabile dar am zis hai sa incerc, poate nimeresc ceva interesant. Majoritatea modelelor (sa nu spun 90%) nu aveau bretele detasabile (nu la modelul dorit de mine). Toate sutienele pe care le-am probat imi erau mici(nu, nu sunt Pamela Anderson). Problema nu era cupa (marimea ei) ci partea din spate a sutienului. Era mica. Nu ma cuprindea deloc. Am probat marimi si mai mari. La fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pentru cine au fost create acele sutiene ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pana la urma mi-am luat prajituri. Bune rau. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-8103373728555697446?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8103373728555697446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=8103373728555697446' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8103373728555697446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8103373728555697446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/sutien.html' title='Sutien'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-2019017313875450221</id><published>2009-06-02T11:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:21:00.397+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma enerveaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afaceri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utile'/><title type='text'>Banca Romaneasca - frecati menta toata ziua?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A trecut mai bine de 1 an de cand &lt;a href="http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/banca-romaneasca-ultima-runda.html"&gt;am plecat de la acesta faimoasa banca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu nu-i mai vreau dar se pare ca ei tot ma vor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Atunci cand am plecat, am solicitat sa-mi fie inchise toate conturile (atat de la sucursala Union cat si de la sucursala Bucuresti). Am fost asigurata ca asa va fi. Vreo cateva luni mai tarziu am mers la sucursala Union pentru a retrage ultimii bani (cateva zeci de ron). M-au anuntat ca mai am alte conturi deschise, respectiv la sucursala Bucuresti. Am solicitat iar (in scris) sa-mi fie inchise toate conturile si am fost asigurata ca vor fi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azi, suna telefonul. O domnisoara ma anunta ca lucreaza la &lt;a href="http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/06/banca-romaneasca.html"&gt;Banca Romaneasca &lt;/a&gt;si ca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea: "Facem o actualizare a datelor clientilor si dumneavoastra aveti conturi deschise la noi. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: "Eh da? La ce sucursala"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea: "La sucursala Bucuresti"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: " Pai de 1 an de zile am plecat de la aceasta banca si am solicitat deja de 2 ori sa-mi fie inchise toate conturile"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea: "Sigur ? La fiecare sucursala in parte ati solicitat? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: "Da. In urma cu cateva luni acelasi lucru mi-a fost spus la sucursala Union si iar am facut o cerere."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea: "Daca nu mai doriti, puteti veni sa faci o solicitare la noi la sucursala"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: "Dar nu vreau sa vin iar. Am fost deja pusa pe drumuri de zeci de ori. Am solicitat deja de 2 ori sa-mi fie inchise conturile si de fiecare data am fost asigurata ca asa va fi. Daca nu le inchideti, vor fi repercursiuni de natura juridica"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cam asta e politica unor banci. Ofera servicii de rahat, isi hartuiesc clientii, unii angajati freaca menta si nu-si indeplinesc sarcinile si apoi se intreaba de ce nu merge bine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-2019017313875450221?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2019017313875450221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=2019017313875450221' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2019017313875450221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2019017313875450221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/06/banca-romaneasca-frecati-menta-toata.html' title='Banca Romaneasca - frecati menta toata ziua?'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-8079686939503829486</id><published>2009-05-31T18:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:25:57.550+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Felicitari, scrisori, carti postale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mie imi plac cartile postale, felicitarile, scrisorile. Persoanele apropiate stiu acest lucru. Pe parcursul anilor am primit si am trimis o sumedenie de felicitari si carti postale. In prezent am o adevarata "colectie", o "mica comoara sentimentala".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am primit felicitari de ziua mea, de ziua copilului, de sarbatori (Paste / Craciun), doar pentru ca era "marti", doar pentru ca respectiva persoana s-a gandit la mine. Am carti postale din locuri pe care le-am vizitat eu sau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pe care le-au vizitat altii. Uneori pur si simplu le-am primit (fara sa ma astept), alteori i-am rugat sa-mi trimita / aduca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pe toate le pastrez cu drag pentru ca au marcat un moment din viata mea si a lor. Am primit de la prieteni, de la amici, de la persoane care m-au iubit si le-am iubit, pe unii i-am ranit, altii m-au ranit. Chiar daca s-a ales praful de prietenie sau de iubire, chiar daca la un moment dat am adormit plangand, sau stateam cu orele discutand vrute si nevrute, chiar daca unele persoane s-au indepartat (au continuat pe drumul lor) iar altele au ramas, toate imi sunt dragi. Unele sunt scrise in graba, altele ordonat, altele reprezinta o parte importanta din sufletul unui om. Unele scrisori sunt scrise pe foi de caiet (de matematica), altele pe coli albe, unele au zmangaleli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azi toate mi-au pus un zambet pe buze si in acelasi timp un nod in gat. Mi-au amintit de clipe dragi, de momente dureroase, de vremuri apuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pe aceasta cale vreau sa le multumesc urmatoarelor persoane pentru ca mi-au acordat cateva clipe, mi-au asternut cateva randuri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ioana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Petre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bubu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lucian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Marius, Costin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Eugen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; parintilor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; bunicilor, Lavinia, Anca, Despina, colegilor de la fostul serviciu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asterne cateva ganduri pe o foaie sau pe un post it si ofera-le unei persoane dragi. Nu minti, nu amagi, nu scrie ceva ce nu simti cu adevarat (doar pentru ca stii ca aia vrea sa auda celalalt). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-8079686939503829486?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8079686939503829486/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=8079686939503829486' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8079686939503829486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8079686939503829486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicitari-scrisori-carti-postale.html' title='Felicitari, scrisori, carti postale'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-8931150346828111825</id><published>2009-05-29T23:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:46:16.845+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week-end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Viena - rezervarea biletului de avion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anul acesta am decis ca e timpul sa revad Viena. Am fost in acest oras in Ajunul Craciunului acum vreo 4 ani si nu am avut prea mult timp sa ma plimb pe strazi sau sa vizitez multe locatii. Am vizitat &lt;a href="http://www.schoenbrunn.at/en/home.html"&gt;Palatul Schoenbrunn&lt;/a&gt;, Catedrala Sfantul Stefan (nu am reusit sa urcam in turn pentru ca se inchidea). Am vazut Opera si am ajuns in Prater (din nefericire era inchis). Am mancat o vata pe bat (buna rau, mare si roz) si cele mai bune castane coapte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Auzisem zilele trecute la radio despre o oferta a companiei &lt;a href="http://www.tarom.ro/"&gt;Tarom&lt;/a&gt;: orice destinatie incepand de la 50 de euro. Cautasem pe net diverse oferte si gasisem la compania SkyEurope bilete la 133 de euro (scria cu toate taxele incluse). