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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fEx1uown_qPUQVJPTSceHa3ghP4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fEx1uown_qPUQVJPTSceHa3ghP4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fEx1uown_qPUQVJPTSceHa3ghP4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fEx1uown_qPUQVJPTSceHa3ghP4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Lansez o provocare marilor companii auto, o masina cu sistem&amp;nbsp; de sonorizare antimarlanism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Apreciez munca si capacitate de inovare a celor de la audi care, de altfel sunt preferatii mei, pentru noul&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen Advanced Sound System folosit pe modelele A8 si Q7 ce are ca avantaj, pe langa sunetul impecabil, si minimizarea emiterii sunetului în afara maşinii, ceea ce permite maximizarea intimităţii. Acest lucru este datorat incintelor inchise pentru fiecare difuzor. Extraordinar, incantator, mirobolant, dar...nu suficient. Cu siguranta&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;August Horch se rostogoseste in mormant cand din masinile marca audi urla manele de 1000 w. Nu inteleg conceputul...nu vad logica, acestei manifestari. Am observat ca anumiti barbati traiesc cu impresia ca toata lumea pica pe spate daca au o masina scumpa, mare, cu multe &amp;nbsp;multe dotari (Citez: nu-i asa ca e frumoasa, nu esti impresionata, uite cate beculete are pe bord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;) Si cand isi dau seama ca nu este chiar asa, incep autopromovarea. Muzica la maxim indiferent daca e manea sau nu, geamuri deschise (sau masina decapotata) si plimbare prin oras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Cea mai tare faza este cand la semafor se intalnesc 3 sau 4 masini de acest gen, nebunie, haos, care de care cu sonorizare mai proasta, cu muzica mai tampita, dar mandri foc, ce tari sunt, si da, toata lumea se uita la ei, cei drept sunt imposibil de ignorat. Te dor urechile, chiar si primul strat de epiderma sufera vizibil. Cred ca e acelasi efect ca si in cazul fetelor care rad zgomotos, atrag toate priviriele dar nu in sensul bun. Trebuie sa recunosc ca sensul e relativ, depinde de intentiile celor care vor sa atraga atentia, si mai ales de publicul caruia se adreseaza. Dar asta e un subiect care prefer sa nu-l abordez. Important este ca outsiderii acestui curent sunt deranjati de aceste actiuni, si raul trebuie taiat de la radacina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;De aceea m-am gandit la o strategie, companiile mari auto sa inventeze un sitem audio care sa calculeze capacitatea habitaclului si sa dozeze db in functie de acesta, indiferent daca sunt geamurile deschise sau daca masina este decapotata. Asta insemnand ca sunetul sa fie perceput la nivel ridicat doar in interioarul masinii si nu afara. Ma gandesc ca acest lucru poate fi posibil cu ajutorul unor unde de o anumita natura (nu ma pricep inca) care sa impiedice sunetul sa se propage in afara habitaclului masinii fie el limitat de caroserie sau decapotat. Probabil e grea dar nu imposibila si mult prea necesara acesta solutie, avand in vedere ca amenzile pentru tulburarea linistei publice nu functioneaza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/94Bc2qjSyz2e9Xm9LdPgR-_DnBM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/94Bc2qjSyz2e9Xm9LdPgR-_DnBM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dragostea, sentiment absolut nobil, la care toti aspiram, inrudit cu fericirea si la fel de relativ ca si aceasta. Cum se manifesta, in ce consta, cine spune ca exista criteriile de identificare? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&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; text-align: justify;"&gt;Personal cred ca, acest sentiment se manifesta pentru persoana care te completeaza, te determina, iti ofera ceea ce tu ai nevoie, indiferent daca este de natura materiala sau spirituala. Sufletele pereche in varianta mea realista sunt cele 2 persoane care se completeaza, ofera una alteia exact ceea ce au nevoie, recunostinta este reciproca, toata lumea fericita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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; text-align: justify;"&gt;Am auzit diferite variante gen...daca te iubeste face x lucru, sau y lucru pentru tine. Manifestarea dragostei...in genere tine de educatie, cultura, varsta, temperament. Si cuplurile in care exista violenta se iubesc...in