<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559</id><updated>2011-10-08T13:41:24.107+03:00</updated><category term='Concept Cracker'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Sesiunile de stil / Guest Post'/><category term='Wtf???'/><category term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>No Woman No Cry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-8060168757654841141</id><published>2010-10-06T04:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T04:28:11.484+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Era si timpul...</title><content type='html'>Seara ma indreptam spre tine cu aceeasi pasi repezi, doar sa te vad, sa te aud, sa-mi aud numele rostit de tine...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Si te vad in fata ochilor, acelasi zambet complice &amp;nbsp;spre ceea ce va urma, numele meu rostit de tine are alta tonalitate, ochii tai au aceesi senzualitate care ma da gata de fiecare data. Inca ma intriga fiecare parte a corpului tau, fundul acela care sta ascuns in blugi, sanii aceea tari, buzele tale.... I JUST WANNA SEX YOU UP...GIRL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ceva nu era bine, privirea ta nu mai era aceeasi, gesturile nu mai erau la fel, ceva sa intamplat. Plimbarea in parc luase alta turnura, te uiti in ochii mei si imi spui ca stii de Ea. Cum ai vazut mesajele in telefon si cum ai ramas socata, cum in lista de apeluri apare Ea de zeci de ori. Ma asez pe banca, aceeasi ca si data trecuta, te iau de mana, inca ma lasi si iti spun ca nu e nimic serios.... Cu ochii in lacrimi si cu vocea tremurand ma intrebi cu ce ai gresit, iti raspund ca nu ai gresit cu nimic, ma intrebi daca ai insemnat ceva pentru mine tot acest timp, iti raspund ca ai fost totul, tot ce a insemnat o femeie pentru mine si inca e la fel. Deja era evident ca nu mai avea rost sa te mint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te asezi langa mine iti lasi capul pe umarul meu si imi spui ca am fost tot ce era mai bun in viata ta,cum fiecare dimineata in bratele mele insemna un moment special in viata ta, cum fiecare &amp;nbsp;zii langa mine insemna un nou inceput si cum fiecare cearta insemna sfarsitul. Te privesc uimit de ce aud, era pentru prima data cand te afisai cu adevarata fata, fara acel orgoliu prin care imi ascunzi ce simti. Iti spun ca Ea reprezinta ce este mai bun pentru mine, acel ceva ce cauti o viata intreaga si ca intre noi a intervenit o ruptura definitiva. Ma privesti cu ochii in lacrimi si imi spui " te iubesc " ca prima data dar pentru ultima data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile tale au incetat, usor ne indreptam spre casa. In drum imi spui ca ma vrei pentru ultima data data, si ca vrei sa fiu acelasi eu fara sa fiu umbrit de situatie sa te iubesc ca si cum azi ne-am fi cunoscut. Cum fiecare secunda ar fi doar pentru tine. Iti spun ca nimic nu sa schimbat cel putin nu inca.... Ajungem in fata scari deja am un deja-vu, acelasi in ultimele 11 luni, tu deschizi usa eu in urma ta, saruturile din lift, bluza aruncata pe hol, pantalonii aruncati pe jos, doar tu si eu in patul tau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sir de saruturi nebune, mangaieri subtile si apoi tu intinsa pe pat in asteptarea mea. Camasa zboara pe jos, urmata de pantaloni si ma opresc.... Ma opresc pentru a te admira, de data asta nu ma mai grabesc, &amp;nbsp;nu mai exista apeluri pe telefon, parintii tai, certuri etc.Esti doar tu si eu ca niciodata, te sarut usor pe gat apoi cobor spre sani un geamat apare, ma privesti plina de dorinta, incep usor, incet, nu mai exista intreruperi sau graba, esti doar tu... ma cuprinzi cu mainile si imi spui ca nu vrei sa mai plec, ca vrei sa raman al tau mereu, iti raspund ca voi mereu langa tine chiar daca &amp;nbsp;nu la fel de aproape, gemetele se intensifica si atmosfera se schimba, ne lasam prada pasiunii, incet esti aproape de final, unghiile tale lasa urme pe spatele meu, simt ca nu ma mai pot controla si ca finalul se apropie. In cateva momente ne apropiem de final, mainile tale imi mangaie posteriorul, ma tragi de par si imi spui ca ma iubesti. Finalul este exploziv de-a dreptul...ramanem amandoi incatusati in valtoarea finalului.Pasionala imi mangai fata si ma iei in brate langa tine, mainile tale imi mangaie parul ritmic, ma privesti si imi spui multumesc pentru clipe de neuitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorm in bratele tale, extenuat de situatie nu inainte sa aud soptit in ureche '' te iubesc fraiere, mereu te-am iubit, chiar daca nu ti-am aratat mereu ce simt.... " Afara ploua incet deschid ochii si patul e gol, pentru prima data e gol. Ma dau jos din pat si ma indrept spre zgomotul care m-a trezit din somn, erai tu in camasa mea care iti vine atat de bine, faceai cafeaua. Intorci privirea si imi spui buna dimineata zambind si ma asez pe scaun, cafeaua are o aroma atat de intensa. Te asezi in bratele mele ca de obicei insa de data asta pare altfel.&lt;br /&gt;Incepem sa vorbim si iti explic diverse lucuri, privesti atenta fiecare cuvant si imi spui ca intelegi situatia si ca asa a fost sa fie. Mereu ai fost barbatul altei femei razand continui sa imi spui ca asa ne-am cunoscut noi doi, o ironie a sortii. ma imbrac grabit si ma indrept spre usa gata de plecare. In pragul usii ma saruti si imi spui adio, iti raspund ca voi fii langa tine si ca nu adio e cuvantul potrivit.Ma saruti si imi spui te iubesc pentru ultima data apoi plec. De la geam imi faci cu mana, ma indrept aproape pierdut spre casa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-8060168757654841141?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/8060168757654841141/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/10/era-si-timpul.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/8060168757654841141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/8060168757654841141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/10/era-si-timpul.html' title='Era si timpul...'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-7616614850445456016</id><published>2010-09-24T06:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T06:00:37.594+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Taci si Asculta...!</title><content type='html'>Taci cand te priveste si ochii spun totul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta cand degetele ei trec prin parul tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taci cand mana ei o intalneste pe a ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta cand capul ei sta pe umarul tau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taci cand &amp;nbsp;gesturile ei se refera la tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta cand e langa tine si doarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taci cand momentele de neuitat apar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta cum fiecare cuvant pare o poveste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taci cand are nevoie cel mai mult de tine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta cand totul pare pierdut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taci cand totul se rezuma la ea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta fiecare privire ca si cum ar fi prima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am incetat sa te ascult, nici macar pentru o secunda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-7616614850445456016?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/7616614850445456016/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/09/taci-si-asculta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/7616614850445456016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/7616614850445456016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/09/taci-si-asculta.html' title='Taci si Asculta...!'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-3382160984646354317</id><published>2010-04-26T12:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:41:39.344+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Ghid Practic : Cearta</title><content type='html'>Cu toti am trecut prin asa ceva la un moment dat, intr-o anume situatie, intr-un anumit caz, loc, durata, personaj. Motivele sunt de la cele mai mici la cele mai evidente. Singurul lucru clar e ca nimeni nu se intelege cu “ tine “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricare ar fi motivul se pare ca al tau e cel mai clar,&amp;nbsp; chiar si in timp ce sustii o idee ( desi pare ca sustii ideea ) te certi cu respectivii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu despre asta e vorba, ci despre ceva ce am experimentat de curand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cearta serioasa cu “ EA “, dar ca sa intelegeti mai bine ce insemnau certurile noastre o sa va dau niste exemple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certurile erau mai mult o “ joaca “, practic prin o cearta ne-am si cunoscut mai bine. Niciodata nu depaseam anumite praguri si desi ne certam ne cunosteam limitele, eu cel putin pe ale ei. Nu folosea cuvinte care sa “ doara “ si desi pare absurd mai mult ma asculta decat sa se certe cu mine. Si in mod clar fiecare se ducea la culcare fara nervi. Nici o cearta nu dura mai mult de o zii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De data nu a fost cazul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De data asta tipam unul la altul chiar daca nu eram fata in fata, simteam fiecare cuvant de parca ar fi fost langa mine, langa urechea mea. Ochii citeau ce nu puteam auzi direct dar in mintea mea fiecare cuvant se asterne pe o coala de hartie gata sa-mi fie pusa in fata. Parca ii vedeam felul de-a gesticula desi era departe de mine. Un nod in gat isi face simtita prezenta, nervii imi inunda mintea si brusc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele “ imi ies” prin degete si spun ce nu pot spune cu gura... si tot cuvinte goale raman. Cuvintele alea ma alunga de langa ea, parca fiecare cuvant rostit insemna un pas departe de ea. Toata aceasta tirada&amp;nbsp; ma adus intr-un punct necunoscut pana acum. Cand totul nu mai e ca inainte, cand limitele dispar si tot ce scoti pe gura sunt tampenii. Motivele nu sunt importante, ci depinde de cat esti in stare sa asculti, e greu sa faci asa ceva, cel putin pe moment. Totul pare ca este impotriva ta ca totul e gandit in asa fel incat tu sa pari vinovat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicatii exista doar ca eram prea surd sa le si ascult si prea nervos sa le dau valoare. EA imi tot spune ceva, eu tot ca mine vreau sa iasa. E ciudat cat te chinui sa iti sustii punctul de vedere, ca apoi sa vezi cat gresesti. Si poate nu gresesti dar abordarea si continuarea discutiei in cauza e total nepotrivita... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea toata cearta reapare, incercam sa vad daca am omis un detaliu, daca poate nu am fost atent la ce a spus si uite asa era deja ora 6 dimineata si eu nu am inchis un ochi. A doua zi la fel, cearta a continuat cu aceeasi “ pasiune “ si totul parea ca a intrat pe alt fagas. Pentru prima data am avut certitudinea ca am pierdut ceva, cel mai important lucru de pana acum. Dupa incheierea discutiei, totul parea blocat pe un singur gand... ca am pierdut-o. Pana acum nu sa intamplat sa ne indepartam unul de altul, e cel mai urat gand posibil. Au fost cele mai urate doua zile de pana acum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum stiu de ce nu mi-sa mai intamplat pana acum, pentru ca nimeni, niciuna nu a fost/este/va fi ca EA. Pana acum nu am fost atat de pus la punct, am fost ca un copil fara maniere, rasfatat si razgaiat. A fost ca o palma morala de la cine nu te astepti, cel putin a fost de la cineva la care tin . Cea mai buna parte a fost cand totul a revenit la normal, am discutat cu calm de data asta si brusc “ problema “ avea alta fata, alta rezolvare. Chiar mai simpla decat ma asteptam. Totul era ca inainte ba chiar cred ca mai bine, pana acum nu am avut “ nevoia “ acerba de-a o lua in brate si sa ii spun&amp;nbsp;cat o&amp;nbsp;iubesc. Ciudat e, ca e prima data cand se intampla asa ceva, singurul regret personal e ca nu era langa mine si totusi cred ca un telefon nu ar egaliza “ reactia “ mea de atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-3382160984646354317?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/3382160984646354317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghid-practic-cearta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/3382160984646354317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/3382160984646354317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghid-practic-cearta.html' title='Ghid Practic : Cearta'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-1813399678030135829</id><published>2010-04-23T13:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:05:57.782+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Cand vezi ce trebuie , cand trebuie , cum trebuie....</title><content type='html'>ÎNCREDERE s.f. Actiunea de a (se) încrede și rezultatul ei; sentiment de siguranță fata de cinstea, buna-credinta sau sinceritate a cuiva; credinta.&amp;nbsp; Expr. Om (sau persoană) de (mare) încredere = persoană căreia i se poate încredinta orice secret, orice misiune.&amp;nbsp; V. încrede. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dincolo de explicatii, de certuri, de cuvinte fara sens, exista ceva ce ramane stabil pana la un anumit punct...Increderea. Cum poti definii increderea cand nu o ai? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand totul se comprima la un anumit stadiu atunci dispare si increderea. De multe ori afli lucruri pe care pana acum le credeai uitate. Increderea pierduta nu se recastiga, si atunci ce ramane de facut ? Poti continua in nesiguranta pana la un anumit punct, dupa asta rezultatul e inevitabil si cunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivele pentru asta sunt infinite, dar de multe ori sunt rezultatul lipsei de comunicare, gandirii absurde si modul&amp;nbsp;absurd de a ramane blocat in situatii independente de gandirea personala.&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru care ramane la fel sunt subiectele si temerile personale, peste asta nu poti trece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am simtit pe pielea mea ce inseamna increderea, si pierderea ei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-1813399678030135829?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/1813399678030135829/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/cand-vezi-ce-trebuie-cand-trebuie-cum.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1813399678030135829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1813399678030135829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/cand-vezi-ce-trebuie-cand-trebuie-cum.html' title='Cand vezi ce trebuie , cand trebuie , cum trebuie....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-4956599397214399098</id><published>2010-04-21T20:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:19:51.638+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Ghid Practic " Soacra "</title><content type='html'>Exista doua tipuri de soacre :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cele care te urasc&lt;br /&gt;2. Cele care inca nu iti arata asta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa o luam metodic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima vizita la parintii fetei, in urma insistentelor fetei, iti iei inima in dintii si o urmezi in necunoscut :))&lt;br /&gt;Si faci cunostinta cu Dracu intr-un final, in fata usii cu bomboane in mana&amp;nbsp;plus flori&amp;nbsp;( jertfa obligatorie ), usa se deschide in fata ta dupa caz tatal ( app sunt cei mai de gasca ), sau direct Dracu gol :)). &lt;br /&gt;Dialogul e urmatorul :&lt;br /&gt;- Buna ziua doamna sunt X !&lt;br /&gt;- Buna draga mea ( direct&amp;nbsp;iubita nicidecum tu ! ), ce mai faci?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Buna si tie....&lt;br /&gt;- Ce faci mami?, el este iubitul meu ( in clipa aia tavanul cade ) am venit sa il cunosti si tu !