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intru pe site-ul &lt;a href="http://www.tarom.ro/"&gt;Tarom&lt;/a&gt; si gasesc oferta. Bucuresti - Viena (si retur) costa 136 de euro. Pun mana pe telefon sa intreb mai multe detalii (pe site scrie ca sunt niste conditii speciale). Conditiile sunt: nu poti schimba biletul si daca nu pleci cu, cursa pentru care ai cumparat, atunci ramai acolo (sau cumperi altul). Bun, nici o problema. O intreb daca exista bilete pentru data de 10 iulie. Nope, nu exista. Nici pe 9, nici pe 11, nici pe 12. Aaa, dar stai, exista la cursa normala dar va costa biletul 400 de euro. Nu merci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma reorientez pentru &lt;a href="http://www.skyeurope.com/"&gt;SkyEurope&lt;/a&gt;. Intru pe site-ul lor. Aleg datele de plecare si intoarcere. Pretul biletului: 118 euro. Ma gandesc ca am noroc. Caut un numar de contact pentru Romania. Sun si intreb daca pot face plata prin virament bancar. Domnul care imi raspunde imi spune ca da si ca pot face rezervarea la telefon. Ii spun detaliile necesare si imi spune pretul final de 138 de euro. Intreb de ce e mai mare, pe site fiind altul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raspuns&lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Pai noi va trimitem datele pe mail (contul bancar in care urma sa virez banii) si daca faceti rezervare telefonica asta va costa 20 de euro. Daca cumparati unul din primele 9 bilete, pretul va fi acesta. Restul biletelor vor fi mai scumpe&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ii multumesc si ma intorc la site. Aleg datele de plecare si intoarcere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Daca vrei sa stai spre culoar sau pe mijloc te costa 5 euro, in schimba la geam te costa 7. Aleg la geam. Mai ai optiuni de asigurari si alte balarii (le-am refuzat). Ajungem la partea cu datele personale iar mai apoi la bagaje. Pentru 1 bagaj la cala platesti inca 12 euro (12 dus, 12 intors). In total 24 (pentru fiecare alt bagaj, pretul se mareste). Vrei sa platesti cu cardul? Te mai costa inca 10 euro. In total biletul a ajuns la 159. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intre timp un amic imi da adresa unui site (&lt;a href="http://www.paravion.ro/"&gt;http://www.paravion.ro/&lt;/a&gt;). Intru si gasesc biletul la 133 de euro. Deja sunt confuza. Biletul era 118 euro si 15 euro costa taxa de serviciu (comisionul companiei care detinea site-ul). Sun si intreb: de ce pe site-ul companiei imi sunt taxati 24 de euro pentru bagaje si 5-7 euro pentru loc si dumneavostra nu o faceti ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raspuns&lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Pai pentru asta veti fi taxata la aeroport. La checking va trebui sa achitati acesti bani&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chestia asta nu este scrisa absolut nicaieri pe site). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Probabil ca daca nu platesti suma pentru loc si pentru bagaje ai voie sa stai pe aripa avionului cu o pereche de chiloti in buzunarul stang al pantalonilor, pasta de dinti in cel drept si periuta in mana stanga (cu dreapta te tii sa nu cazi).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pana la urma fac rezervare direct pe site-ul companiei. Pretul final: 159 de euro, o factura un pic mai mare la telefon si vreo 2 ore pierdute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-8931150346828111825?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8931150346828111825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=8931150346828111825' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8931150346828111825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8931150346828111825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/viena-rezervarea-biletului-de-avion.html' title='Viena - rezervarea biletului de avion'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-5577437491944476476</id><published>2009-05-21T15:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:51:48.413+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Sf. Constantin si Elena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/ShVOJoO0H6I/AAAAAAAABNU/xLgnV49wMzQ/s1600-h/Bujori_rochia+miresei.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338258860642934690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/ShVOJoO0H6I/AAAAAAAABNU/xLgnV49wMzQ/s320/Bujori_rochia+miresei.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        La Multi Ani celor care isi sarbatoresc onomastica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-5577437491944476476?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5577437491944476476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=5577437491944476476' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5577437491944476476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5577437491944476476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/sf-constantin-si-elena.html' title='Sf. Constantin si Elena'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/ShVOJoO0H6I/AAAAAAAABNU/xLgnV49wMzQ/s72-c/Bujori_rochia+miresei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-6593513711177658599</id><published>2009-05-18T13:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:36:15.371+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week-end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prin oras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandirea romanului'/><title type='text'>Noaptea Muzeelor - dupa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daca anul trecut nu am fost iar cu un an inainte vizitasem Muzeul National de Istorie , anul acesta am ales doar cateva muzee, respectiv 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am fost sambata seara la urmatoarele 3 muzee (fix in ordinea aceasta):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cimec.ro/Muzee/mteh/mteh.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muzeul Tehnic National “Dimitrie Leonida”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muzeulbucurestiului.ro/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muzeul Municipiului Bucuresti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muzeulnationalalhartilor.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muzeul National al Hartilor si Cartilor Vechi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primul muzeu se afla in Parcul Carol. Destul de multa lume. Pe afara muzeul arata destul de bine. A mai fost renovat un tip, aranjata tencuiala, o zugraveala proaspata, geamuri (termopan). Inauntru, aceeasi dezolare ca in trecut. Inghesuiala, exponatele pline de praf, cu o eticheta mica pe care era scrisa denumirea exponatului. Am vazut doar vreo 2-3 schite (desene) in care acele exponate erau prezentate exact cum functioneaza sau la ce sunt folosite. In rest, multe obiecte prafuite, din care curgea ulei. Mai bine de jumatate din exponate nu stiam la ce sunt folosite, unde sunt amplasate in cadrul unui utilaj (masinarii), etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Muzeul Bucurestilor (aflat in centru, la Universitate) era o aglomeratie de nedescris. Cand urcai pe scara interioara trebuia sa stai la coada. In unele camere mai gaseai cate o fereastra deschisa si puteai sa iei o gura de aer, altfel te sufocai. In 2 camere erau aparate de aer conditionat dar nu faceau fata. Exponatele erau interesante. Nu am inteles de ce la parter erau expuse imagini cu trenuri din Italia sau locuri din diverse alte tari. Totusi, era Muzeul Bucurestilor, nu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daca la primele 2 muzee am mai fost in trecut (acum mai multi sau mai putin ani), la ultimul nu am fost niciodata. Se afla pe strada Londra, intr-o vila cocheta. Si aici era ingrozitor de cald si stateai la coada sa urci la etajele superioare. Hartile erau foarte interesante si la etajul 1 este si un glob pamantesc destul de mare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In urma cu 2 saptamani am fost la Sibiu. Vizitasem in trecut muzeul Brukenthal astfel incat de data aceea am ales Muzeul de Istorie. M-a surprins intr-un mod placut. Salile erau aerisite, in majoritatea camerelor (la intrare) erau ecrane pe care puteai viziona o scurta prezentare a ceea ce este expus in respectiva incapere (carei perioade ii apartin exponatele, la ce erau folosite, etc). De asemenea in majoritatea cazurilor, langa fiecare exponat era o eticheta cu numele acestuia dar mai ales o scurta descriere (cum functiona, la ce era folosit). In unele incaperi erau si diversi custozi carora le puteai adresa intrebari in legatura cu anumite exponate zi iti ofereau mai multe explicatii. Mi-a placut nu doar curatenia, aranjarea exponatelor, prezentarea lor cat si atmosfera si respectul pentru vizitatori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Bucuresti de ce nu se poate asta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De asemenea, de ce muzeele nu pot fi deschise pana mai tarziu ? Macar vara sa aiba program pana la ora 20-21 (macar in week-end-uri) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-6593513711177658599?