felul lor...el are porniri violente si le manifesta asupra ei, fiindca o iubeste, ea este ori masochista ori ...nu vreau sa ma pronunt. Sa nu uitam ca dragostea este tradusa de cele mai multe ori si prin atractie si implicit act sexual, care este reusit doar daca exista compatibilitate a nevoilor si dorintelor..sexuale. Dar un lucru este clar...dragostea platonica este doar un concept teoretic, nimic real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este atat de ambiguu si totusi sensul vietii noastre si &amp;nbsp;implinirea stau in acest sentiment. Ne casatorim din dragoste, iertam din dragoste, suntem fericiti pentru ca suntem iubiti, daruim din dragoste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este un sentiment aparent suprem umbrit de cotidian. Si daca este asa definitoriu pentru viata noastra trebuie sarbatorit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMus2LDNLn8/TVkfJiwOsWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/e27yRb_ZUNY/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sMus2LDNLn8/TVkfJiwOsWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/e27yRb_ZUNY/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sf. Valentin este o sarbatoare a dragostei, cei drept imprumutata, (tot ce e&amp;nbsp;bun vine din ...americaaa), careia eu nu-i vad insemnatatea. Americanii au nevoie de o zi in care sa-si aduca aminte ca iubesc, ca dragostea este esentiala. Ei au o viata robotica, dedicata muncii, de aceea printre cele mai uzitate locuri de facut sex sunt birourile si lifturile, iar majoritatea merg la psiholog pentru a reusi sa aiba o relatie. Dar neamul romanesc este prin definitie posesor al acestui sentiment. Este impropriu sa numim o zi a dragostei cand romanul o sarbatoreste in fiecare zi. Noi avem o traditie in acest sens. O dovada clara a romanului patimas sunt cantecele populare. Sunt fascinata de traditie, ador muzica populara, dansurile populare, traditii, obiecte ...tot. Si fiindca am ascultat un numar considerabil de cantece am observat ca motivul predominant este iubirea sub diverse forme...in mod special iubirea trupesca. Toti isi doresc sa se intalnesca cu ibovnica in vie, in sura, la portita, in padure, la fantana, seara bineinteles.... Sunt cenzurate si de bun simt dar aceeasi insemnatate o au. O alta dovada este si faptul ca noi nu avem o sarbatoare a iubirii, este o confuzie daca luam in considerare dragobetele. Propriu-zis dragobetele este o zi in care se da startul la imperechere, atat la animale cat si la om. O zi pe care o asteptau cei singuri pentru a-si gasi perechea, practicand divese ritualuri in acest sens. Daca consultam traditia populara, tinerii singuri se adunau, socializau, iar mai apoi fetele alergau pe deal iar baietii le prindeau si le sarutau, (tipic romanesc, clar!). Avea toate trasaturile unei sarbatori premaritale, de antamare a unor relatii intre tinerii din comunitate, ce anticipau nuntile. Deci nu este echivalenta cu Sf Valentin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Romanul e petrecaret si daca nu are motiv de sarbatoare imprumuta din sarbatorile altora, de aceea eu propun sa facem inca o sarbatoare, a fericirii, pentru ca intr-un fel sau altul toti avem motiv sa fim fericiti. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iti trimit acesta scrisoare deoarece am cateva completari la cea trimisa anterior, pentru care mi-a fost deja inmanata confirmarea de primire, ( deci singurul vinovat in cazul in care nu primesc cadourile esti tu...:D. ) Aceste completari nu inseamna in mod obligatoriu adaugarea de dorinte la lista relativ scurta pe care ti-am trimis-o, ci detalii legate de caracteristicile fiecarui cadou. Stii ca eu sunt un pic perfectionista si in nici un caz nu ma multumesc cu orice cadou, decat cel pe care mi-l doresc.;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Completari:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TQJrSBKTYxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/c0N3j_RLEYU/s1600/santa-reading283746234.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TQJrSBKTYxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/c0N3j_RLEYU/s320/santa-reading283746234.