&lt;br /&gt;- Oh draga ce baiat frumusel ( unde e bata? ), cum te numesti dragule ? ( ospitalitate fortata )&lt;br /&gt;- Saru-mana doamna X, ce faceti ( ce dracu caut&amp;nbsp;aici? )&lt;br /&gt;Trecem de hol in sufragerie platouri multe, sotul pe canapea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna&amp;nbsp;ziua domnnule .... ce mai faceti? ( nici un rasp )&lt;br /&gt;( soacra ii atrage atentia ca ai venit /&amp;nbsp;aka fresh meat for diner )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va asezati la masa, in fata mobila impozanta si televizor care pare mult mai interesant decat orice in momentele alea. Ele pleaca ca na urmeaza interogatoriul mama-fica, si ramai singur cu sluga prin contract ( socrul ). Liniste totala intre voi parca va intelegeti doar din priviri, meciul de pe Eurosport pare deja foarte interesant. ( In anumite cazuri ti-se ofera ceva de baut de catre socru dar sunt rare )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum dialogul mama - fica.&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata iubita nu va spune tot ce a vb cu mama ei, din respect pentru voi si pentru ca va iubeste. Dar eu va spun direct :)) ( experienta conteaza )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cine e asta draga?, Nu vezi ce fata are?, Munceste?&lt;br /&gt;- Mama te rog frumos accepta realitatea, e iubitul meu de cateva luni si il iubesc ( brusc intrebarile anterioare palesc )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CUM? Il iubesti?, Pe asta?&lt;br /&gt;- Da mama...DA&lt;br /&gt;- Nu se poate draga..., am pretentii de la tine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nu conteaza, il iubesc si el la fel !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp aceeasi liniste in sufragerie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama accepta ca il iubesc...&lt;br /&gt;- Bine draga daca tu crezi ca e bun pentru tine...&lt;br /&gt;- Multumesc mama !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeh si de aici incepe calvarul dragii mei.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apar in sufragerie doamnele ( da si iubita ta e doamna mai nou dar masa nu stie asta ), si auzi direct....&lt;br /&gt;Dragul meu ( formula de adresare de fata cu necunoscutii a sclavului sub contract )....el este iubitul fetei noastre.&lt;br /&gt;Brusc Eurosport dispare pentru amandoi si 2 perechi de ochi tintesc spre acelasi obiect ( soacra )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soacra te prezinta oficial.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urmatoarele minute te gandesti ce sa spui sa slavezi situatia...nimic nu pare coerent, nimic nu pare suficient de bun ( tacerea e de aur )&lt;br /&gt;Si de aici incepe discutia despre tine: cu ce te ocupi, cati bani faci. Toate urmate de o replica acida din partea soacrei. Intervine iubita si te scoate din cacat. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aici toti care au fost la soacre stiu ce urmeaza. Sunt de parere ca o relatie cu soacra ( chiar si de " prietenie " ) e total necesara. Mai ales in momentul in care iubita iti spune ca esti la socrii de Craciun, Paste, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ador aceea prietenie fortata de imprejurari&amp;nbsp;mai ales in cazul in care o iei si de nevasta pe iubita ( sotie mai nou ). Totul capata un sens in acest moment mai ales soacra care are mereu de comentat la adresa ta. Nu stii asta inca? Esti prost :)) ( nu mai citii acest blog, pleaca ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In final&amp;nbsp; desi nu o cunosc foarte bine am o " soacra " cum voi doar visati :)). E o mama de nota 10 mi-a lasat o impresie foarta buna. Sper doar sa o cunosc mai bine. Pentru voi restul...numai bine :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.E. Colturile de paine nu ajuta...deci&amp;nbsp; :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-4956599397214399098?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/4956599397214399098/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghid-practic-soacra.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4956599397214399098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4956599397214399098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghid-practic-soacra.html' title='Ghid Practic &quot; Soacra &quot;'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-3125853334077545136</id><published>2010-04-05T03:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:37:52.219+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Ghid Practic " Despartirile " Part 2</title><content type='html'>-&amp;nbsp;Motivele - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Te-a inselat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Acum depinde cat esti de intelegator, cat iti permiti sa fi de prost de fapt. O femeie nu inseala decat din 2 motive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Din razbunare&lt;br /&gt;2. Din necesitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de aici rezulta urmatoarele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ai inselat-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;La noi motivele sunt multiple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai buna prietena a ei: E tipa la care visezi de mult, sau tresome, stii ca e fructul interzis si totusi o faci.&lt;br /&gt;In mod clar nu te poti abtine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipa din club:&amp;nbsp; Aia de care te freci de 3 ore, care iti baga limba in gat si dupa care esti in limba la propiu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Problema ta e ca esti prins de cineva care o cunoaste pe prietena ta ( fata in general), un prieten ( un bulangiu de fapt care nu isi tine gura ) si care ii relateaza ei ce faci tu in club.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sa nu crezi ca nu vei fi prins la un moment dat o vei pati !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti pus la incercare: Eu personal cred ca e cea mai penala metoda prin care poti fi " testat " de-a ta prietena.&lt;br /&gt;Una care nu are ce face, se da la tine. Prietena ta e complice tu cazi in plasa. Bye Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai satura de ea: Pur si simplu nu o mai suporti. Si-o inseli&amp;nbsp; Punct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Gelozia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Esti intr-un local : " Mandra " te atentioneaza ca te holbezi la chelnerita. Asta nu e un lucru rau avand in vedere ca are 21 de ani si arata beton ( BMW vs Logan-ul de langa tine ), desi tu stii ca tot cu ea vei merge acasa, tine sa iti reaminteasca asta la minut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telefoanele Nocturne : Mai e cate o nebuna din liceu care te suna noaptea sau ai in agenda mai multe fete decat tovarasi? Atunci ia-ti alta cartela. Se trezeste noaptea " iubita "?, automat esti trezit si tu, cu intrebari de genul: " Cine e aia? ", " De ce te suna pe tine la 3 dimineata? ", " Ce treaba ai tu cu ea? " si preferata mea " Ma inseli? ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosta iubita : Aici se schimba foia, ai o relatie mai apropiata cu fosta? Nimic mai rau pt " iubita " ta, problema e ca daca fosta te suna ca e in club moarta de beata si te roaga sa o iei ai fugit cu masina in 10 min esti acolo. Daca te suna " iubita " ca are o pana ii spui ca nu poti fugi de la serviciu, ca dormi sau si mai bine nu ii raspunzi la telefon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tovarasii : Mereu e unul mai nebun ( sau toti in cazul meu ) in gasca care o indispune pe" iubita ".&lt;br /&gt;E catalogat instant ca fiind un inadaptat social, pute ca un hoit, ca bea prea mult. Toate cu un singur detriment: " Iubi e un exemplu prost pt tine,&amp;nbsp;scapa de el urgent ! ". Ce nu stie ea e ca : il cunosti de la 5 ani, stie tot despre tine, ea poate maine nu mai e, tovarasul puturos e pe viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pozele cu fosti : CLAR trebuie arse orice fel de dovezi despre fostii ei iubiti. Cunosc cazuri grave cand au dat peste genul asta de dovezi cand faceau curatenie. Decat sa o dai in gelozie mai bine le dai foc. Pe principiul ce nu exista nu iti poate face rau !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numere de telefon : Iei la verificat numere si ai parte de surprize. Aici nu ai de facut decat sa verifici si mesageria, daca gasesti mesaje si stii ca e fostul o iei la intrebari. Daca se balbaie e nasol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosti care sunt inca in limba dupa ea : Astia sunt in lista de mess, in telefon peste tot. Deratizare totala, ii omori direct cu bataia. Previi mai bine decat sa tratezi :)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prietenele care baga fitile : Sunt mai rele decat fosti de astea nu prea scapi decat rar. Mare atentie, relatii de 3 ani sau dus dracu din cauza asta. O singura solutie am...discretie totala, daca dai cu ochii de ele nu le trata cu respect, arata-le ce fel de om nu esti. Suna ciudat dar nu e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;oncluzie :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Femeia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;e o necunoscuta si la 50 de ani de relatie. Niciodata sa nu crezi ca o cunosti, iti va da lovitura de gratie cand te astepti mai putin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Barbatul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;poate mima orice fel de relatie, in orice forma fara sa tina cont de continut, niciodata un barbat nu va fi indragostit mai mult de 3 ani de o femeie. Mereu va insela femeia de langa el. Femeile care cred ca au un barbat la mana se inseala din primul minut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dragostea nu are reguli, cel care incearca asta e un frustrat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Alin Cristescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-3125853334077545136?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/3125853334077545136/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghid-practic-despartirile-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/3125853334077545136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/3125853334077545136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/04/ghid-practic-despartirile-part-2.html' title='Ghid Practic &quot; Despartirile &quot; Part 2'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-5586172900556510042</id><published>2010-03-25T21:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:37:10.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>El si Ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Daca ti-as promite ca te voi iubi in fiecare zii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Imi poti da cuvantul tau ca o sa fie la fel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;In primul rand o sa iti dovedesc ca te iubesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El...&amp;nbsp;Daca ti-as spune ca nu te voi minti ai putea face la fel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Da&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El...&amp;nbsp; Incep sa vad altfel lucrurile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea... Si eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea... Te iubesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El... Si eu....Te iubesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-5586172900556510042?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/5586172900556510042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-si-ea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5586172900556510042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5586172900556510042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/el-si-ea.html' title='El si Ea'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-1733309639890639733</id><published>2010-03-19T01:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:07:33.357+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>21 Ouestions....</title><content type='html'>1.Te-am placut din prima clipa, crezi asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Am fost al tau de la primul " Buna " ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Am gresit de multe ori, mai iertat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Daca ar trebui sa plec undeva, cati ani m-ai astepta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cat de mult te bucura timpul petrecut cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Te cunosc 100% ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dimineata cand patul e gol imi simti lipsa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ma cunosti pe cat ar trebui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cat de geloasa esti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ce vise ai ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cat de des te gandesti la mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Cum ai defini termenul&amp;nbsp; "interesant"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!3. Ce asteptari ai de la mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!4. Da-mi 5 motive pt faptul ca ma iubesti, si eu iti voi da 10. Poti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ce ne caracterizeaza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Care sunt secretele tale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!7. De ce&amp;nbsp;ai fi in stare sa faci pentru mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &amp;nbsp;Ai incredere deplina in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ce iti place cel mai mult la mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Ce inseamna pentru tine o relatie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ce importanta are sexul pentru tine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-1733309639890639733?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/1733309639890639733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-ouestions.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1733309639890639733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1733309639890639733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-ouestions.html' title='21 Ouestions....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-6324077611358062201</id><published>2010-03-18T16:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:07:52.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Cititorii intreaba...Alin le raspunde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ti-ai inselat iubita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;R- Care din ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;R- Poate ca ea ma impins la asa ceva, lipsa unui anumit lucru, poate monotonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;De ce ti-ai facut blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;R- Contrar aparentelor nu e facut degeaba, nu mi-am facut blog ca sa am unu. Sunt ideeile mele, aici le exprim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Care sunt principiile tale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Nu am asa ceva, totul se schimba in functie de context....tocmai lipsa de principii ma definit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ce apreciezi la o femeie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Vezi Perfect Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Imi pari misogin si critic in toate posturile tale, dc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Asa sunt eu, critic nu laud...cat despre misogin, daca as fi unul cu adevarat nu am mai avea decat de discutat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cine este Ea?, e iubita ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- O sa aflati chiar de la ea, Da este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ce te caracterizeaza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- In primul rand rand grija fata de altii, in rest inca mai caut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;De unde vine inspiratia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Din o sticla de J&amp;amp;B, o fata frumoasa, si un pachet de Kent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astea sunt pe moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-6324077611358062201?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/6324077611358062201/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/cititorii-intreabaalin-le-raspunde.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6324077611358062201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6324077611358062201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/cititorii-intreabaalin-le-raspunde.html' title='Cititorii intreaba...Alin le raspunde'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-6676661968178583577</id><published>2010-03-18T02:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:10:35.507+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil / Guest Post'/><title type='text'>De la cineva pentru tine mama....