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6593513711177658599/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=6593513711177658599' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/6593513711177658599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/6593513711177658599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/05/noaptea-muzeelor-dupa.html' title='Noaptea Muzeelor - dupa'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-2005466706002904529</id><published>2009-04-29T10:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:38:36.717+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Am donat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ieri am donat sange. Inca de cand eram in liceu imi doream sa fac acest lucru, dar la acea data nu intruneam toate conditiile (nu aveam numarul de kilograme necesare). Acum da si cum in preajma Sarbatorilor de Paste am avut noroc, am decis sa ajut si eu pe altcineva care are nevoie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ieri dimineata impreuna cu mama am fost la&lt;a href="http://www.doneazasange.ro/centre_transfuzie.html"&gt; Centrul de Transfuzie Sanguina &lt;/a&gt;(In spatele spitalului Filantropia) si amandoua am donat sange. Eu sunt donator universal (am Rh pozitiv) iar mama are grupa de sange A2, cu Rh negativ (&lt;a href="http://www.doneazasange.ro/sange.html"&gt;o grupa mai rara&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intregul proces este descris de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://martisor.wordpress.com/2009/01/16/eu-am-donat-tu-vei-dona/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Martisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Daca doriti sa donati pentru cineva anume, puteti specifica numele bolnavului si spitalul in care este internat. Donarea propriu-zisa  dureaza 10 minute, dar inainte de asta te plimbi vreo 2 ore din cabinet in cabinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inainte sa donati mancati ceva mai consistent (nu doar un iaurt) si sa aveti o sticla cu apa la voi sa beti inainte si dupa donare.  Nu consumati alcool in ziua precedenta donarii. Daca sunteti bolnav sau ati avut hepatita, nu mergeti sa donati (doctoritele de acolo mi-au spus ca vin destule persoane care stiu ca sunt bolnave dar vor sa doneze sange pentru a primi bonurile de masa - 7 bonuri a cate 8,3 lei fiecare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doneaza cateva picaturi din tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-2005466706002904529?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2005466706002904529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=2005466706002904529' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2005466706002904529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2005466706002904529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-donat.html' title='Am donat'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-3106623543898250766</id><published>2009-03-22T19:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:55:50.392+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandirea romanului'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neuronii mei'/><title type='text'>Romanul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am urmarit in ultimele zile imagini cu Ion Dolanescu. Mai precis imagini de la Ateneul Roman, iar azi de la slujba religioasa si inmormantare. Sa-i fie tarana usoara domnul Dolanescu. Felicitari tuturor oamenilor care i-au adus un omagiu. Frumos gest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Felicitari" prostimii care s-a purtat in modul caracteristic: au ajuns sa se impinga, sa imbranceasca pana si la o inmormantare. "Felicitari" desteptului care si-a adus copilul la inormantare, si l-a urcat pe umeri, sa "vada mai bine" ca doar deh era un spectacol, nu ? (o fi vreo chestie educativa si nu stiu eu). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Felicitari" nesimtitilor care s-au urcat pe cruci si au calcat pe morminte ca deh, TREBUIAU sa vada ei tot. Fara ei nu se putea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Au vrut sa aduca un omagiu unui om si si-au batut joc de locul de odihna al altora fara nici o proglema. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mi se pare normal sa vina la Ateneul Roman, sa astepte in fata bisericii pe dura slujbei dar la groapa ce cautau ? 90% din oamenii prezenti au mai participat la o inmormantare, au avut un deces in familie. Ce era atat de ..interesant sa vada ? Pun capacul, il coboara in groapa si pun pamant deasupra. Apoi se face oale si ulcele si aia e (Imi pare rau daca par ..rece. Nu asta este intentia mea).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da, a fost un cantaret. Dar era ruda cu ei ? S-au imbrancit pana si in cimitir, ca doar era musai sa aprinda o lumanare. Daca vrei sa te rogi pentru sufletul unui om, o poti face si acasa la tine, la biserica, oriunde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inteleg ca plangi pentru ca iti aduce aminte de o perioada din viata ta, de o persoana draga. Dar i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ti exprimi durerea mai bine daca te urci pe un panou publicitar, pe un gard sau o cruce? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In alte tari nu am vazut asemenea ..manifestari. Ori nu am vazut eu bine, ori nu au prezentat la televizor asemenea scene ori pur si simplu exista si alte modalitati de a-ti arata respectul fata de cineva / ceva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-3106623543898250766?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3106623543898250766/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=3106623543898250766' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/3106623543898250766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/3106623543898250766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/romanul.html' title='Romanul'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-5538182998823789058</id><published>2009-03-09T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:36:00.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neuronii mei'/><title type='text'>Acuarele</title><content type='html'>Am si eu o intrebare: de unde iti cumperi acuarele si pensule ? Pustii din ziua de azi nu mai picteaza ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost aseara in Cora pentru a cumpara cateva ceva. M-am oprit si la raionul de papetarie, pentru a lua 2 topuri de hartie. Tot bantuind pe acolo, m-am uitat dupa acuarele, pensule, bloc de desen. Am gasit bloc de desen (pret 4.39 lei). Nu am gasit acuarele (tempera) sau pensule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In zona in care stau nu mai exista nici o librarie. Daca as avea un copil care doreste sa picteze, de un pot cumpara respectivele produse ? Un hypermarket nu ar trebui sa le aiba? Erau zeci de marci / modele / culori de pixuri si creioane. Nu acuarele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde cumpar acuarele?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-5538182998823789058?