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorinta nr 1- in scrisoare ti-am explicat faptul ca trebuie sa fie albastra si toate celelalte caracteristici tehnice si estetice, dar mi-am dat seama ca nu ti-am precizat nuanta exacta: Albastru Tiefseeblau Perleffekt, (exista riscul alegerii unei culori uratele, nu ca nu as avea incredere in calitatile tale in ceea ce priveste estetica, dar frumusetea e relativa):D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dorinta nr 2 - Te rog sa nu uiti numele exact al locatiei NEUILLY SUR SEINE, este foarte important pentru mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dorinta nr 3 - Sevaletul trebuie sa fie obligatoriu reglabil, din lemn de fag fiert in ulei de in, iar culorile acrilyce, de la Polycolor eventual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dorinta nr 4 - Astazi am observat ca sunt doua variante a aceluiasi model. Te rog ...sa-mi aduci modelul fara pietricele pentru ca altfel nu o sa-mi placa, si daca se poate...pe albastru:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/em&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;em&gt;La capitolul II, de pe pagina 3 a scrisorii, intitulat ”Dorinte pentru cei dragi” am urmatoarele completari: acele capacele de care iti povesteam, ai mare grija sa nu fie fake-uri, ar fi indicat sa le achizitionezi de la reprezentanta din Germania, iar pentru celelalte daruri zic eu, ca ai toate informatiile necesare pentru ai face fericiti;) (si app...am aflat din surse sigure ca racusorul cu pietre swarovski de care ti-am zis il gasesti in magazinul dinViena, il au in stoc:D)&lt;/em&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;em&gt;Si te rog sa ma ierti pentru ca am facut o eroare sper eu, remediabila (necesita mult timp pentru stabilirea si implementarea strategiei ce va duce la indeplinirea acestei dorinte). Este vorba de dorinta mea cea mai mare si anume pacea in lume si bunastarea omenirii:D care include reducerea arieratelor, scaderea inflatiei, reducerea ratei somajului, ...si...nu in ultimul rand, poate pui o vorba buna acolo sus...sa nu le mai daruiasca asa multi copii celor din China pentru ca ne invadeazaaaaa, etc&lt;/em&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;&lt;em&gt;Doar aceste adaugiri am avut de facut, stiu ca iti era greu sa te hotarasti, si aveai mare nevoie de aceste detalii, si mai stiu ca asa suntem amandoi fericiti, eu primesc ce imi doresc, tu nu-ti bati capul cu alegerile (esti barbat, inainte de a fi Mos Craciun si de aceea&amp;nbsp;te inteleg)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;Multumesc pentru ca esti un mos bun si darnic si pentru ca indeplinesti in fiecare an dorintele mele nu foarte normale si comode&amp;nbsp;, (nu ca nu ar fi si meritul meu, doar sunt cuminte, si-mi ascult parintii, nu-ti cer cadouri doar pentru mine, ci si pentru cei dragi, beau peste 2 litri de apa pe zi, si cand mai pictez peretii... ii pictez frumos:D). Te astept cu nerabdare si mult drag!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Te pup!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;P.S. Iti stau la dispozitie cu orice alt detaliu legat de dorintele mele (preturi, magazine, disponibilitate in stoc, etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-6939400278857809844?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/qEPibnQZnH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/6939400278857809844/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrisoare-deschisa-catre-mos-craciun.html#comment-form" title="2 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/6939400278857809844?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/6939400278857809844?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/qEPibnQZnH4/scrisoare-deschisa-catre-mos-craciun.html" title="Scrisoare deschisa catre Mos Craciun" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TQJrSBKTYxI/AAAAAAAAAOM/c0N3j_RLEYU/s72-c/santa-reading283746234.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrisoare-deschisa-catre-mos-craciun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HQns8fyp7ImA9Wx9SEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-7752082016073949652</id><published>2010-11-30T15:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:05:33.577+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T16:05:33.577+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iertare" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intentie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vinovatie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="greseala" /><title>Greseala sau calcule eronate</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5JDp77crwZajHqdmxxzOyesq-P8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5JDp77crwZajHqdmxxzOyesq-P8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5JDp77crwZajHqdmxxzOyesq-P8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5JDp77crwZajHqdmxxzOyesq-P8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Din perspectiva mea greseala ne defineste viata: modul cum gresesti, cat gresesti, mai ales cum reactionezi cand gresesti. Dar ce inseamna mai exact a gresi? Tot timpul am considerat ca exista 2 tipuri de greseala...una voluntara, si alta involuntara. A te lovi, a te impiedeca astea sunt greseli reale. O problema majora am eu cu termenul a gresi in momentul in care aceasta a fost facuta voluntar. Tot e in mare voga subiectul complex a insela, care da...este o greseala in opinia multora, asa ca o sa-l iau ca exemplu, fiind elocvent in prezentarea perspectivei mele.