</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu cat de mult sunt aici pentru tine,mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu nici cate clipe importante am pierdut,mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cate satisfactii ti-am adus pan-acum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi stiu ca ai fi vrut mereu sa fiu mai bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ma intorc in spate,acum circa cativa ani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca de-atunci tu strangi pan' la ultimu ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-a lipsit nimic,am avut tot ce-mi doream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si n-am muncit pentru nimic din tot ce aveam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai chinuit singura si-acum uite-ma mama's mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai ridicat un zid si de-aia sunt inca-n picioare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca-ntre problemele cotidiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt una-n plus amestecat undeva adanc in ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-a fost greu,rare zile-ai oftat usurata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru c-ai avut mereu grija sa nu cad in panta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentatiile sunt multe,o stiu si eu de mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si anii tai pierduti m-au facut sa fiu ce sunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca nu eram doi,mai usor ti-era poate si tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar si sor'mea trebuia crescuta ca si mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca n-am avut mereu cati bani ne trbuiau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveai doi copii frumosi,singurii ce te-ntareau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum suntem mari mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil in cativa ani,te voi intzelege si mai bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand o voce de copil va striga in hohot dupa mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite-te la noi,nu suntem chiar ce iti doreai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand esti trista,gandul la noi te salta-n rai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti suntem stalp,iti suntem sprijin amandoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca si tu ai fost odata acelasi sprijin pentru noi &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Text Alex....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-6676661968178583577?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/6676661968178583577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-la-cineva-pentru-tine-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6676661968178583577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6676661968178583577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-la-cineva-pentru-tine-mama.html' title='De la cineva pentru tine mama....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-9219759572837112210</id><published>2010-03-18T02:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:23:47.864+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Orgasm...</title><content type='html'>1. Astmatica: Aahh…ahhh…ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Geografica: Aici, aici, aici, aici!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Matematiciana: Mai mult, mai mult, mai mult, mai mult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Religioasa : Oh Doamne, oh Doamne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sinucigasa: Mor, mor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Criminala: Daca te opresti acum, te omor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Zootehnista: Vino taurul meu, vino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cheerleader: Da-i…da-i…da-i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Profesoara de engleza: Oh… yes, oh…good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tipul manager de proiect: Nu te opri! Continua, continua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Negativa: Nuuu, nuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pozitiva: Da…da…da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Profesoara: Da…asa…pe acolo…foarte bine…corect…perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Dezinformata : Ce e asta?… De ce?… Ce-mi faci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Analista de sistem: OK. Procesul s-a terminat cu succes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Clarvazatoarea: Simt ca vine… aproape ca a venit… il vad, il vad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-9219759572837112210?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/9219759572837112210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/orgasm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9219759572837112210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9219759572837112210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/orgasm.html' title='Orgasm...'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-3639365952831502747</id><published>2010-03-06T22:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:10:15.802+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil / Guest Post'/><title type='text'>Yo sunt Ciocolata White vrei sa fi Ciocolata mea Black...</title><content type='html'>Intr-o dupa-masa....de iarna pe bancile ASE-ului....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Ti-am povestit de faza cu negrul indragostit si floarea din rucsac?&lt;br /&gt;Deci nu am crezut&amp;nbsp;ca o sa vad asa ceva vreodata...&lt;br /&gt;Am la facultate un african ..destul de sweet el asa dar cam negru&lt;br /&gt;El cu o colega de fac in fata mea singuri pe primu rand....&amp;nbsp;eu cu o colega singure pe al doi-lea in spatele lor&amp;nbsp;credeam&amp;nbsp;ca o sa fie un curs super plictisitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa vreo 15-20 minute vorbeau ei acolo, asta il invata pe el romana, el scoate un trandafir galben .....&lt;br /&gt;De unde? &lt;br /&gt;Din ghiozdan....fenomenal&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Arata ambalaju'&amp;nbsp;ca naiba, i-l da in brate si nu ii zice nimic, dupa aia el ce face, se uita in spate, stanga dreapta&amp;nbsp;sa nu-l fi vazut careva.&amp;nbsp;Din ce in ce se apropia el de ea,&amp;nbsp;ea ce face ii ia telefonu'&amp;nbsp;si isi scoate agenda Si ce crezi&amp;nbsp;ca face...? Isi noteaza numerele lui de telefon&amp;nbsp;din agenda lui, apoi&amp;nbsp;se intoarce in spate ea si&amp;nbsp;ma intreaba&amp;nbsp;daca am o crema de maini.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dupa aia iar, daca am vreo oglinda&amp;nbsp;din nou nu, erau funny. Ea se juca cu un carliont de-al&amp;nbsp;lui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Ramona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-3639365952831502747?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/3639365952831502747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-sunt-ciocolata-white-vrei-sa-fi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/3639365952831502747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/3639365952831502747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-sunt-ciocolata-white-vrei-sa-fi.html' title='Yo sunt Ciocolata White vrei sa fi Ciocolata mea Black...'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-240130989197584283</id><published>2010-03-04T23:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:06:22.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Sado-Maso Blues....</title><content type='html'>Eu si ea, linistea ne atingea pe amandoi la 6 dim pe Magheru,&amp;nbsp;vinovatia din privirea ei de fapt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu o seara in urma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea...rochie neagra, mulata pe corp...nimic obscen, totusi emana sexualitate. Atmosfera ne prinde de mana si ne trage departe de restul lumi, acum sunt doar eu cu ea. Mana ei e prinsa de-a mea, armonia tuturor miscarilor imi spune ca vom ajunge departe.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata inca ma prinde in bratele ei, ochii ii tradeaza sentimentele si emotiile. Alege sa plecam,&amp;nbsp;la o plimbare. Crede ca nu imi dau seama dar zambetul ii tradeaza actiunile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-240130989197584283?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/240130989197584283/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sado-maso-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/240130989197584283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/240130989197584283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sado-maso-blues.html' title='Sado-Maso Blues....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-9093828393567696742</id><published>2010-03-03T23:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:11:25.165+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil / Guest Post'/><title type='text'>Me vs Her</title><content type='html'>* Pentru Ea apasati tasta 1. For english press 2 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Despre barbati &lt;br /&gt;Ramona gen... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Baietii sunt niste fiinte ciudate! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Perfectionistii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pe scurt ei doresc perfectiunea in toate planurile: sentimental, material, social in relatiile cu prietenii... acum depinde daca vorbim de baieti educati care vor sa fie rasplatiti cu aceasi moneda..sau de baieti care sunt niste golanasi dar de fapt vor&amp;nbsp;ca viata lor sa fie&amp;nbsp;ca ying si yang, o completare pt ei din partea celorlalti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Materialistii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pt materialist interesul este scopul. Tot ce trebuie sa atinga e sa aiba ce are lumea de sus, adica &amp;nbsp;femei , bani si petreceri, asta daca se poate cat mai usor fie prin prietenii pe care ii "controleaza" , fie prin iubita care intamplator e genul de fata nu foarte frumoasa insa prietenele ei sunt frumoase...si ea are si bani , deci conditii &amp;nbsp;pt baiatu'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Mix Bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hmm .... ei sunt genu' care stiu sa se faca remarcati insa prin calitati, in comportamentul lor exista bariere si limite. Este o persoana misterioasa, insa kre in acelasi timp poti sa o descoperi daca incerci, intotdeauana te poate surprinde, nu face parte nici din baietii de cartier dar nici nu poti zice&amp;nbsp;ca sunt linistiti . Au simtul umorului, inovativi, creativi si cu multa imaginatie. Stiu exact ce vor de la viata si cum sa echilibreze lucrurile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Obsedatii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Astia ... sunt niste persoane care pot sa te streseze, de obicei au o pasiune, un hobby pt un anumit lucru ( cel mai grav daca pasiunea este pentru calculatoare si chiar si masini din proprie experinta), nu poti sa le controlezi viata totul depinde de cheful sau de starea lor . nu sunt intotdeauana cei mai buni prieteni incearca sa pastreze o legatura mai limitata , sunt mai reci si nu isi arata prea des ceea ce simt. Pot fi buni prieteni daca gasesti cheia la ceea ce reprezinta pentru ei esentialul in viata.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nu am dat replica la ce a scris Ramona, pentru ca nu vreau sa influentez rezultatul.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Important e ca si-a facut treaba!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-9093828393567696742?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/9093828393567696742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-vs-her_03.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9093828393567696742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9093828393567696742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-vs-her_03.html' title='Me vs Her'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-7871726961115280774</id><published>2010-03-02T22:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:39:45.087+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Me vs Her</title><content type='html'>*&amp;nbsp;Pentru&amp;nbsp;Ea apasati tasta 1. For english press 2 *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Despre femei&lt;br /&gt;Ramona&amp;nbsp;gen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Obsedatele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce le defineste... faptul ca vor sa iasa in evidenta, sa se faca remarcate, sa ai totul la picioruse cat mai usor prin mijloace pot sa zic si neortodoxe. Nu le poti schimba mentalitatea , totul este perfect in gandirea lor oricum ar fi realitatea sunt cele mai normale , cu decizii foarte anormale. Unele pot fi "obsedate" pt&amp;nbsp;ca asa sunt ele nascute cu talentul asta, altele pot fi pt&amp;nbsp;ca au vazut in lume obsedate care o duc bine deci aleg calea asta sunt niste firi mai naive. Altele influentate de prietene ,anturaj obsesie pt bani , pt un anumit tip de baieti , pt haine, pt idoli, pt a fi intr-un anumit fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gen...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Obsedatele prin natura lor au in fata un sigur lucru ( obsesia in sine ) chiar daca e ramificat, ramane un motiv singular. Indiferent de statutul anterior obsesia ramane neschimbata. Genul asta de persoane se regaseste in orice domeniu, de la violatori, pedofili si pitipoance pana la un om de rand, cand ajung la finish aleg alta obsesie care de fapt e alta fata a aceluiasi lucru.&lt;br /&gt;Mie personal imi plac genul asta de persoane, sunt previzibile, si in acelasi timp periculoase tocmai de aeea sunt asa placute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Libertina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia libertina este cel mai greu " de citit" ...nu sti niciodata la ce sa te astepti mai ales daca este implicata intr-o relatie. Este femeia surpriza isi alege singura stilul, prietenii, ceea ce vrea sa faca, cand si cum vrea sa faca ceva anume. nu suporta regulile, restrictiile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun tipar, o poti numi femeia de " birou ", foarte sigura pe ea, cu o pozitie sociala inalta cu o situatie materiala buna. Singura hiba este ca greu te poti apropia de ea, se lasa greu cucerita dar banuiesc ca merita efortul atat timp cat e sustinut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Radicala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia&amp;nbsp;radicala este ceea ce va doriti voi. Sa nu va controleze , sa fie frumoasa desteapta si cuminte , sa fie sociabila cu simtul umorului , o femeie cu gesturi limitate in public ,care stie sa isi puna in evidenta calitatile si sa ascunda cat mai mult defectele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam greu de gasit un asemenea exemplar, dar nu imposibil. Oricum iti trebuie minte multa si fler pentru o asemenea fata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-7871726961115280774?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/7871726961115280774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-vs-her.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/7871726961115280774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/7871726961115280774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-vs-her.html' title='Me vs Her'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-5621616632390744588</id><published>2010-02-22T21:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:51:05.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Eram in banca`...Citeam...Si ghici cine se aseaza in fata mea? ...[profa de mate]&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc eu Cum sa ma bag in seama fara sa tipe la mine ...Si-mi vine-n cap prenumele ei...Elena..0 caut pe FaceBook..Ii recunosc poza...Ii umblu pe profil pe acolo...Si ce vad ca ii place ..Ghici ce?...Matematica ...Ce fac....Soptesc .."Bai ce-ar merge o ecuatie acuma"...[La fix kt sa ma`auda]....&lt;br /&gt;Bai si scoate creta frate...Ma scoate la tabla....Imi da si un 3...Ne imprietenim si pe FaceBook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-5621616632390744588?