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5538182998823789058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=5538182998823789058' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5538182998823789058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5538182998823789058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/03/acuarele.html' title='Acuarele'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-2946949479732261275</id><published>2009-02-21T18:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:26:55.342+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prin oras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma enerveaza'/><title type='text'>La coafor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azi am fost la coafor pentru un simplu tuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mie nu-mi face placere sa merg la coafor. Nu am fost niciodata la manechiura / pedichiura pentru ca pur si simplu nu suport ca altcineva sa se ocupe de unghiile mele. Pentru cosmetica merg la un singur salon de ceva timp, salon care are doar tratamente corporale (masaj, electrostimulare, etc) si cosmetica. Frecventez acest salon pentru ca proprietara este medic dermatolog si am incredere in ea, iar atmosfera din acest salon este de relaxare (nimeni nu flecareste la nesfarsit, muzica relaxanta in surdina, cat timp astepti poti bea un ceai sau o ciocolata calda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bun, sa ne intoarcem la coafor. Coafeza era ocupata cu o clienta, la manechiura era o doamna si la cosmetica alta. Cum aveam timp liber, am decis sa astept pana termina coafeza (deh, am pitici pe creier si vreau sa ma tund). In cele 30-40 de minute de asteptare am aflat ca tipa de la cosmetica se duce la un botez peste o saptamana si nu e decisa daca sa-ti faca suvite sau nu. Manechiurista se va duce maine cu fetita ei la ziua de nastere a unei colege de gradinita si nu stia ce cadou sa-i cumpere, pentru ca mamica sarbatoritei e mofturoasa si isi imbraca plodul doar de la Zara. Clienta coafezei a fost casatorita de 2 ori, in prezent este divortata, s-a pensionat (a fost doctor) si isi va vizita baiatul care locuieste la Constanta pentru mai apoi sa-i fac o vizita fetei sale, stabilita in Statele Unite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dupa nenumarate priviri aruncate ceasului, in sfarsit am ajuns si eu pe scaunul coafezei. Dupa ce i-am dat indicatiile necesare, am incercat sa ma relaxez si sa ignor restul persoanelor prezente. Evident ca nu am reusit. Cosmeticiana care terminase tratamentul, statea pe un scaun, mesteca un covrig si vorbea cu tanti care se aflat la manechiura. Coafeza a inceput si ea sa-i dea sfaturi, ce sa-i cumpere plodului: fie plastelina sau un puzzle, fie niste margele. Tanti de la manechiura vine cu ideea sa-i cumpere un parfum sau un gel de dus in forma de Alba ca Zapada si o indruma spre Cora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu turbam pe scaun si imi doream sa se termine totul cat mai repede. La un moment dat, farfuza de la manechiuram incepe si vorbeste cu mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farfuza: Ti-ai facut vreodata breton?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: ..Poftim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Ai avut vreodata breton? Ar trebui sa-ti faci.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Da, am avut cand eram in scoala generala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Pai si de ce nu-ti mai faci? Ti-ar sta bine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Merci. Dar nu vreau. Mi se irita pielea de pe frunte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am ramas blocata cateva secunde. Nu-mi venea sa cred ca tam nesam, a inceput sa-mi dea sfaturi fara  sa o cunosc si cu atat mai mult fara sa-i cer parerea. Coafeza ma intreaba daca sa ma fileze un pic, pentru volum. Ii spun ca da, mai ales ca am firul de par destul de fin si de multe ori sta cam pleostit. Farfuza incepe iar sa vorbeasca cu mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Pai de cate ori te speli pe cap?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Poftim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Daca te speli pe cap prea des, parul ti se ingrasa mai repede. Il strici.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Ma spal de cate ori e nevoie si imi simt parul murdar. De obicei la 3 zile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Aaa pai gresesti. E mult prea des. De asta ti se ingrasa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Aha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Ar trebui sa incerci sa maresti intervalul intre spalari. Te speli acum, apoi pestte 4 zile, apoi peste 5 zile si tot asa, pana ajungi sa te speli la o saptamana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Nu pot sta 0 saptamana cu parul murdar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Pai il perii bine in fiecare seara si sebumul se duce de la radacina. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Parul se va intari.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: .... Se va intari murdaria pe el. Eu ma spal de cate ori e nevoie. Poate dumneavoastra aveti alt tip de par, alt corp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Iti strici parul daca continui asa. Iar pentru volum folosesti spuma, nu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Nu. Nu-mi place cum imi face parul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Pai si atunci cum vrei sa ai volum? Trebuie sa-ti dai cu spuma. Macar un pic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Merci de sfat. O sa vad eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Si ai putea sa te vopsesti pentru ca si vopseaua iti intareste firul de par.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Mda, ma rog. Nu cred asta si in plus nu m-am mai vopsit de 4 ani. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F: Pai vezi, de asta nu ai volum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Norocul meu ca a terminat coafeza. M-am ridicat de pe scaun, am achitat cat trebuia si am fugit rapid din coafor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma enerveaza femeile proaste, carora le place sa se auda vorbind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-2946949479732261275?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2946949479732261275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=2946949479732261275' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2946949479732261275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2946949479732261275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-coafor.html' title='La coafor'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-166278363729161227</id><published>2009-02-02T22:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:29:41.222+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Traiesc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Da, traiesc. Stiu, nu am mai scris de mult. Nu am mai avut timp. In timpul serviciului nu o mai lalai, sa fac ce vreau eu, sa pot sa imi pun ideile pe "hartie". Pana in aprilie nu voi avea timp de respiro la serviciu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putinul timp liber pe care il am dupa terminarea serviciului incerc sa nu-l mai petrec in fata calculatorului pentru ca deja ma oboseste foarte mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voi scrie mai rar, dar va citesc in continuare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-166278363729161227?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/166278363729161227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=166278363729161227' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/166278363729161227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/166278363729161227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/02/traiesc.html' title='Traiesc'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-1126955056469177620</id><published>2009-01-18T22:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:04:24.279+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri pozitive'/><title type='text'>Un pui de om</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/SXOZF0NgMDI/AAAAAAAABLY/ZajElrZDmfg/s1600-h/ID+(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292742312284139570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/SXOZF0NgMDI/AAAAAAAABLY/ZajElrZDmfg/s200/ID+(Small).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azi, la ora 16:35 s-a nascut Ioana Diana, nepotica mea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are 50 cm si 2800 grame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bine ai venit pe lume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-1126955056469177620?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1126955056469177620/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=1126955056469177620' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/1126955056469177620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/1126955056469177620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-pui-de-om.html' title='Un pui de om'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/SXOZF0NgMDI/AAAAAAAABLY/ZajElrZDmfg/s72-c/ID+(Small).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-41494731667891993</id><published>2009-01-18T21:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:58:41.417+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucruri negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gandirea romanului'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloc'/><title type='text'>Vecini cu suflet mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ma enerveaza vecinii nesimtiti. In afara faptului ca sunt nesimtiti, mai sunt si prosti iar prostia lor ma afecteaza pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am vreo 2 vecini care au o parere atat de buna despre ei ca sunt oameni cinstiti, omenosi, buni la suflet (asta pana parchezi pe "locul lor" si te fac albie de porci, te ameninta sau iti zgarie masina), emana modestie prin toti porii.  