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TPT9j-fIMbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n5t5eLlBOJo/s1600/women-infidelity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TPT9j-fIMbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n5t5eLlBOJo/s320/women-infidelity.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Subiectul nostru la un moment dat descopera inca o optiune(sau mai multe) si bineinteles este atras de adrenalina specifica unei aventuri, iar in acel moment isi asuma: sunt prins, imi iau castaneala si o pereche de papucei, plansete, tipete, scandaluri...sunt la pachet..., daca nu ma prinde...supeeerrr...adrenalina, ”revergorare” , posibilitatea deschiderii unui nou orizont, ca na cum sa renunti la confortul unei relatii deja existente cand se poate sa aibe si confort si un pic de adrenalina, la acelasi pret:P, si daca merge, relatia pasagera, o poate transforma in una...oficiala, fara perioada de tranzit atat de plictisitoare.&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;Si bineinteles se risca si supriza este prins...si baga discursul, mereu acelasi indiferent de rang social, sex, educatie, tara, inclinatie sexuala: te rog sa ma ierti, am gresit, regret, n-am vrut, s-a intamplat din gresealaaaaaaa. De ce gresealaaaaaaaaaaa????, e pur si simplu un plan esuat, a iesit varianta necastigatoare, poate greseala e ca nu a fost foarte atent, sau da a gresit ca a fost prins. Dar faptul ca a inselat clar nu este o greseala, a intentionat, si-a dorit, a facut-o de buna voie si nesilit de nimeni, decat de instinctele lui. Iar regretele...va spun eu regreta doar ca a fost prins.&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;Exemplu concret.&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;El: angajat model, la ora 5 acasa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ea: angajata silitoare, la ora 8 scursa de orice energie isi face aparitia negresit acasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;El: Iesit aproape zilnic cu baietii, la o bere, la un fotbal, si foarte rar cu sotia. Ii face un serviciu, major, de la sine putere, o lasa sa se odihneasca facand zilnic treburile casnice, ca e femeie si acesta specie asa se relaxeaza;). Intr-o zi intre activitatile ei obisnuite, se gandeste sa stearga cate ceva din comp. Si printr-un paradox ajunge la arhiva de mess din Programs File. Ssurpriza!!! individul avea multe conversatii dar o mare parte din ele cu o oarecare ” versata pufoasa”, cu care...se intalneste ”intamplator”, seara sa vada un ”film” , sau la plimbari scurte ca nu pot pierde timpul fara rost...si alte activitati de acest gen. Decodeaza rapid convorbilile si ramane oripilata, se panicheaza, se calmeaza, si cum in situatii majore se iau masuri majore se gandeste la o solutie de a taia raul din radacina. Si-l taie, bagaje la usa si sunat inculpatul.&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;Bineinteles...in prima faza, el nu a vorbit cu nici o fata, nu a facut nimic, nu este vinovat. Dupa ce dovezile sunt aduse...incepe discursul tip: imi pare rau, regret, scuza-ma, iarta-ma, suntem casatoriti, esti fara inima, &amp;nbsp;suflet....si alte chestii ce tin de sensibilitate, a fost o gresala, n-am vrut...iarta-ma si nu o sa se mai intample etc.&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;Scurt si la obiect s-a lasat cu haine aruncate pe geam si el dormit la prieteni, dar nici un caz impacare. Si ceea ce regreta si nu o sa mai faca niciodata: nu o sa-si mai salveze niciodata arhiva, si o sa fie mai atent la detalii cand insesala.&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;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Asta eu nu numenesc greseala!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-7752082016073949652?