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/5621616632390744588/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5621616632390744588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5621616632390744588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-840384089745024896</id><published>2010-02-22T20:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:51:01.980+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Ghid Practic " Despartirile " Part 1</title><content type='html'>A trecut ceva timp, apar tensiuni, apar motive toate astea inseamna un singur lucru...Despartirea&lt;br /&gt;Oricare ar fi motivele ( inselat/a, rutina, schimbarea ) un lucru e clar nu va mai intelegeti. &lt;br /&gt;Exista variante multiple de-a trece peste acest moment. Eu am reteta mea si e cam asa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca esti confuz, nu stii de ce sa intamplat, cum sa intamplat important e sa stai calm si sa nu ai parte de actiuni pe care sa le regreti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sigur nu ai dormit, sigur te-ai gandit unde ai gresit, de ce a gresit....si poate ca are dreptate, poate ca ai dreptate. In mod clar nu mai are rost!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;O sticla de Jack langa tine, 2 pachete de Kent lung, o canapea, un Mp3 ( un playlist preferat )...si poze cu voi. Si trece o ora, esti deja la jumatetea ei, inca te uiti la poze si inca te gandesti la ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Esti vai de mama ta...Gata!!! Ai bocit destul maestre, e timpul sa trecem mai departe. Acum ca esti baut si puti e timpul pt un dus si haine noi. E timpul sa o suni si sa ii ceri explicatii dar....nu fii taran si nu urla in telefon. Va intalniti si vorbiti, intelege ca sa terminat deci nu insista cu " hai sa ne impacam " sau alte cacaturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din discutii trebuie sa intelegi de ce sa terminat nu de ce te-a inselat, sau te-a lasat pt ca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E clar ca incepi alt capitol, cauta cea mai sexy, nebuna fata care o ai in lista si fute-o ( ai inteles bine ) ca si cum ar fi ultima data, asta te va ajuta sa scapi de nervi ( crede-ma merge&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ai prieteni cu care nu te-ai mai vazut? Acum e momentul sa-i vezi, ai o chestie pe care nu o puteai face cu&amp;nbsp;EA? acum e momentul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai trecut peste acest moment....nici o grija reia pasii  5, 6 si va fi ok. Dar intelege ca daca o tii asa se va duce dracu tot!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum&amp;nbsp;sa trecem mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;O despartire nu e ok pentru&amp;nbsp;nimeni, sunt sentimente la mijloc care nu te lasa sa continui. Pentru oricine e nasol, atat pentru ea cat si pentru tine, deci decat sa va chinuiti amandoi mai bine&amp;nbsp;va spune-ti pa.&lt;br /&gt;din marturiile unei fete reise ca fetele&amp;nbsp;trec mai usor peste aceste momente dar nu va lasa-ti pacaliti de aparente...se gandesc inca 6 luni&amp;nbsp;la respectivul, si nu prea au regrete. La noi baietii e mai usor...7 zile baieti...7 zile: ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota&lt;br /&gt;Multumiri Ramonei pentru&amp;nbsp; ajutor&lt;br /&gt;Asta e pentru ... se stie el....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-840384089745024896?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/840384089745024896/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ghid-practic-despartirile-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/840384089745024896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/840384089745024896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ghid-practic-despartirile-part-1.html' title='Ghid Practic &quot; Despartirile &quot; Part 1'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-5566087212553437910</id><published>2010-02-17T11:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:55:18.874+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Cruciada Culturii....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zck0d8cqD4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-zck0d8cqD4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O campanie sustinuta de Tudor Chirila....dai bice maestre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-5566087212553437910?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/5566087212553437910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/cruciada-culturii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5566087212553437910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5566087212553437910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/cruciada-culturii.html' title='Cruciada Culturii....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-1810969710270020198</id><published>2010-02-11T19:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:59:28.126+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Ghid Practic " Muzica "</title><content type='html'>Azi vom vorbi despre muzica necesara unei seri perfecte, fie ea acasa sau in un restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate la un restaurant in functie de specific va fi tematica sau Caffe Concert, si posibilitatea de-a face un playlist personalizat e de multe ori imposibil. In acest decor cel mai bun e un separeu un i-pod si castiile pe urechi ( cate una de pers ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;La ea acasa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aici posibiliatea de-a face tu playlist-ul e cam descurajanta, totusi poti afla ce muzica ii place ( ai uitat sigur! ) si poti ramane surprins de alegere, fi sigur ca prinzi ritmul si ca nu pari un robotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzica poate fi slow, sau mai ritmata dar alegerea ramane la Ea si nu la tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" La tine acasa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tu detii controlul, fa-o sa danseze chiar daca nu stie ( nici tu nu&amp;nbsp;stii ) si vei rade in compania ei in timp ce picioarele ei sunt calcate ritmat de tine. Nu pune muzica ritmata ci slow, doar o vrei aproape nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;In separeu "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Miscarile sunt mai incomode si muzica nu e tomai pe gustul tau, daca nu poti dansa pe muzica respectiva nu o face. Nici ea nu se va simtii in stare sa danseze pe ce poate nu stie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;REGULI DE BAZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Muzica intotdeauna e slow, e ca sexul, nu da repede ca un erou ca in 5 min sa fugi la baie. Alege playlistul cu atentie, muzica variata dar cu ritm asemanator ( long play ).&lt;br /&gt;2. Creeaza o atmosfera ( preludiu ), va fi mult mai usor decat crezi&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;Miscarile nu trebuie sa fie ample, ( nu esti la maraton ) ci line fara sa bruschezi, fara sa sochezi.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fi sigur pe tine desi nu stii ce faci va parea ca stii ce faci si lasa emotiile ( nu esti pizda ).&lt;br /&gt;5. Dansul = Preludiu, Preludiu = Sex.&lt;br /&gt;6. Asigura-te ca ai loc&amp;nbsp;din plin, nu sa darami vreun obiect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Best PlayList&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folosit cu precadere de mine, niciodata nu a dat gres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alton Ellis - I'm Still in Love.&lt;br /&gt;Alex Velea - Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Voltaj feat Sore - Vara Trecuta&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keiss - If I Ain't Got You&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti - Dont Let Them&lt;br /&gt;Ava Leigh - Mad About The Boy&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - Be With You&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Child - T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Duffy - Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake - Till The End Of Time ( Live )&lt;br /&gt;Keysha Cole - Fallin Out&lt;br /&gt;Lumidee feat Shaggy - Feel Like Making Love&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn Hill feat Bob Marley - Turn Your Lights Down Low&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey - Allways Be My Baby&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfiled feat Sean Kingston - Love Like This&lt;br /&gt;Pixie Lott - Cry Me Out&lt;br /&gt;lista poate continua la nesfarsit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important e sa fi tu!!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-1810969710270020198?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/1810969710270020198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ghid-practic-muzica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1810969710270020198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1810969710270020198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/ghid-practic-muzica.html' title='Ghid Practic &quot; Muzica &quot;'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-1102716310686312514</id><published>2010-02-10T18:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:13:26.396+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Sa fim seriosi....</title><content type='html'>Uite o reteta mai interesanta...dai play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-8PBx7isoM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-8PBx7isoM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesant nu? , mai ales abordarea e geniala de-a dreptul. Familia are un dublu rol in aceasta " ecuatie ", se pune accentul in primul rand ca ei te protejeaza, si doi ca pentru ei vii acasa ( viu ) deci purtarea centurii este imperativa. Sa speram ca va prinde si ca poate se face ceva. Nota 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nota:&amp;nbsp;via Fulgerica.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-1102716310686312514?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/1102716310686312514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/sa-fim-seriosi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1102716310686312514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1102716310686312514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/sa-fim-seriosi.html' title='Sa fim seriosi....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-101692911430518649</id><published>2010-02-10T12:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:46:56.596+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Eminescu in alt sens...</title><content type='html'>A fost la o adica &lt;br /&gt;Din rude mari imparatesti &lt;br /&gt;O prea misto gagica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si era una la babaci &lt;br /&gt;Si mandra haimanaua &lt;br /&gt;Avea un cur si niste craci &lt;br /&gt;De te-apuca damblaua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fute azi,se fute maine &lt;br /&gt;Se fute-o saptamana &lt;br /&gt;Stateau la coada vagabonti &lt;br /&gt;La rand ca la smantana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satula ea intr-un tarziu &lt;br /&gt;De pula golanesca &lt;br /&gt;Ii dete toti pe usa afara &lt;br /&gt;Si merse la fereastra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucefarul statea pe cer &lt;br /&gt;Intr-un manunchi de stele &lt;br /&gt;Ea la el ochii belea &lt;br /&gt;Si se zgaia la ele &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-atata dor nealinat &lt;br /&gt;S-a puricat la piele &lt;br /&gt;Si-ntr-un tarziu n-a mai rabdat &lt;br /&gt;Si-a inceput sa zbiere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coboara-n jos luceafar bland &lt;br /&gt;Coboara de ma fura &lt;br /&gt;Sa stau la pieptul tau plapand &lt;br /&gt;Sa stau infipta-n pula &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cobori sarac baiat &lt;br /&gt;Si cobori saracul &lt;br /&gt;Dadu cu curul de pamant &lt;br /&gt;De gauri asfaltul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubita mea cu ochi de lut &lt;br /&gt;Si alba ca tingirea &lt;br /&gt;Eu pentru! t! ine am cazut &lt;br /&gt;Si-mi blestem fericirea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar daca tu nu vrei sa vii &lt;br /&gt;Cu mine printre astri &lt;br /&gt;Ma pis pe ochii tai zglobii &lt;br /&gt;Si-n ochii tai albastri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luceafar bland,vedea-te-as mort &lt;br /&gt;si putrezit in soare &lt;br /&gt;Nu pot ca esti nemuritor &lt;br /&gt;Iar eu sunt muritoare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luceafaru-ncepu sa planga &lt;br /&gt;De-si infundase nasul &lt;br /&gt;Si ce tupeu de ordinar &lt;br /&gt;Se duse-ntai la tat`su &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-mi dai al nemuririi dar &lt;br /&gt;Si de ma lasi de-acasa &lt;br /&gt;Iti dau o sticla de Cotnar &lt;br /&gt;Si-o oca de spirtoasa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nu ma lasi am sa ma jur &lt;br /&gt;Sa cazi rapus de boala &lt;br /&gt;Si n-ai sa bei futute-n cur &lt;br /&gt;Nici apa minerala &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taica-su il privi atent &lt;br /&gt;Si-i spuse de indata &lt;br /&gt;Caci vezi,in el s-au desteptat &lt;br /&gt;Instinctele de tata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Copile,vad ca esti bolnav &lt;br /&gt;Si ai mancarimi la coaie &lt;br /&gt;Dar fata e cu un arab &lt;br /&gt;O fute de o-ndoaie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porni luceafaru-napoi &lt;br /&gt;Pe drumu-i singuratec &lt;br /&gt;Si o gasi pe fata-n pat &lt;br /&gt;Cu un mosneag astmatic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea il vazu pe-un ochi de geam &lt;br /&gt;Si-i spuse cu suspine: &lt;br /&gt;-Gingasule hipopotam, &lt;br /&gt;Coboara pan`la mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El o privi semet si dur &lt;br /&gt;Ca un fachir pe ace: &lt;br /&gt;-Pleaca de-aici futute-n cur &lt;br /&gt;Si lasa-ma in pace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeai c-ai sa ma amagesti &lt;br /&gt;Chemandu-ma pe seara? &lt;br /&gt;Belime-ai pula sa-mi belesti &lt;br /&gt;De curva ordinara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Degeaba ma mai chemi acum &lt;br /&gt;sa vin sa rupem patul &lt;br /&gt;Caci eu pe curul tau as vrea &lt;br /&gt;Sa joc pocker in patru &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar sanii tai da altadata &lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi provocau emotii &lt;br /&gt;Atarna acum asa de jos &lt;br /&gt;de-au inundat chilotii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traind in cercul vostru stramt &lt;br /&gt;Faceti copii o draoaie &lt;br /&gt;Dar eu va iert caci sunt un sfant &lt;br /&gt;Si-n fond...ma doare-n coaie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-101692911430518649?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/101692911430518649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/eminescu-in-alt-sens.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/101692911430518649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/101692911430518649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/02/eminescu-in-alt-sens.html' title='Eminescu in alt sens...'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-997416145688263463</id><published>2010-01-24T21:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:31:59.365+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Shape of my heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/S1ye2rovrHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EzngVhJfeOE/s1600-h/DSC05793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/S1ye2rovrHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EzngVhJfeOE/s640/DSC05793.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Since i meet you, i was sure theat you are the one. Each day i loved you, today more tomorow even more, but all my actions meant nothing to you, so...tomorow i let you take my role and let you manage our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You will see how hard it was for me to play this game, now is your turn to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You are the one, the only one...let's keep it&amp;nbsp;this way,&amp;nbsp;you are the shape of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tatoo your name across my heart, so it&amp;nbsp;will remain not even death can make us part....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-997416145688263463?