De vreo 3 ani de zile acesti vecini si-au luat caini. Unul mai viteaz ca altul, mai destept, mai frumos. Dupa 2 ani de zile (2 ani de certuri cu ceilalti locatari care dadeau vina pe noi, toti cei care avem caini) au invatat si ei in sfarsit sa-si scoata cainii afara la timp, sa nu-si mai faca nevoile prin scara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cand credeam si eu ca am scapat de privirile ucigatoare ale vecinilor (da, pentru ca am caine), acesti 2 vecini s-au trezit mari iubitori de animale si au inceput sa hraneasca caini comunitari. Nici o suparare pana aici. Nu ma deranjeaza, ba din contra, este un lucru frumos, un gest laudabil. Decat sa arunce la gunoi mancarea pe care ei nu o mai vor, pot hrani un animalut, un sufletel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seara, dupa ce isi scot proprii caini afara, pe unul din cainii comunitari pe care il hranesc, il lasa sa intre in scara blocului si sa doarma acolo. De obicei cainele doarme la etajul unuia din ei (1 sau 3). Dar uneori il poti vedea si la parter (s-o plictisi poate) si poti avea norocul sa te latre sau chiar sa sara sa te muste. Problema nu e ca ii permit acelui caine sa doarma in scara ci ca acel caine isi face nevoile in holul de la parter si miroase de mori. Evident ca superioritatea lor ii impiedica sa puna mana si sa stranga mizeria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daca ai tupeul si nesimtirea sa le faci observatie ca il lasa pe acel caine in scara, pfai, incepe teatrul: intai nu recunosc ca ei fac asta si o tin asa cateva minute; apoi recunosc ca doar il hranesc iar apoi iti fac ei tie observatie ca nu ai pic de suflet. Daca le sugerezi sa ia cainele in casa ca doar au un suflet mare (nu ?), poti sa te trezesti injurat sau amenintat (ca doar nu e treaba mea, nu?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poti sa nu apreciezi niste oameni ca ei, cu suflet mare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Voi aveti (sau ati avut) vecini de genul ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-41494731667891993?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/41494731667891993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=41494731667891993' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/41494731667891993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/41494731667891993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/vecini-cu-suflet-mare.html' title='Vecini cu suflet mare'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-4886564774982300184</id><published>2009-01-07T19:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:00:16.957+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neuronii mei'/><title type='text'>Leapsa - Frica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duc mai departe &lt;a href="http://leahlusch.blogspot.com/2009/01/frici.html"&gt;leapsa -&gt; De ce iti e frica &lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ca multor altora imi este frica de singurate, sa ajung la 100 de ani si toti cei dragi mie sa nu mai traisca. Imi e frica de neputinta, sa depind de cineva (nu stiu daca e frica sau doar ceva ce nu-mi doresc, nu vreau sa ajung asa).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imi e frica sa nu fiu implicata intr-un accident de masina. Pana acum 2 ani nu aveam nici o problema. Acum, daca altcineva conduce, pur si simplu imi e frica sa facem un accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai ales imi este frica de moarte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-4886564774982300184?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/4886564774982300184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=4886564774982300184' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/4886564774982300184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/4886564774982300184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/leapsa-frica.html' title='Leapsa - Frica'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-3593118405726680764</id><published>2009-01-07T19:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:56:37.078+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Incheiere si inceput</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am revenit. Dupa mai bine de 2 saptamani in care am evitat sa intru pe net, sa scriu pe blog, am revenit plina de energie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am simtit nevoia sa fiu singura, izolata de toti si toate. Am comunicat cu cei din jur cat mai putin posibil, iar in rest am mancat, am dormit facand pauze pentru a viziona un film sau a ma juca (SIMS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ultimele zile inainte de Craciun am fost ocupata ba cu serviciul, ba cu facut mancare / cumparaturi, in ultimele zile ale anului pur si simplu am zacut. Chiar si de revelion am refuzat toate invitatiile si am stat acasa, in pijama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost primul an in care am facut cumparaturile necesare abia pe data de 23 decembrie. De obicei pana pe 20 decembrie cumparam cam tot ce este necesar, ramanand pentru ultimele zile maruntisuri (paine, fructe). Ca deobicei, am fost cu mama in Cora. Surprinzator, dar fata de anii trecuti nu mai erau cozi la care stateai cate 1 ora. Era aglomerat dar nu mai mult decat intr-un week-end obisnuit. Oamenii bantuiau dintr-o parte in alta a magazinului, puradeii erau lasati sa alerge ca disperatii, nesupravegheati de parinti. Foarte multe rafturi goale (lipseau cu desavarsire marci intregi), galantarul de carne era gol. Da, gol. Fix ca pe vremea lui Ceausescu. Si fix ca atunci, oamenii au format o coada in fata galantarului gol. Un nene care lucra la carmangerie le-a spus ca va veni o masina sa livreze carne abia la ora 22 si mai devreme de ora aceasta nu va ajunge pe raft. O parte dintr cumparatori au ramas, altii si-au continuat cumparaturile la alte raioane si altii au renuntat de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe 26 decembrie am iesit vreo 2 ore prin centru. Am mancat o vata pe bat si castane coapte, am fost dezgustata de alti cetateni iesiti la promenada in centru. La faimosul targ de Craciun organizat de Sorin Oprescu, gaseai cam orice iti doreai, dar nu prea aveau legatura cu targurile asemenatoare organizate in alte tari din Europa. Putei sa servesti un mititel, un vin fiert indoit cu apa, dulciuri la pret dublu (fata hypermarket) sau sa iti achizitionezi o peruca colorata (acele peruci pe care le gasesti atat la mare, cat si la munte, in Sinaia, in fata Castelului Bran sau Peles, la Sighisoara si cam in orice loc din Romania). Sau puteati sa-ti cumperi un pulover cumparat la sac din Europa (cea din Colentina) si vandut ca produs autentic romanesc. Daca doreai sa te .. destrabalezi un pic, puteai chiar sa-ti cumperi un neglijeu, sau un sutien rosu sau cu imprimeu de leopard. Nu lipseau semintele, popcornul si ceaiul de 3 lei (apa chioara).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar deh. Oprescu a mai bifat o actiune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craciunul a trecut, revelionul la fel si uite asa inca un an. Cu intarziere va urez un an nou mai bun (daca va fi rau, sa fie ce mult la fel ca cel pe care l-am incheiat) si multa sanatate. Restul vin de la sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-3593118405726680764?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3593118405726680764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=3593118405726680764' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/3593118405726680764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/3593118405726680764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2009/01/incheiere-si-inceput.html' title='Incheiere si inceput'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-6844929482209278707</id><published>2008-12-20T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:06:01.075+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>20 decembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azi a fost ziua mamei mele. A implinit frumoasa varsta de 52 de ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LA MULTI ANI MAMA !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primele imagini (amintiri) pe care le am cu mama sunt cu o persoana care era tot timpul aranjata, asortata, cu manechiura impecabila, cocotata pe tocuri (7-10 cm) dar care tot timpul avea in primul rand grija de mine. Cand pleca la serviciu arata impecabil, chiar daca pentru a arata asa, abia dupa ce ma culca pe mine si termina toata treaba, abia atunci isi facea manechiura (chit ca era ora 2-3 noaptea).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama e persoana care stie ce sa-mi cumpere cand ii spun "vreau si eu ceva 'bun' ", ea imi ridica moralul, ea simte cand sunt suparata (chiar daca nu este langa mine si nici nu vorbim la telefon); ea ma asteapta pana tarziu sa ajung acasa; ea mi-a vegheat somnul cand eram bolnava (si inca o face).