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/997416145688263463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/shape-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/997416145688263463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/997416145688263463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/shape-of-my-heart.html' title='Shape of my heart....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/S1ye2rovrHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EzngVhJfeOE/s72-c/DSC05793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-620994572987615411</id><published>2010-01-21T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:49:59.218+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Perfect Woman....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/S1g1o70PixI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gzPYwaXmQoY/s1600-h/affab3fd9ceda00d1acfc521cc208aae217529ed_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/S1g1o70PixI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gzPYwaXmQoY/s400/affab3fd9ceda00d1acfc521cc208aae217529ed_m.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fiecare are gusturile sale dar putem gasi si puncte comune, intre doua personalitati. Si aici fac referire la femeia perfecta, e greu de gasit dar cand o gasesti e clar ca ai ajuns la un numitor comun in ceea ce priveste personalitatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am o viziune clara asupra preferintelor mele, si anume :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Inteligenta * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Daca e proasta bata ce rost are sa discutam?. Nu avem discutii elevate, nu poate sustine un argument in mod clar, vocabularul ei se termina in 5 minute, discutiile sunt sterile si nici nu da dovada de oarecare inteligenta. Atunci de ce mai stam fata in fata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;* Comportamentul * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- In mod clar comportamentul e un lucru la care tin foarte mult. Nu suport o femeie isterica, care urla ca disperata ca ai facut nu stiu ce, agitata de serviciu care nu poate sta pe un scaun mai mult de 10 minute ca se plictiseste, sau care e geloasa pe orice fata care imi face cu ochiul :)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;* Cei 7 ani de acasa * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Pana acum am avut destule exemple incat sa pot spune cu mana pe inima...7 ani aia lipsesc cu desavarsire. Nu e nimic mai urat sa nu stii cum sa mananci si sa iesi cu unu doar la dristor la kebab, sau la KFC la aripioare picante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;* Romantismul * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Am observat ca multe femei nu mai stiu ce romantismul... Inainte rolul asta era al femeii, acum nu mai e asa ( am exemple clare ), orice efort pe care il faci pentru un moment romantic este sub apreciat ba chiar catalogat ca un semn de slabiciune. Sa dus dracu romantismul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;* Prezenta scenica * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- Poate fi de doua feluri : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Tarfa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: lime;"&gt;Fata cuminte. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tarfa se imbraca si se comporta ca una doar ca din nefericire o tii de brat :)) , fata cuminte...e prea cuminte, sta numai pe scaun, nu bea nimic, nu face nimic sa se distreze din pacate o tii de brat. Eu prefer fata cuminte in societate, si o tarfa acasa : )).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astea sunt doar partile principale de care tin cont, am avut parte de tot ce se poate, bune si rele. Cea mai buna dupa parerea mea e o femeia cuminte in societate si o tarfa in dormitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-620994572987615411?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/620994572987615411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-woman.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/620994572987615411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/620994572987615411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-woman.html' title='Perfect Woman....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/S1g1o70PixI/AAAAAAAAAD0/gzPYwaXmQoY/s72-c/affab3fd9ceda00d1acfc521cc208aae217529ed_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-6168075193873736645</id><published>2010-01-20T19:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:13:24.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Protectia sub alta forma...</title><content type='html'>Look and learn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WPNhlzGoM0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WPNhlzGoM0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum se vede, o campanie reusita din partea francezilor. Ce ma impresionat in mod placut este modul de a transpune ceva banal, in ceva de efect.Se poate deci, sa faci ceva bine...din pacate nu la noi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-6168075193873736645?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/6168075193873736645/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/protectia-sub-alta-forma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6168075193873736645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6168075193873736645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/protectia-sub-alta-forma.html' title='Protectia sub alta forma...'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-671929203957647463</id><published>2010-01-17T21:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:45:41.826+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concept Cracker'/><title type='text'>Concept Cracker - Concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIpB_RU03Ds/S1NoWTshIEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hae2Czr8ZXQ/s1600-h/Concept-Cracker-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIpB_RU03Ds/S1NoWTshIEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hae2Czr8ZXQ/s640/Concept-Cracker-logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salutare tuturor, ma numesc Cosmin Andrei Palade si cu bunavointa maestrului Alin am sa desfasor o categorie de articole aici pe WTF Alin. Va fi vorba in mare parte de intelegere. O sectiune pur filosofica (nu in sensul ca as fi eu filosof acreditat) ci in sensul ca va aborda esenta termenului de filosofie. (Pentru cine nu stie filosofia provine din filos si sofia, adica iubirea de cunoastere) Astfel preocuparea de baza sunt conceptele pe baza carora diversi indivizi dezvolta teori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar fi sa facem un mic istoric, in grecia antica de filosofie se ocupau numai nobilii, asta in masura in care plebea asigura toate necesitatile traiului, bogati aveau timp sa cerceteze partea metafizica a existentei. Cum traim intr-o lume moderna in care categoriile sociale au alte criterii de diferentiere, ramane ca individul doar sa vrea, sa detin impulsul acela de filosofare. &lt;a href="http://conceptcracker.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre.html"&gt;[detalii gasiti aici]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fara alte plusuri sau minusuri sa trecem la treaba primul concept pe care il vom trata va fi chiar notiunea de concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conceptul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I. Auto-definirea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiind primul articol propriu-zis m-am gandit ca ar fi normal sa tratam chiar desemnarea de "concept" Una dintre cele mai interesante caracteristici ale cuvintelor e cea de auto-definire. Autodefinirea unui cuvant constiruie propretatea acestuia de a clarifica exigente in ceea ce priveste celelalte cuvinte. Inainte de toate conceptele sunt cuvinte. Iar definirea, ordonarea,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;elaborarea unor paradigme se realizeaza pe baza de cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;II. Terminologie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;in acest post vom incerca sa clarificam conceptul de "concept" Ce este de fapt un concept? &lt;i&gt;Dicționar de neologisme -&lt;/i&gt; 1986 ne spune: Notiune, idee generală. Daca cercetam&lt;i&gt; Dicționarul explicativ al limbii române -&lt;/i&gt; 1998 gasim urmatoarea definitie: Idee generală care reflectă just realitatea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marele dicționar de neologisme &lt;/i&gt;2000 considera ca desemnarea de concept este: o idee, notiune care constituie treapta cea mai înaltă de abstractizare în reflectarea realitătii.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Noul dicționar explicativ al limbii române -&lt;/i&gt; 2002 conceptul este o idee generală despre o clasă de obiecte sau de fenomene din realitatea înconjurătoare, o notiune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;III. Unitatea de baza a intelegerii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrucat pasting-ul nu presupune deprinderi foarte avansate, acum vom trece pe intelegere. Sa recapitulam:&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;b&gt; 1986 &lt;/b&gt;era vorba de o notiune generala, in &lt;b&gt;1998&lt;/b&gt; se considera idee generala care reflecata just realitatea, in &lt;b&gt;2000&lt;/b&gt; devine notiunea care intruchipeaza abstractizarea ultima si este adougata is asocierea cu ideea iar &lt;b&gt;2002&lt;/b&gt; se revine la notiunea generala insa se particularizeaza cu anumite clase de elemente.&lt;br /&gt;Definitia din 1986 desi reprezinta cea mai "saracacioasa" interpretare, surprinde nivelul de baza al ideii de concept. "Universal cunoscut" Astfel potrivit Dictionarului de neologisme, orice cuvant care isi insuseste calitatea de concept, ar trebui sa se statueze la nivelul cunoasterii comune. Asta este valabil pentru marea majoritate a conceptelor: omul, Dumnezeu, frica, iubirea, puterea etc. Totusi definitia cade daca vorbim de concepte specializate, in virtutea abordarii celui de-al doilea sens (concept= macheta schita, de asemenea legitimat de cateva dictionare precizate mai sus dar mi-e lene sa scriu) in conditiile in care in stiinta exista concepte specializate (derivate din ideea de concept = macheta, conceptul ca mediu de expunere a unei stiinte) atunci aceste concepte specializate nu sunt accesibile la nivelul limbajului comun, in consecinta definitia din 1986 este nevalida. Definitia din 1998 mentine ideea de general insa adauga si reflectarea justa. Definitia asta cade din start in conditiile in care pot exista si concepte eronate, haotice, neadevarate, desi valide. Prin urmare nu toate conceptele sunt juste, iar reflectarea justa a realitatii nu e conditie universal valabila, chiar necesara in cadrul termenului de concept. Definitia din 2000 este una dintre cele pe care le consider partial valide, zic partial pentru ca intradevar conceptul este maximul abstractizarii in perceptia mintii umane, insa a permite sinonimia dintre concept si idee? Consider o corelatie injusta intrucat &lt;b&gt;ideea&lt;/b&gt; e esenta pura a creativitatii intrinseci eminamente umane iar conceptul este atat esenta cat si forma, conceptul este ideea in sine cat si mijloacele de interactiune, respectiv aplicabilitate fata de ideea in cauza. (vom problematiza asupra ideii in alt post) Definitia din 2002 mi se pare cea mai "reusita" deoarece nu numai ca preia conceptul primar din 1986 dar il si corecteaza invocand particularizarea anumitor clase. Astfel este inlaturat principiul universalitatii si ni se prezinta o generalitate particulara in masura in care se vizeaza anumite categorii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IV. Acceptiuni in cadrul teoriei personale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIpB_RU03Ds/S1IjubD808I/AAAAAAAAAWY/PzKkp_EBboc/s1600-h/Concept1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fIpB_RU03Ds/S1IjubD808I/AAAAAAAAAWY/PzKkp_EBboc/s320/Concept1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Conceptul este unitatea intelectuala avansata de problematizare. Unitatea intelectuala de baza fiind ideea. Astfel dupa cum am precizat si mai sus ideea este inclusa in concept, conceptul imbraca ideea, astfel incat pot exista mai multe idei in cadrul unui concept. &lt;b&gt;Exemplu: &lt;/b&gt;In cadrul conceptului de Dumnezeu gasim ideeile de teorie ontologica, natura axilogica, liber arbitru etc. Conditiile de ambiguitate apar cand unele idei devin concepte. Dupa cum am exemplificat, in cazul A in cadrul conceptului C10 exista ideea I10, iar in cazul B, idea I10 in sine a devenit concept fiind sustinuta de Ideea I9. Urmand exemplul de mai sus, in cadrul conceptului de Dumnezeu exista ideea de liber arbitru, Insa liberul arbitru in calitate de concept in sine e subordonat ideii de libertate, iar libertatea in calitate de concept e subordonata ideii de om, daca ar fi sa continuam omul poate fi subordonat in calitate de concept fie ideii de neant fie ideii de Dumnezeu, daca am alege varianta a doua am intra intrun ciclu conceptual complet. Dupa cum am mai spus conceptele sunt subordonate cel putin unei idei si cel mult unei infinitati de idei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ideea e un produs al intelectului uman atunci, pe cale de consecinta, conceptul este un produs secundar al intelectului uman. Spun "itelect" si nu "creier" in masura in care nu numai intelectul uman e capabil de a formula idei. De asemenea intelectul divin poate formula idei, chiar omul este o idee a intelectului divin, (pusa in practica, aici nu ma refer la punctul de vedere a lui Platon asupra Ideilor) iar divinitatea, consider asemenea lui Spinoza, ca isi este idee in sine pentru sine (vom detaila la conceptul de Dumnezeu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V. De la ontologic la pedagogic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrucat am clarificat exigentele existentei unui concept sa privim putin si la utilitatea acestuia. Conceptul este formulat ca o clarificare (prin detailere) a ideii. Drept urmare conceptele pot fi extrem de utile in instruire. Conceptul este ca un traducator iar ideea o celebritate venita din strainatate. Conceptul descifreaza codul ideii si il recodifica in functie de normele de perceptie a interlocurotilor. Astfel eu nu voi face nimic altceva decat sa transform idei neintelese sau partial neintelese in idei inteligibile. Datorita naturii sale conceptul a devenit baza de intelegere metafizica a firii umane, atomul intelegerii umane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cele de mai sus sper ca s-a conturat cat de cat mediul in care voi aborda conceptele, de asenemenea sper ca v-a delectat expunerea asupra conceptului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru requesturi asupra ce concepte sa tratez &lt;a href="http://conceptcracker.blogspot.com/2010/01/request.html"&gt;[click aici]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-671929203957647463?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/671929203957647463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/concept-cracker-concept.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/671929203957647463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/671929203957647463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/concept-cracker-concept.html' title='Concept Cracker - Concept'/><author><name>Cosmin Andrei Palade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804378903866315631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fIpB_RU03Ds/S-5s0MNOpBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/qjYNpgWO4vQ/S220/1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fIpB_RU03Ds/S1NoWTshIEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Hae2Czr8ZXQ/s72-c/Concept-Cracker-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-4719345311802740640</id><published>2010-01-07T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:38:02.296+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Dupa 10 ani....</title><content type='html'>Cum sa va explic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram in fata blocului aveam intalnire cu baietii, urma sa rupem coaja ranilor de pe genunchi la fotbal. Asa era mereu cand jucam pe asfalt , si ii astept si se fac 10 mnute si nu apare nici unul, babele de pe banca vorbeau eu asteptam si nimic...scara 3 de acolo a iesit de acolo a iesit o fata, ( o sa razi cand o sa citesti asta )&amp;nbsp;avea o rochie roz cu volanase&amp;nbsp;imi aduc aminte fiecare detaliu, fiecare cusatura. Si trece,&amp;nbsp;trece pe langa mine de parca eram fantoma, am ramas mut surd si orb.