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imi doresc sa fie sanatoasa pentru ca toate celelalte lucruri sa le putem facem impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-6844929482209278707?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/6844929482209278707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=6844929482209278707' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/6844929482209278707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/6844929482209278707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/12/20-decembrie.html' title='20 decembrie'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-8848561487824129122</id><published>2008-12-15T01:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:01:15.596+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupiditatiile autoritatilor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma enerveaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aventuri cu masina'/><title type='text'>Piata Basarabia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Il urasc pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ontanu&lt;/span&gt;. De ce ? Pentru ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;este un cretin&lt;/span&gt;. Acum cativa ani a instalat pe  Bulevardul Basarabia o piata volanta. Atat de volanta a fost ca de atunci nu s-a miscat deloc. Ba din contra. Daca la inceput erau cateva tarabe deschise cate ore pe zi acum unele sunt deschise NON STOP. Da, ati citit bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe parcursul anilor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negustori&lt;/span&gt;i si-au ridicat tot felul de corturi, cumva au facut sa aiba si curent electric (astfel sunt deschise noaptea), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;au acaparat 90 % din trotuar inaintand pana la pista de biciclete&lt;/span&gt;. Daca vrei sa mergi pe trotuar, mergi pe pista de biciclete si savurezi injuraturile biciclistilor daca nu sari instantaneu din calea lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producatorii, unul mai tuciuriu ca altul, fac o mizerie de nedescris iar marfa acestora e din Turcia sau din orice alta tara, in nici un caz din Romania . Preturile sunt mai mari decat in restul pietelor iar marfa nu este mai buna.  Cum in jurul blocurilor spatiile in care poti sa-ti parchezi masina sunt limitate, daca vreti sa o lasi masina in apropierea blocului, adica pe o raza de o statie de tramvai(eu deja m-am obisnuit sa o parchez la mai bine de o statie de bloc), poti incerca sa o lasi in fata pietei in discutie. Adica regulamentar, pe banda de stationare amenajata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi sa te fereasca sfantul sa faci asta. Daca "producatorul" te vede ca ai parcat masina si in nici un caz pentru a cumpara ceva de la ei, pai incepe scandalul. Primele sunt aprostrofarile gen "Domnu/ doamna, nu parcati aici ca nu mai opresc clientii sa cumpere pentru ca nu au loc de parcare, nu pot opri". Daca asta nu te face sa te razgandesti, incep cu "Stiti, sunt multi golani prin zona care zgarie masini. Sa nu patiti la fel". Daca totusi iti lasi masina acolo, s-ar putea sa gasesti stergatoarele ridicate / indoite, un maldar de gunoi fix langa masina ta (si un pic pe ea), sau chiar zgariata. Scenele de genul se repeta de fiecare data cand incerci sa parchezi acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vara e mizerie din cauza pepenilor, toamna e teroare cu mormanele de varza, iar iarna sunt brazii&lt;/span&gt;. Poate nu ar fi atata mizeri daca tiganii ar arunca resturile la lada de gunoi amplasata in capatul pietei. Dar nuuu, sa se miste ei pana acolo ? In nici un caz. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E mai usor, normal, igienic ca arunce toate cele langa bordura sau langa vreun stalp de iluminat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am certat cu un tigan si cu pirandele lui (2 la numar). Motivul ? Aveam masina parcata pe trotuar in fata patinoarului. El isi desfasurase brazii in jurul masinilor parcate, blocand o parte din ele si chiar sprijinindu-si brazii de ele. Masina mea a fost una dintre acestea. Piata tine de la intrarea principala in Parcul National (fost 23 August, actual habar nu am cum) si pana la terminarea parcului (marcata printr-o conducta de apa). Aceasta conducta se afla la aproximativ 50 de metrii de poarta principala pe care se intra in curtea patinoarului. Masina mea era parcata in fata patinoarului, pe trotuar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma apropii de masina si ma uit la brazii lipiti de ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu: Poti  totusi sa-ti muti brazii de pe MASINA MEA ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiganul: De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Pentru ca este masina mea si nu ai nici un drept sa faci asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Se sinchiseste si muta brazii cativa centimetrii mai departe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: De maine nu mai parchezi aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Poftim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Nu mai parchezi aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Ca zici tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Nu. Ca avem aprobare de la seful de piata sa stam aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Piata e acolo iar aici e spatiu public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: Noi am platit bani si aveam dreptul sa stam aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Nu ma intereseaza ce ati facut. Acum muta-ti brazii pentru ca vreau sa plec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(El ma ignora si pleaca. Raman pirandele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Mutati brazii sau ii calc cu masina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Incep sa dau in marsarier si daram un brad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T: De ce dai fa peste brad ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: E spatiu public. Tu m-ai blocat. Ori iti muti brazii, ori trec cu masina peste toti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Una dintre pirande se apuca si muta cativa brazi. Tiganul ma injura de zor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E: Daca ma mai injuri mult iti fac zob brazii si te calc si pe tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stimabile domn primar Ontanu mai dai peste mana Domnului Daniel Popescu, seful pietelor (sector 2), sa mai lase naiba spagile si sa nu mai faca rahaturi de genul, ca ne-am saturat de voi si de ideile voastre crete. Nu am vrut piata asta, nici tiganii care o conduc, nici mizeria pe care o fac. Nu vrem nici targurile pe care le organizati doar de dragul de a mai bifa o "actiune" in "beneficiul" populatiei. Acum 3 saptamani a organizat in curtea patinoarului Targul de Imbracaminte si Incaltaminte - producatori autohtoni (preturi de producatori). Tradus: un cort mare cu multe standuri in care marfa numai romaneasca nu era, ci made in china sau vreo tara araba, preturi piperate, lucruri urate si implicit cu vanzare subtire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In locul piate acesteia mai bine ati amenaja o parcare, sa nu mai parcheze nesimtii pe orice petic de iarba, mai ales ca de 1 saptamana au aparut si semne cu "Parcare interzisa" si am primit fluturasi ca masinile ne vor fi ridicate daca nu respectam semnul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu am pretentia sa-mi parchez masina la scara blocului. Nu-mi cade rangul daca merg pe jos, chiar si o statie pana la locul in care am parcat-o. Dar am pretentia sa nu mi-o zgarie orice ciumpalac doar pentru ca asa are el chef, sau ca a dat spaga si ala e trotuarul lui (i l-a dat ma'sa pe post de zestre cand l-a fatat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-8848561487824129122?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8848561487824129122/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=8848561487824129122' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8848561487824129122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8848561487824129122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/12/piata-basarabia.html' title='Piata Basarabia'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-3492451125973174944</id><published>2008-12-09T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:20:00.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise indeplinite'/><title type='text'>Lucruri pe care le-am facut (leapsa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am preluat leapsa de la Leah Lusch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copy and paste the words. Bold the things you have done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;55. Been in a movie ---- home movies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Copied this from someone elses blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai adaug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Am vizitat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%A2teau_d"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chateau d'If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Am asistat la o slujba la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portugalvirtual.pt/_tourism/costadeprata/fatima/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fatima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Am parcurs 8000 km in 2 saptamani (un tur, cu plecare din Bucuresti si destinatia Lisabona)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Aproape am ajuns la&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cabo_da_Roca"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cabo da Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, cel mai vestic punct al Europei (mai aveam 30 de km pana acolo, dar a trebuit sa ne intoarcem altfel nu am mai fi ajuns la ora stabilita la destinatie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Am fost in cel mai mare cazino din Europa, Casino Estoril - Portugalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Am adormit in discoteca, in tren, pe o banca in fata unei biserici din Madrid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Am viziatat Muzeul Prado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artline.ro/1_586_Obiective_turistice_Florenta_25267.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palatul Pizzi, Gradinile Boboli, Ponte Vechio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Floren%C5%A3a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Domul din Florenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Am dansat in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schoenbrunn.at/fileadmin/content/schoenbrunn/panoramas/21_grosse_galerie.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marea Galerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schoenbrunn.at/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palatului Schoenbrunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. M-am dat pe derdelus (gheata) cu un banner de la vodafone (acum vreo 5 ani). Pentru ca eram multi si bannerul destul de mic, mai mult m-am dat pe proprii mei blugi. 2 saptamani am dormit doar pe burta pentru ca sub blugi aveam doar o pereche de chiloti tanga si pur si simplu mi-am julit pielea de pe posterior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... si lista ar putea continua (imi trebuie doar timp sa mai scotocesc in memorie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-3492451125973174944?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/3492451125973174944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=3492451125973174944' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/3492451125973174944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/3492451125973174944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/12/lucruri-pe-care-le-am-facut-leapsa.html' title='Lucruri pe care le-am facut (leapsa)'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-2152399549875021370</id><published>2008-12-02T22:26:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:10:43.030+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week-end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Un alt week-end la munte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ieri seara am revenit de la munte. Am fost in Predeal. Daca nu esti un iubitor al sporturilor de iarna (sa le practici), sa nu te duci niciodata in Predeal cand este zapada pentru ca nu ai ce sa faci, unde sa te duci, ce sa vezi. Am vazut atatea farfuze sa-mi ajunga pentru tot restul anului(urmator).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWv280U-fI/AAAAAAAABK4/V2bbohqftKs/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315897107806706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWv280U-fI/AAAAAAAABK4/V2bbohqftKs/s200/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coada la telescaun era maricica, asteptai aproximativ 30 de minute. Ca sa inchiriezi o sanie te costa 25 de lei. Problema era ca nu mai gaseai la nici un centru de inchiriere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Toti smecherii vroiau sa-si lase masinile la baza partiei, cat mai aproape, sa nu faca cumva vreo intindere musculara daca merg mai mult de 100 de metri. Am plecat luni, pe la 12:30 si am facut 1 ora pana in Sinaia (am prins si un cortegiu funerar).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apoi am prins coada de pe serpentine (inainte de Posada).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWv3Nv8DoI/AAAAAAAABLA/OrF2aJqZyjw/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWxUV6zN6I/AAAAAAAABLI/gJj66ZEPHyU/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWx31Es6dI/AAAAAAAABLQ/EX0osy7PDL8/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275318111232125394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWx31Es6dI/AAAAAAAABLQ/EX0osy7PDL8/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dupa Breaza a inceput sa apara ceata, la un moment dat in apropiere de paralela 45 aveai vizibilitate doar 30-40 de metri. Evident ca mai erau cativa cretini pe sosea care mergeau fie cu farurile stinse, fie goneau ca imbecilii cu 120-130 km. In rest drumul a fost destul de liber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La ora 15 am ajuns in Ploiesti unde ne-am oprit sa papam iar la 17:30 eram acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A fost un week-end frumos, dar care totusi mi-a lasat un gust amar. Am vazut cat valorez pentru o prietena. Nimic. E mai important un barbat, ce vrea el, ce are el chef sa faca indiferent de orice altceva, de exemplu ca era ziua unei persoane, a mea. Da, pe langa Diana ma mai cheama si Andra. Cum putine persoane imi stiu al doilea prenume, pana acum nu m-am sarbatorit, nu cu prieteni cel putin ci doar cu familia. Anul acesta am vrut sa fie diferit si .. a fost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anul inca nu s-a incheiat, dar pot face cu usurinta o analiza a persoanelor care imi sunt alaturi. Nu ma pot decide (inca) daca e un lucru bun sau nu, dar anul acesta am vazut exact cine imi e prieten si cine imi e prieten atata timp cat ii convine. Cat contez, pentru cine si in ce fel. Am vazut ca omul care imi spunea uitandu-se in ochii mei ca ma iubeste, peste cateva ore agata farfuze pe net sau se vedea de 6 luni cu o tipa (numai la ore tarzii) si muuuulte altele. Bine macar ca am aflat. I-am spus de la inceput ca am un talent aparte sa descopar porcarii de genul si nu ma apuc sa caut sau sa umblu prin telefoane sau mai stiu io ce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am vazut ca prietena care imi scria acum un an pe blog ca ma voi regasi oricand in ochii ei si ma va ajuta oricand, nu a facut asta. Am fost alaturi de ea indiferent de ora, de ce aveam de facut, prin orice mijloc, dojenind-o, sustinand-o, ascultandu-i problemele chiar daca si eu le aveam pe ale mele si doream sa fiu ascultata. Luni de zile era ocupata, nu putea sa scrie un offline sau sa dea un telefon sau un sms, cu exceptia datilor cand avea nevoie sa discute cu cineva despre problemele ei. Cand am rugat-o sa ma asculte sau sa iesim la un suc, mi-a aruncat sec ca e ocupata si ca nu are de ce sa se justifice in fata mea (avea timp sa-si puna poze pe hi5 cu noul iubit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am vazut ca o alta persoana pe care de asemenea o numeam prietena alege un barbat chiar daca ar putea sa-l aiba pe acel barbat dar si pe mine, o prietena. O persoana care de ziua mea, in seara pe care trebuia sa o petrecem ca un grup, sa radem, sa ne distram, sa mancam copios a preferat sa stea in camera cu iubitul, sa coboare la masa iar apoi sa mai stea 2 ore doar ca sa vedem un film. In total 3 ore petrecute alaturi de mine, de noi restul. Ei i s-a parut normal; la fel de normal i s-a parut nici sa nu-i spuna iubitului sa coboare, sa petreaca cu noi macar cateva ore amarate. Mi-a spus clar ca alege un iubit in locul "pachetului" iubit + prietena daca asta inseamna sa faca un gest pentru acea prietena a ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunt prieteni si prieteni. Unii raman in urma, devenind trecut iar altii raman alaturi de tine, in prezent si viitor. Fiecare alege unde vrea sa fie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Viata merge mai departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-2152399549875021370?