&amp;nbsp;In final au aparut si idiotii ca de obicei fara minge, iar trebuia sa luam un alt baiat pe care nimeni nu il suferea dar avea aceea nenorocita de minge. Trece o saptamana ( imi aduc aminte si acum :)) ) si te vad din nou, de data asta sa uitat la mine cu acei ochi&amp;nbsp;verzi si&amp;nbsp;imi spui buna, nu am putut scoate nici un cuvant ( acum razi, ti-ai adus aminte ). Imi aduc aminte la 10 ani cum aveai mai multe masinute decat papusi si mereu te certai cu fratele tau , cum iti lua o ora&amp;nbsp;sa iesi afara, si tot ciufulita erai,&lt;br /&gt;cum luam inghetata de la colt si mereu iti umpleai parul ala cret de inghetata :). Mai tii minte cum ma asteptai sa ies de la ore si mereu intarziam si urlai de nebuna?, cum mereu ma chinuiam la mate si tot tu imi faceai tema...cum luai numai 2 la spaniola senorita...i como io iti faceam tema, i el profesora ma avertiza ca daca iti mai fac temele imi da 2 :))...cum ascundeam lucrarile cu guma sub banca si aflam ca seara nu vei mai iesi, erai pedepsita :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astea erau zilele cu tine..pana ai plecat cu ai tai, si te vedeam pe geam cum lucrurile tale intrau in duba aia verde si ruginita, cum plangeai ca proasta pe banca si bunica ta zicea ca o sa vii in vizita. Si a trecut o saptamana si stateam ca boul in fata scari si te asteptam sa vii si nu veneai, am asteptat un an apoi doi...si au trecut 10. 10 ani in care am facut multe tampenii, am schimbat gagicile ca pe ciorapi, am busit o masina si nu am patit nimic, am inceput sa fumez si nu ma-m mai oprit, am cunoscut oamenii cu care am crescut, zeci de party-uri terminate cu batai, si totusi lipseste ceva...lipseai tu aceeasi creata cu ochi verzi cu care ieseam in fiecare zi.Pana acum o saptamana la 11 noaptea ( nu stii ca oamenii dorm la ora aia? ), si PRIVATE NO. imi apare si ma intreb cine dracu e...si raspund si imi zici buna, sunt&amp;nbsp;EU...am ramas mut in 5 secunde in&amp;nbsp;capul meu se dadeau lupte mai rele ca la revolutie...de fapt asta era REVOLUTIE ( dar buna ). Am reusit sa iti zic buna ai ras, dar nu mai aveai acelas ras, avea alt ton. Si am vorbit..3 ore in care am ras cum nu am mai&amp;nbsp; ras de multa vreme, deja ma dureau urechile mainile imi amortisera, somnul nu mai era si imi spui ca e tarziu si ca esti obosita ( scarba tu pe mai trezit acum tie iti era somn ), si ca ne vedem la o cafea. Am inchis si mi-am facut o cafea...somn nu mai aveam, era ora 4 30 si ma gandeam la tine proasto :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prezent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc, am avut o mica cearta matinala cu EA si nu ne-am intalnit asa ca am ramas liber toata ziua, il sun pe un vechi prieten cu care nu mai vorbisem de doi ani, a ramas acelasi om nebun cu picioarele pamant ( suna aiurea stiu ) cu care am baut o cafea si ma-m plimbat in asteptarea ta. Era deja 5 si nu ma schimbasem imi iau la revedere cu promisiunea ca ma revansez fata de vechiul prieten si zbor spre treptele de la iesire. Afara mare ploaie si tot nu imi pasa, ajung ma schimb si fug la&amp;nbsp;taxi si ii spun voios soferului&amp;nbsp;la Unirea va rog...si in traficul ala infernal tu sunai ca disperata, si ma intrebai daca mai ajung si am ajuns intr-un final urc&amp;nbsp;la ultimul etaj cu telefonul la ureche si&amp;nbsp;incep sa te caut si imi spui unde trebuie sa ajung si ma opresc....inchid telefonul si te privesc...si aud " ce faci ma uratule? ", nici un raspuns din partea mea&amp;nbsp;eram prea ocupat sa te privesc, incat nici macar o bomba nu imi fura privirea. Inalta, acelasi par cret, aceeasi ochi verzi, si niste tate in plus :)). Ma asez la masa si nimic...vorbesti numai tu, aprob mecanic fiecare intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trec 2 ore in care ai vorbit numai tu, gesticulai nervos fiecare neatentie&amp;nbsp;din partea mea dar eram prea blocat...10 ani si nu pot scoate un cuvant. Imi spui ca vrei sa&amp;nbsp;iesim undeva intr-un club ca nu ai mai fost de mult in club, in bucuresti nici atat.Mai intai trecem pe la mine ca sa imi iau niste bani si mergem si imi spune ca nu e nevoie sa mergem direct si ii spun ca e prea devreme,&amp;nbsp;trebuie sa iau ceva de acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite-ma in taxi cu parul tau cret care ma gadila pe la ochi, si cu ochii aia verzi atinti in ai mei spre bunici tai, ramai uimita de cat sa schimbat bucurestiul, si mai ales blocul nostru ( reabilitare termica&amp;nbsp;) si te las la scara, bunicul tau nerebdator sa te vada astepta in scara, il salut si fug la mine acasa. EA avea treaba si nu avea rost sa o deranjez si ii spun noapte buna te iubesc si ma uit la telefon, 3 apeluri de la&amp;nbsp;TINE. Cobor grabit si am parte de un deja-vu :)) acelasi ca acum 10 ani, tu in scara eu afara. Luam taxiul si ma indrept spre Victoriei nr 163 ( clubul&amp;nbsp;Pat ). Uitasem se frumos e in bucuresti noaptea, atatea lumini, oameni , masini si TU intr-o perfecta simfonie.&amp;nbsp;Atmosfera din club e electrizanta, shot-uri, si multa lume ( dubios pt o zii de miercuri ), tragi de mine sa dansam si iti spun ca in 10 ani nu sa schimbat faptul ca nu dansez, dar ma las convins si te prind te talie si aud in boxe Voltaj-Vara Trecuta...nimic mai perfect. Dupa&amp;nbsp;3 ore de muzica de cacat ne hotaram sa plecam si sa mergem sa ne plimbam. De la&amp;nbsp;Victoria pana in&amp;nbsp;Iancului pe jos&amp;nbsp;( ma dor picioarele si acum )&amp;nbsp;ma tii de brat si usor usor incep sa imi revina si auzul si simturile. Ne aducem aminte de copilarie, iar radem ca prosti doar ca ne uitam unul la altul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si e&amp;nbsp;tarziu si ajungem la scara...ca de obicei mai stam 10 min, imi recuperez geaca( ti-am spus imbracate gros ) si intram in scara. Aici se termina tot ce era pana acum ( distanta ba ) te pop pe obraz si imi iau la revedere. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dar imi spui ca nu tie somn si ca vrei sa mai stai, si mergem iar la o cafea, era deja tarziu dupa asta mergem acasa...cu cine sa te intelegi. O cafea a durat 3 ore ( din vina ta ) si incepi sa imi povestesti in drum spre casa pe o banca cum au decurs 10 ani din viata ta. Departe de tot ce aveai, fara prieteni fara nimeni cunoscut in afara de ai tai, si cum mi-ai simtit lipsa ( asa zic toate ;) ) si ca mai stai doar 2 saptamani si pleci acasa.... Aici mai pierdut, imi intorc privirea catre tine si fixata imi spui Da trebuie sa plec, iar dupa 10 ani pleci si nu zici nimic. Asta e imi zic...vorbim la telefon, pe mess daca e si imi spui ca da. Te iau de mana si ne indreptam spre casa, si ajunsi iti spun cu juma' de glas noapte buna somn usor...ma pupi pe obraz si alergi spre scara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urato cand citesti asta vei incepe a rade si apoi a plange:)). Intotdeauna vei ramane creata cu ochi verzi , te pup nebuno si ne auzim e deja dimineata si nu ai somn&amp;nbsp;( nu mai suna ca nu raspund ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-4719345311802740640?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/4719345311802740640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/dupa-10-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4719345311802740640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4719345311802740640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/dupa-10-ani.html' title='Dupa 10 ani....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-1705039124613309253</id><published>2010-01-05T17:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:19:29.955+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Sa fi ca mine...</title><content type='html'>Adica tinut la curent cu tot ce conteaza , si de aceea in partea dreapta vei vedea :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crema face diferenta : Cei care conteaza pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Funny Shit : Trebuie sa si radem nu? Cum altfel decat in stilul romanesc ( Mult si din orice).&lt;br /&gt;- Fashion Baby : Trebuie sa fi trendy wtf...un domn trebuie sa fie&amp;nbsp;imbracat bine ( Aici o mana de ajutor ).&lt;br /&gt;- Men Stuff : Ceea ce conteaza pt mine si pentru voi in general barbatii si anume :&amp;nbsp;femei, masini si fotbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa mai adaug pe parcurs link-uri momentan e inca in faza incipienta acest nou trend ( bara cu link-uri folositoare ), sper sa va placa si sa fiti multumiti de ce gasiti :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your Finest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-1705039124613309253?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/1705039124613309253/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sa-fi-ca-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1705039124613309253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/1705039124613309253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2010/01/sa-fi-ca-mine.html' title='Sa fi ca mine...'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-5514764823293578023</id><published>2009-12-26T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:59:08.287+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Canceroase momente....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0SfbxX6xgkQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0SfbxX6xgkQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai terminat? Ai vazut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foarte bine , ce impresie ti-a lasat? Mie nu mi-sa parut cine stie ce....si va spun si de ce , conceptul e invechit chiar daca e inspirat din realitate , nu a lasat o impresie puternica , poate acelor femei care au deja cancer la san sa li-se ridice vreun fel de emotie. Actorii sunt buni chiar mi-au placut , felul in care el o dezbraca si apoi....BARBA FRAIERE....e un san pierdut pe inventar... SO What? pare sa spuna ea , el tace si nu zice nimic , ea se resemneaza la fel ca restul cu aceeasta problema End of Story. Melodia de la final salveaza tot , felicitari solistei , sper ca ea e ok si ca nu are probleme. Acum dragi mei...cum as face eu o campanie :&lt;br /&gt;As face o extirpare in direct , da ati citit bine o extirpare in direct , are impact vizual intens , fara anestezie ar avea si impact auditiv si nu as chema femei ci barbatii. DE CE? pentru ca daca barbatul vede prin ce ar putea trece femeia lui sigur ar lua-o de par si ar face mamografia atat de necesara doamnei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu unu sustin asa ceva , dar frate campaniile vostre sunt de cacat...un filmulet nu ajuta decat daca ai si&amp;nbsp;floricele&amp;nbsp; la el. daca citesti postul asta si ai o firma de productii suna-ma , sunt un om rau cu intentii bune :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-5514764823293578023?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/5514764823293578023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/canceroase-momente.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5514764823293578023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/5514764823293578023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/canceroase-momente.html' title='Canceroase momente....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-9139390692936564073</id><published>2009-12-22T01:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:06:50.237+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Traffic Lights....</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time...not to long ago&lt;br /&gt;i went to the hospital more dead then alive&lt;br /&gt;it was my stomach...last night again&lt;br /&gt;same god stomach pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital a crazy nurse told me...&lt;br /&gt;" Son don't worry , you'l be fine"...&lt;br /&gt;I said to her.." fuck you , make me well "!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she was so good to me , the doctor came..&lt;br /&gt;and told me son you'l be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yo all , i screamd at them...&lt;br /&gt;give&amp;nbsp;me something to keep the pain under control&lt;br /&gt;but no...they said son be calm...an endoscopy &lt;br /&gt;is necesary to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i did one&amp;nbsp;, i remember that...&lt;br /&gt;o long shit in my neck and in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;BIG pain to my chest...K.O light's fade out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i whent home at a traffic light&lt;br /&gt;in my direction a hot blonde&lt;br /&gt;damnnn...i said again a hot blonde&lt;br /&gt;nice tit's , masive ass , nice smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF??? is in my mind&lt;br /&gt;i dont know nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;but that is a fine bitch , and the pain is still big&lt;br /&gt;im thinking at my girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i must see her...&lt;br /&gt;but i can't , the&amp;nbsp;pain is&amp;nbsp;to great&lt;br /&gt;i call her , her voice is good to me&lt;br /&gt;the pain is flying away...&lt;br /&gt;WTF???? is that? i realy love her?&lt;br /&gt;YES , if only her voice is beter then drugs fo' pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love her...what a new thing&lt;br /&gt;and her voice give me power to..?&lt;br /&gt;to live , to love , to hear how she &amp;nbsp;breathe&lt;br /&gt;Many night's i think at her...she does the same?&lt;br /&gt;i think not...she is slepping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acest post e in engleza....am avut o criza cu limba engleza ( intelegeti voi ) , daca nu va prinde-ti nu va speriati poate nu are sens....sau are ?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-9139390692936564073?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/9139390692936564073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/traffic-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9139390692936564073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9139390692936564073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/traffic-lights.html' title='Traffic Lights....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-750417702369011448</id><published>2009-12-19T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:28:39.198+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Ghid practic " Amanta "</title><content type='html'>Azi vom vorbi despre amanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" Ce este o amanta ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; O amanta este o femeie substitut , exact ce nu ai de la&amp;nbsp;nevasta si exemple pot fii multe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;" Cum obtii una ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Depinde de ce bani ai , ce statut ai , cat te duce capul , multe exemple....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" Cine are o amanta ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nu toata lumea poate avea asa ceva....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;" Unde gasesti una ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Daca nu ai gasit una in afara vietii de om casatorit , te va gasi ea pe tine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Explicatii :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esti insurat ai&amp;nbsp; doi copii , sau nici unul dar ai o viata anosta ? Pai iti trebuie o amanta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanta in sine este o eliberare , refulare din rutina imputita de acasa in care te-ai ingropat in ultimi 10 ani , te uiti la ea si iti vezi cele mai negre cosmaruri devenite realitate ( sunca de 3 feluri pe picioare ) , in sine o amanta este o doamna care iti da ce nevasta nu mai poate din diferite motive ,&amp;nbsp;felul in care o supui la perversiuni sexuale spune multe ( Nu mintii , pe nevastata nu o tragi de par cand o faceti ) si amanta este discreta pentru ca poate si ea are aceeasi situatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai banii? Esti urat cu patima si nici fizicul nu te ajuta? Pai iti trebuie o amanta...&lt;br /&gt;Desi ai bani si o sotie acasa fie ea si urata , faptul ca ai o situatie buna iti poate permite sa evadezi cu vreo blonda 90-60-90 , un week-end la munte. Problema e ca scorpia de acasa e ahtiata dupa bani si isi da seama ca pozitia ei este in pericol de o pitzipoanca moarta de foame , atunci apar greseli de exprimare si marea majoritate se dau de gol , din cauza ca nu au mai facut asa ceva si nu stiu cum sa reactioneze cu calm si atunci apar certurile in familie , rezultatul ? Scorpia divorteaza si te seaca de bani , ori e fata desteapta si ramane cu tine si te suge grupa mare de bani. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti frumusel ? ai banii? ai o nevasta ? Pai iti trebuie o amanta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti bine pus pe pozitie , frumos esti , bani ai dar ai o sotie si o bruneta patimasa iti face cu ochiul la birou , profiti de ea , va mai ardeti ocazional pe la un week-end la mare. Sotia nu stie nimic , viata e frumoasa , colegii te invidiaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morala : Nu oricine poate avea asa ceva , iti trebuie bani cat de cat ca doar amanta o intretii ( daca nu vrei una...Centura e full de BTS ) , iti trebuie o masina buna , un apartament inchiriat la coltul opus al bucurestiului , discretie din partea ambelor parti . NIMIC nu conteaza mai mult decat mintea...daca nu te duce capul nu incerca!!!&lt;br /&gt;NICIODATA nu iti neglija nevasta , aminteste-ti ca iti calca hainele , iti spala chilotii , are grija de copii , etc... , daca te comporti ca un jegos isi va da seama imediat , sexual nu mai zic....&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu depune sentiment pentru o amanta , nu pe ea o iubesti desi face ce nevasta nu face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-750417702369011448?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/750417702369011448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghid-practic-amanta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/750417702369011448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/750417702369011448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghid-practic-amanta.html' title='Ghid practic &quot; Amanta &quot;'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-2800570802625694241</id><published>2009-12-19T01:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:37:10.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Fara sentimente</title><content type='html'>Si ma refer la sexul fara complicatii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se intampla cateodata sa dai peste " o prezenta feminina "&amp;nbsp;care sa te invite in patul ei , si ce faci cand cineva te asteapta acasa? Inseli sau stai in banca ta , multi ar spune ca ar fi bine sa nu&amp;nbsp;altii ca da atata timp cat nu afla. Sa o luam metodic...&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand atata timp cat ai acasa o sotie , iubita cum vrei tu, ai retineri, dar daca bei? :)) sau dus dracu toate retinerile care sunt de fapt un fel de cenzura auto-impusa. Si daca o faci ai mustrari de constiinta toata viata si intr-un final te dai de gol ca fraierul , apoi numai probleme cu nevasta care daca te iubeste te iarta ( depinde si de cate ori ai calcat fraiere pe bec ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2....Esti un baiat destept si ai in agenda doua trei fete care nu sunt tarfe de colt , nici de lux ci femei normale care au capatat denumirea de amante , desi termenul nu e tocmai corect pentru ca amanta se intretine adica o futi pe bani ( deci tot o tarfa de lux ). O femeie care vrea doar sex , fara sentimente , fara obligatii , care te suna si te cheama la o partida de sex nebun , sunt putine femei " emancipate " din obligatie si anume: sotu o are mica , se ard mereu in aceeasi pozitie , e alcoolic ( bei dar iti mai futi si nevasta ) , ori are alta femeie ( amanta ). Si aici intervine X , baiatul ala care il suna ca sa se simta femeie , din acest punct de vedere e ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3....Sotul care nu stie nimic si aici imi vine in minte " secret , discret " , si poate e mai bine sa nu stie atata timp cat si femeia se complace in aceasta situatie , adica se fut de sarbatori , cand pleaca copii , sau e casa goala. Si rutina e de vina aici sincer sa fiu , adica de ce te-ai insurat cand stiai ca peste 10 ani nu va mai fute-ti?, barbatului ii fuge mintea&amp;nbsp;la Jordan in curul gol , se uita la goluri si goale , nevasta il viseaza pe Jose Armando&amp;nbsp;din telenovele si se fute cu vecinu :)). Si uite asa se duce dracu tot peste 10 , 15 max 20 de ani , si stau si ma intreb...aia care au 40 de ani de legamant sacru cum reusesc?, oare si ei au avut cate una , cate unu sau se complac si se mai fut odata la an ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morala : Faceti sex , mult sex si cand nu mai puteti luati-o de la capat :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-2800570802625694241?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/2800570802625694241/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/fara-sentimente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/2800570802625694241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/2800570802625694241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/fara-sentimente.html' title='Fara sentimente'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-4911344090733435359</id><published>2009-12-18T16:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:10:10.156+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wtf???'/><title type='text'>Inca unu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQdKVzlD5FQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQdKVzlD5FQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum se vede....o alta parodie a unei melodii care deja a fost parodiata de multi , Bendeac are una de ce nu ar avea si BAZI? :))&lt;br /&gt;Pai sa o luam metodic si anume dreptul la exprimare libera si il auzim pe BAZI care debiteaza despre gripa porcina si ne spune ca il doare in cot despre gripa in contextul scolar , nimic mai adevarat dar frateeee cine dracu iti da dreptul? &amp;nbsp;bai scolarule cand nici flocii nu ti-au dat si in mod clar nici de vreo fata nu poate fii vorba, sa poti parodia asa ceva cand nici voce nu ai.&lt;br /&gt;Despre faptul ca esti afon si ca, copiezi ceva " fumat " nu mai e cazul sa discutam , ai o canapea , ai o scoala ? hai sa tragem o parodie la Puya - Change. Daca vroiai sa faci ceva original luai o grasana de 240 de kile si o postai pe canapea , poate asa era mai hilar. Mai nasol e ca in loc sa iti vezi de pubertate " o arzi aiurea "&amp;nbsp;pe canapea si ai impresii de vedete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culmea este ca omu' are si fani dupa cum observati din comentarii, multi il aproba si ii inteleg gestul. Noi am fost generatia McDonald's dar voi sunt generatia de " vedete " , fara talent , emo-kid si ce dracu mai faceti voi. In alta ordine de ideei sa ales prafu de copii astia....se fut de la 12 ani , fumeaza de la 6 , trag pe vene si fumeaza de la 17 si exemple sunt o gramada , Poate alti apreciaza gestul dar mai bine faceti ceva cu adevarat bun , plantati copaci,&amp;nbsp;strangeti&amp;nbsp;mizeria de pe strazi ca mamele vostre se uita la telenovele si au timp sa va invete ce&amp;nbsp;inseamna educatia cu adevarat. Get a life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o dedicatie de la mine&amp;nbsp;:d ( te regasesti perfect in versuri )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/crist1nel/815c208f14496a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/crist1nel/815c208f14496a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parazitii - De ziua ta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-4911344090733435359?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/4911344090733435359/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/inca-unu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4911344090733435359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4911344090733435359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/inca-unu.html' title='Inca unu....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-6534512568200900549</id><published>2009-12-18T09:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:30:33.782+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>In ritm de hip-hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SystkIs0gtI/AAAAAAAAADc/u1eAxO2XSHo/s1600-h/DSCF2164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SystkIs0gtI/AAAAAAAAADc/u1eAxO2XSHo/s320/DSCF2164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa 5 ani B.U.G Mafia at the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frig afara strazi murdare o sala o multime asteapta...asteapta ca dupa 5 ani cei care ne ne-au bucurat auzul cu texte care lovesc, lovesc unde trebuie cu rime alese facute sa vezi realitatea. Sala polivalenta era de plina de oameni , Grasu XXL si cu Maximilian au incalzit atmosfera in asteptarea celor de la B.U.G cu melodii la care toti stiau versurile , melodii ca " Legende ", " Dragoste nebuna ", " Fara Filtru " au incins atmosfera , apoi si-au facut aparitia " Legendele ". Am fost la multe concerte , de fiecare data se reinventeaza alt public alte emotii pentru public si pentru ei , si felul in care live-ul se " canta " a fost actualizat de Villy si Mario , apoi vocea feminina din texte si-a facut aparitia si iar sala a ramas suprinsa...numele ei ? Jasmine, care aduce mult cu Catalina cine asculta mafia de la inceput stie la ce ma refer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piesele de pe noul album au avut onoarea de-a fi date spre ascultare, piese ca : " In anii ce au trecut " , Cat a trait ", "Cine e cu noi "....piese la care pielea se zbarleste obligat , cand flow-ul te atinge si intrii in ritm pe " Hai sa fim high " . Multimea in schimb a fost cam adormita ca sa zic asa , nu mi-a placut deloc acest " defect " dar dau vina pe vremea care a inghetat mainile dar nu si sufletul. 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height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bug mafia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-6534512568200900549?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/6534512568200900549/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-ritm-de-hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6534512568200900549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6534512568200900549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-ritm-de-hip-hop.html' title='In ritm de hip-hop'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SystkIs0gtI/AAAAAAAAADc/u1eAxO2XSHo/s72-c/DSCF2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-886985045667350366</id><published>2009-12-15T19:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:52:22.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Roulette</title><content type='html'>Da play si citeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="46" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/globula_neagra/9778fd1de6233c.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/globula_neagra/9778fd1de6233c.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna - Russian Roulette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta ma caracterizat azi , ruleta ruseasca....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cuvant&amp;nbsp; , doua cuvinte ,&amp;nbsp;unul din&amp;nbsp;ele isi atingea tinta , apoi iar si iar pana am ajuns la saturatie...pentru un moment am crezut ca am pierdut , ca te-am pierdut. Dubii?&amp;nbsp;, dubi imi spune&amp;nbsp;de parca ar avea de ce&amp;nbsp;, de parca ne-am cunoscut ieri parca acum ii spun buna , parca acum o vad pentru prima data. Azi pentru prima data am vazut cat de necunoscut iti sunt si nu ma asteptam sa fie asa. Ma gandeam la o pauza , oare asta ne trebuie? oare o anumita persoana a reusit ce nu prevedeam , o pauza...atata timp cat sunt o necunoscuta pentru tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-886985045667350366?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/886985045667350366/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/russian-roulette.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/886985045667350366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/886985045667350366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/russian-roulette.html' title='Russian Roulette'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-6003608444373707498</id><published>2009-12-11T01:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:54:37.853+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Vreau....</title><content type='html'>Incepe alt an...am reusit anul asta sa realizez mai putine decat mi-am dorit &lt;br /&gt;Am urat anul asta pentru ca :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 mi-am pierdut locul de munca&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 nu mai muncesc de atunci ( se fac sase luni )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 nu am reusit sa plec la munte anul asta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 am o gramada datorii , pe care nu cred ca le voi achita pana la sfarsitul anului&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- per total a fost un an de kkt , si sper sa se termine mai repede din punctele astea de vedere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am iubit anul asta pentru ca :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 Ea e langa mine&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 am reusit sa imi mai iau inca o masina&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 am petrecut mai mult timp cu tata , il neglijam de la o vreme si nu e corect&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 sora mea o sa aibe un bebe ( asta e super fratilor , credeti-ma )&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- per total a fost un an bun sper sa nu se termine asa repede din punctele astea de vedere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONFUZ NU? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce e mai sus sunt doar niste lucruri majore , nu le punem la socoteala pe cele marunte cum sunt iesirile cu prietenii , week-end-ul la mare , primul te iubesc&amp;nbsp; , certuri cu EA , certuri cu familia mea&amp;nbsp; , faptul ca mama apare din ce in ce mai des , etc , etc. Trece si anul asta ca si anul trecut dar ma intriga ceva...DE CE&amp;nbsp;nu ninge :( , daca nu o sa ninga o sa editez acest post si echilibrul sa&amp;nbsp;dus dracu.&amp;nbsp;5-4 si nu e bine :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-6003608444373707498?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/6003608444373707498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/vreau.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6003608444373707498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6003608444373707498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/vreau.html' title='Vreau....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-2529960654364261612</id><published>2009-12-10T21:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:01:51.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Fete mohorate</title><content type='html'>Azi am avut ghinionul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mult nu am mai fost prin spitale , nu e un loc in care imi doresc sa fiu , de fapt exista unul dar nu stiu daca se pune pentru ca e in incinta unui spital locatia se numeste " La 14 " , si este la Municipal. Nu despre asta vreau sa vorbim , azi am aflat ce fel de nepot am , este baiat din pacate , spun din pacate pentru ca vroiam o fata....baietii sunt panarame , stiu ce inseamna , cand spun astia ca sanatatea el la pamant nu glumesc , frate sunt praf literalmente , muncitori care lucreaza de zor la consolidari , printre bolnavi , totusi e carantina nu?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaga e la ordinea zilei , asta nu&amp;nbsp;mai conteaza , e clar in romania nu dai spaga nu rezolvi nimic&amp;nbsp;, culmea si pentru mort iti trebuie spaga , aparatura din spital e de cacat , insa nu mai conteaza ca avem aparatura&amp;nbsp;a iesit din uz de 10 ani....si multi spun ca am gresit spitalul...pentru cei care vor citi asta....am rude in spitale&amp;nbsp;deci nu tine...peste tot e la fel , CLAR. Si cum spuneam ajung in sala de asteptare , in fata mea un butic in-door cu o blonda...yummy ( am o pasiune pt blonde , si Ea e blonda ...deci se explica :) ) , in fata ei un gabor comunitar, erau intr-o discutie aprinsa cum au pierdut cu 3-1 Unirea Urziceni....se explica si asta suntem romani...