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/2152399549875021370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=2152399549875021370' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2152399549875021370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/2152399549875021370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-alt-week-end-la-munte.html' title='Un alt week-end la munte'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YxL_V6OJ6sg/STWv280U-fI/AAAAAAAABK4/V2bbohqftKs/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-1192175965544798509</id><published>2008-11-28T21:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:48:09.695+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week-end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Fug la munte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maine dimineata plec la munte. Nu stiu sigur cand ma intorc (duminica sau luni). Promit sa aduc un bulgare de zapada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Anticipat, La Multi Ani de Sfantul Andrei tuturor celor care se sarbatoresc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-1192175965544798509?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/1192175965544798509/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=1192175965544798509' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/1192175965544798509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/1192175965544798509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/11/fug-la-munte.html' title='Fug la munte'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-5884582364411085077</id><published>2008-11-26T09:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:29:36.311+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudatenii'/><title type='text'>Am pierdut "dorinta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ieri managera m-a instiintat ca imi pot cumpara orice imi doresc in valoare de 150 dolari si compania imi va deconta acea suma. De ce ? Pentru ca la evaluare am avut rezultate bune (rezultatele scontate), compania doreste sa ma sustina si astfel m-a premiat cu aceasta suma. Chestia asta se intampla acum, prima data pentru a ma motiva, pe viitor ne mai primind acest cadou. Parintii cum au aflat de aceasta sansa, imediat m-au sfatuit sa-mi cumpar ce vreau eu, sa ma rasfat singura pentru ca merit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acum am urmatoarea dilema: ce sa imi cumpar ? Nu imi doresc nimic. De vreo 2 ani aveam un fix: sa-mi cumpar un ceas. In tot acest timp m-am uitat prin magazine cautand un ceas care sa-mi placa dar nu am gasit nimic acceptabil ca pret si ca model (ba era pretul acceptabil si avea o groaza de floricele, pietricele, fluturasi etc, ba imi placea cum arata dar pretul era destul de mare si sincera sa fiu nu as plati atatia bani pentru un ceas). Aseara piticul de pe creier s-a trezit si implicit am dat o raita prin magazine in cautarea unui ceas. Am vazut vreo 2 dragutele, le-am probat si totusi nu mi-au placut indeajuns de mult incat sa le cumpar. Tot proband ceasuri mi-am dat seama ca nu imi doresc asta dar mai ales ca pur si simplu a disparut acel sentiment .. &lt;strong&gt;dorinta&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De ani de zile pentru parintii mei este un cosmar sa-mi cumpere ceva, un lucru material pentru ca eu nu imi doresc nimic. Nu imi doresc haine sau bijuterii, un telefon nou (mai fitos) sau o masina, o rochie mai speciala sau orice altceva. Pur si simplu nu imi doresc (poate si pentru ca imi pot permite sa-mi cumpar acele bijuterii sau haine etc doar ca nu o fac). Imi aduc aminte ce simteam cand eram mica, cat de mult imi doream o jucarie, un lant cu pandantiv, o masina de facut vata pe bat (am scuza, aveam doar 5 ani) sau orice alt lucru, dar acea dorinta nu mai este. Pur si simplu &lt;strong&gt;s-a pierdut&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nu imi doresc bunuri materiale (cu exceptia unei case), imi doresc sa am mai mult timp, imi doresc sa petrec acel timp alaturi de cei dragi vazand lumea larga, imi doresc sa le ofer lor tot ce isi doresc, sa-i vad fericiti. Cum nu primesc bon pentru acest lucru (timp) pe care sa-l pot deconta, ramane intrebarea: &lt;strong&gt;Ce sa imi cumpar&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am nevoie de idei, poate poate ma va stimula una dintre ele sau cel putin treptat imi voi regasi acea dorinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: A mai patit cineva chestia asta? Sa nu-ti doresti nimic (bun material) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-5884582364411085077?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5884582364411085077/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=5884582364411085077' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5884582364411085077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5884582364411085077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/11/am-pierdut-dorinta.html' title='Am pierdut &quot;dorinta&quot;'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-5409415950010111245</id><published>2008-11-20T23:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:07:12.286+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A trecut evaluarea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am reusit. Evaluarea a avut loc azi (ieri nu se stia sigur daca va avea loc astazi sau se va amana cu o saptamana). A iesit bine. Acum 2 luni de zile managera mi-a dat un numar de sarcini de indeplinit si mi-a lasat libertatea de a-mi alege singura data la care consider ca sarcinile vor fi indeplinite in totalitate si munca mea poate fi evaluata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am avut emotii. Parca eram in scoala generala si profesorul imi verifica caietul de teme. Ultimele 2-3 luni de zile au fost grele, din toate punctele de vedere. Persoane care ar fi trebuit sa ma sustina mi-au tocat nervii cu fiecare ocazie pe care o aveau. In loc sa spuna o vorba buna, sa faca un gest frumos m-au tratat cu superioritate, si-au aratat muschii, au facut figuri, preferau sa se certe sau sa se contrazica decat sa vorbeasca normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi am reusit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeplinirea cu succes a acestor sarcini si faptul ca mi-am impus singura termenul de indeplinire a lor si l-am respectat va conta la evaluarea anuala, care va avea lo anul viitor, si implicit la bonusul anul (care va fi acordat tot anul viitor, prin iunie). Acum voi avea o perioada mai relaxata, dar in ianuarie voi primi alte sarcini de indeplinit (pe langa indatoririle zilnice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum vreau liniste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-5409415950010111245?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/5409415950010111245/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=5409415950010111245' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5409415950010111245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/5409415950010111245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/11/trecut-evaluarea.html' title='A trecut evaluarea'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406794127108560439.post-8851902558209514057</id><published>2008-11-18T16:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:43:12.270+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diverse'/><title type='text'>Dialog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... intre colegul meu si un client(rus):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coleg: "Hi. My name is X, could I speak with Y?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clientul: "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Co: "Do you speak english ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cl: "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Co: "Could I please talk to somebody that speaks english?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cl: "No"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8406794127108560439-8851902558209514057?l=viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/feeds/8851902558209514057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8406794127108560439&amp;postID=8851902558209514057' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8851902558209514057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8406794127108560439/posts/default/8851902558209514057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viata-sub-curcubeu.blogspot.com/2008/11/dialog.html' title='Dialog'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05459160468306919087</uri><email>viatasubcurcubeu@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06917017723072125841'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>