&lt;br /&gt;Este intrerupta brusc de un coleg care numai a comunitar nu arata , era atat de prafuit incat parea a muncitor pe schela. Era foarte suparat ca a fost lasat la poarta ca fraierul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea cea mai tare e ca nici poarta nu aveau&amp;nbsp; nici bariera , bariera era un cablu de curent de 2 metri , ii spune-am surorii mele ca trebuiau sa mimeze bariera care se ridica ca sa se simta bagati in seama. Un alt fapt care ma uimit de-a dreptul e ca , in curte salon auto si adica : Jaguar X-Type , BMW Z4 , BMW M3 , Toyota Land Cruisser , etc....si alta problema....erau numai colorati in ingrijire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romania fratiilor....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-2529960654364261612?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/2529960654364261612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/fete-mohorate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/2529960654364261612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/2529960654364261612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/fete-mohorate.html' title='Fete mohorate'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-2932934875984205373</id><published>2009-12-08T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:24:54.887+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Familia care nu e familie....</title><content type='html'>Toti avem asa ceva....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu am fost mai norocos in privinta asta , am avut&amp;nbsp; si am oameni langa mine care imi sunt alaturi , datorita lor sunt cine sunt azi , acum un an acum doi. Fiecare din ei are stilul sau " de lucru " , fiecare are cate ceva special. Cosmin spre exemplu...un om chinuit de viata , dar surprinzator sa ridicat deasupra tuturor a inteles ca daca nu lupti nu castigi , are un mod de-a gandii uluitor , de multe ori&amp;nbsp;discutiile " filozofice" se intindeau pana dimineata , e singurul care ma aduce cu picioarele pe pamant , singurul care intelege ce zic. Pot spune cu siguranta si treaz si beat , si high ca e My brotha' from another mother. A si inca ceva are niste parinti...oameni de nota 100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt specimen&amp;nbsp; este Alex care din pacate se insoara , spun din pacate pt ca as fi vrut sa il am mai mult ,&amp;nbsp;aproape de mine , are o fata care stie ce are nevoie dar totusi la dus departe de mine. Un om langa care niciodata nu te poti plictisi , nu poti zice ca nu ai ras minim 10 minute , de-o inteligenta uimitoare , un om care imi stie multe secrete , un om despre care pot spune ca este unul dintre cei mai buni oameni de pus la rana...tace si asculta indiferent de cat de idiot sunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem si la capitolul fete...putine fete isi pun amprenta asupra mea...mai exact sunt doua. Una dintre ele este Dana , o stiu din generala am crescut impreuna , un om de nota 100 un om cu care poti rade si sta pana la 3 ,&amp;nbsp;4 dimineata si sa nu stii cand trece timpul. Despre care pot spune ca si la ora 5 dimineata daca o sun , imi asculta probelemele , si sunt sigur ca poate e singura care ar sari in ajutor la o problema serioasa. Si ultima dar nu cea din urma....am ramas " despartiti " o vreme , ne stim de la 6 ani , am trecut prin toate alaturi de ea...si uite ca a ajuns mare , Da e vb despre tine Anita , o persoana cum putini cunosc , e un om care crede in visele sale...si care le si realizeaza , pentru mine inseamna mult. Are talent cu carul dar timiditatea de multe ori o doboara....am uitat sa mentionez ca e de o frumusete tulburatoare. O sa razi cand o sa citesti asta , de fapt toti o sa radeti...dar asta e pentru voi , pentru ca poate nu va zic de multe ori asta dar sunteti familia care nu este familie...si sunteti ai mei.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-2932934875984205373?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/2932934875984205373/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/familia-care-nu-e-familie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/2932934875984205373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/2932934875984205373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/familia-care-nu-e-familie.html' title='Familia care nu e familie....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-6708864847115066386</id><published>2009-12-02T23:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:04:59.218+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Romantic</title><content type='html'>Nu va ascundeti...toti suntem romantici , dar va ascundeti....si nu stiu daca va amintiti de eforturile de-a a o gasi...pe EA.&lt;br /&gt;Melodia asta o sa va aduca aminte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu unu....am tras ca sa ajung la EA , dar tot in stilul asta...nu treceam de buna :))&lt;br /&gt; Totusi am reusit sa o aduc in lumea mea , sa vada ca in lumea mea e singura care conteaza , si ca altele nu exista. Au urmat cele mai frumoase perioade ( inca nu se termina , dar imi aduc aminte ) din viata mea. Cati pot spune cu mana pe inima , ca o singura persoana cunoste totul despre tine  si ca numai tu stii ce simte , cum respira , cum te priveste , cum te tine de mana si ca tie de emotie ai palmele traspirate , cand o vezi ca e nervoasa si ca mai rau e din cauza ta , ca nu exista secunda fara ca macar un gand sa pomeneasca de ea ? Putini spun , putini stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost al tau de la primul " buna " si o stii...ASTA E UN POST PERSONAL , SI IL SCRIU CA SA IL VEZI SI SA NU UITI CE SCRIE AICI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeGwSHhigcg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeGwSHhigcg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-6708864847115066386?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/6708864847115066386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6708864847115066386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/6708864847115066386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/romantic.html' title='Romantic'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-4059561364470808581</id><published>2009-12-02T23:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:28:46.715+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Acum...Candva</title><content type='html'>Timpul trece si regreti multe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi regreta tot ce a fost , ce va fi , eu regret un lucru...copilaria. Imi aduc aminte si acum de bunici , de mamaie care imi era alaturi , de tot ce insemna bucurie , si liniste. De scoala , de absente , de careu , de colegi , si totusi trec toate , ai o varsta iti doresti alta , cand ai varsta dorita realizezi ca vrei varsta de atunci...multe regrete , dar EA e langa mine si tot ce regret se transforma in amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dano asta e despre tine , multumesc ca mi-ai adus aminte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y01qaOVwhCA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y01qaOVwhCA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-4059561364470808581?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/4059561364470808581/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/acumcandva.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4059561364470808581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4059561364470808581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/acumcandva.html' title='Acum...Candva'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-172100679068933727</id><published>2009-12-02T21:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:34:49.772+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Aventuri in Bucuresti</title><content type='html'>Toti am mers cu metroul , DAR frate....numai oameni posomorati , in stilul caracteristic WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost la EA , o vizita mai speciala dar nu discutam despre asta , si eram in capat la 32...puhoi de lume nu am mai vazut asa ceva de cand merg cu 32-ul. Si ma indrept spre parcul de la Unirii , ( app este targul de Craciun super frate ), m-as fi oprit la o cana cu vin , dar EA nu bea alcool...so nu se poate. Ma duc spre statia de metrou , era sa imi rup picioarele din cauza unei fete cu pliante care din exces de zel sa impiedicat de mine , cobor scarile rulante si ca de obicei cartela face figuri. Astept pe peron muuuulta lume , se vede ca e criza si ca lumea si-a lasat masina acasa , loc sa stai jos nici vorba asa ca ma agat de bara , in fata mea o blonda frumusica imi face ochii sa se fixeze pe decolteul ei :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am observat ca multa lume incepe sa poarte masti , incep sa cred ca devine un acesoriu la moda , ma gandesc sa imi cumpar una sa vad ce zice EA , si cum spune-am ZAMBITI frateeee , nu se poate asa toti dar toti inchisi in ei , e ciudat sa fi singurul care zambeste recunosc , eu am un motiv dar ei ce nu au motive? Faptul ca ai mai trait o zi in Ro e un motiv de bucurie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe la Victoria urca o doamna cu doi copii haiosi rau , unul din ei nu prea semana cu mama , cred ca nu era al ei. Partea haioasa abia acum incepe :)) , unul din repeta obsesiv " am ajuns ? " , tare si raspicat , al doi-lea ii spune mamei cum copieaza el la lucrari. Greu e sa fii mama...unu tipa si zice ca statia Stefan cel Mare , arata ca un cimitir , si ca miroase ca unul si altul cum pune cartea pe picioare si copieaza la greu , unde am ajuns?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajuns acasa aceleasi vorbe...nimic nou de relatat , ne vedem data viitoare...cand va fii asta nu stiu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-172100679068933727?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/172100679068933727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/aventuri-in-bucuresti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/172100679068933727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/172100679068933727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/12/aventuri-in-bucuresti.html' title='Aventuri in Bucuresti'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-4441574739048888611</id><published>2009-11-30T01:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:55:19.344+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Nevoia de a fi matol....</title><content type='html'>Suna ciudat...dar nu este si recunoastem toti ca au fost momente cand simteai nevoia acuta sa dai pe gat o sticla de Jack. Eu nu am momente dese deci nu sunt alcoolic , asta e clar. Te-a inselat nevasta...bei ceva , a murit X...bei ceva , esti singur in casa...desigur bei ceva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasol e ca am exemple de oameni , care au uitat sa puna frana...si de aici se schimba treaba , uita de ce au ajuns aici , uita de prieteni , de copii. Se imprima in fiecare celula ca au nevoie de starea de matoleala. Cum te simti cand cel mai bun prieten , unchi , tata , chiar si mama , se schimba la 360 grade si ca tot ce ai fost e egal cu 0 ? Ei nu realizeaza ca ochii aceea vii sau inecat in durere , alcool , un suflet gol sta marturie. Momentele de luciditate , sunt scurte si inseamna un singur lucru , " nevoia de a fi matol ".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem si la partea celor care conteaza cu adevarat , sufletele din umbra care vad si tac , ce pot face niste suflete? Nimic , sunt doar umbre care stau si se uita cum persoana care o iubesc devine un nimic. Am vazut copii care isi luau parintele de pe banca din parc , care erau batuti ca au indraznit ca isi deranjeze parintele , mort de beat. Sunt femei care isi duc durerea , bataile , jignirile in tacere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aici incheiem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-4441574739048888611?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/4441574739048888611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/11/nevoia-de-fi-matol.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4441574739048888611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4441574739048888611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/11/nevoia-de-fi-matol.html' title='Nevoia de a fi matol....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-9132112128874149776</id><published>2009-11-30T01:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:33:01.596+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sesiunile de stil'/><title type='text'>Arta de a uita....</title><content type='html'>Ce voi nu uitati? Ba da si inca cum , dar exista ceva ce uiti si mai rau...&lt;br /&gt;uiti de ceea ce conteaza cel mai mult...EA. O sa o prezint pe EA dar inainte de toate o sa mai auziti de ea pe aici , pentru ca totul graviteaza in jurul ei.&lt;br /&gt;EA...este cum este ea , aici nu dam detali , dar ce trebuie sa stiti e ca inseamna totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci cum ziceam despre arta de a uita...te trezesti ca trec doi ani , trei , patru ani si uiti ce inseamna EA , te complaci in situatia asta pentru ca poate si ea a uitat cum esti TU , comunicarea e de forma , si te intalnesti doar in bucatarie , sau in pat , sau cand o duci la serviciu. Ajungi coleg de camera cu EA si nu realizezi. Multi spun ca dupa 10 ani de relatie pasiunea moare  , asa o fii oare?&lt;br /&gt;Sau ai nevoie de o palma morala sa simti ca dupa 10 ani ai ajuns sa o vezi doar din intamplare , si ca ce aveti e de forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce e de facut?....pai in primul rand..."zugraviti" un nou capitol. Deja stiti ce aveti de facut dar nici unu nu zice nimic , pentru ca a uitat ce inseamna EL si ce inseamna EA. Eu am primit o astfel de lectie , si am reusit sa pun lucrurile in ordine , si sunt sigur ca am inceput un alt capitol. Depinde si de El si de EA , depinde si de....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-9132112128874149776?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/9132112128874149776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/11/arta-de-uita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9132112128874149776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/9132112128874149776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/11/arta-de-uita.html' title='Arta de a uita....'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3477598869018313559.post-4044343270499562922</id><published>2009-11-27T14:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:59:57.167+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>Art of the art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxBDnVbfdBI/AAAAAAAAABE/aPaOy6kPUxQ/s1600/main_respect_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408897495518376978" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxBDnVbfdBI/AAAAAAAAABE/aPaOy6kPUxQ/s320/main_respect_me.jpg" style="float: left; height: 226px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primul meu blog.....mai intai sa incep cu multumirile cuvenite. Andreeas del Roots pentru ajutorul dat ( brotha' from another mother ) , Roxana pentru atatea subiecte.... , si cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In ceea ce priveste acest blog va anunt ca o sa fie personal , asta inseamna : persoana mea , interviuri cu persoane reale ( oameni obisnuiti ) , muzica , si ce imi vine mie pe chelie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NU VA CONVINE ? Pur si simplu plecati , fara comentarii , ganditi-va ca este un club in care va trebuie invitatie. Acestea fiind zise....cititi si invatati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3477598869018313559-4044343270499562922?l=wtf-alin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/feeds/4044343270499562922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-art.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4044343270499562922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3477598869018313559/posts/default/4044343270499562922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wtf-alin.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-art.html' title='Art of the art'/><author><name>alin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09769944263154555445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxbM6BbWjfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mSeBdkdgm_s/S220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pj6flkOc1JQ/SxBDnVbfdBI/AAAAAAAAABE/aPaOy6kPUxQ/s72-c/main_respect_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