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/KEFR9deUBb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/7752082016073949652/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/11/greseala-sau-calcule-eronate.html#comment-form" title="12 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7752082016073949652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7752082016073949652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/KEFR9deUBb4/greseala-sau-calcule-eronate.html" title="Greseala sau calcule eronate" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TPT9j-fIMbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n5t5eLlBOJo/s72-c/women-infidelity.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/11/greseala-sau-calcule-eronate.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IERX44cSp7ImA9Wx9SEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-1203448125807512168</id><published>2010-08-30T19:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:58:24.039+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T15:58:24.039+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eutanasiere" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cinematograf" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mici" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="primar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romania" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strazi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pantalon scurt" /><title>Ce as face daca as fi o zi primar….</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ltvjr3Cujgw3AW2o-8XhC-Gw6oY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ltvjr3Cujgw3AW2o-8XhC-Gw6oY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cred ca mi-as da seama rapid ca este doar un vis…..dar visul ar fi cam asa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As emite o directiva prin care sa interzic prepararea si consumarea micilor..gretarelor in spatii publice, faleza, piete, in fata blocului etc., incalcarea acesteia fiind pedepsita cu munca in folosul comunitatii, siiii …pentru a fi o masura completa as semna un contract cu o firma de salubritate pentru ca acestia sa-si savarseasca stagiul de educare maturand strazi si colectand gunoiul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si as mai face si un cinematograf in spatiu liber in care sa poti intra cu masina, model american…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si ceva ce consider vital pentru imaginea orasului…as face un proiect de lege prin care sa se interzica la nivel national dar in special local, pantalonii extrem de scurti si stramti la fete. Numeroase entitati hommo sapiens sapiens gen feminin (nu garantez pentru toate genul) s-au conformat trendului…pantalon scurt! Un trend nu este pentru toata lumea si trebuie luat doar ca idee dar adaptat pe fiecare. Nu de putine ori m-a frapat cate o tipa cu pantaloni atat de scurti ca puteai sa juri ca nu sunt deloc . Si daca este o “bunaciune” se accepta, chiar daca sunt direct raspunzatoare de ‘’epidemia de gaturi rupte” la baieti (si la cateva dintre fete). Dar ceea ce nu pot accepta este sa vad o fata cu probleme de greutate si implicit celulita curgatoare cu pantaloni scurti...e ca si cum ai vedea un carnat strangulat sau ceva in gen, mergand pe strada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaa….si ce as mai face…stiu ca suna crunt…as eutanasia cainii…o parte din ei, si m-am gandit si la o metoda sa impac aparentii iubitori ai&amp;nbsp;acestora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In primul rand daca ii iubesc ii pot lua acasa, sa-i hraneasca si sa-i ingrijeasca, in al doilea rand sunt mult prea multi sa-i poata cuprinde cu dragostea lor pe toti. Strategia mea etica este ca in prima faza sa fie ridicati dusi la un adapost impartit pe cartiere avand posibilitatea sa fie revendicati in decurs de 3 zile, revendicarea se va face doar dupa o sterilizare in prealabil. Restul vor fi eutanasiati. Dar am si una….mai putin etica…cainii sa dispara subit, cate 3 -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4 dintr-un cartier in fiecare saptamana…unii mai si mor nu??? Cred ca daca s-ar face un recensamant pe bune al cainilor…am constata ca natalitatea acestora este mai mare decat la om. Si hai sa inmultim cu bolile pe care le poarta si cu agresiunile de care sunt capabili …de mizeria care o lasa in urma etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si inca ceva…as spala strazile …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si apropo de strazi….sa zicem ca inteleg afacerea din spatele asfaltarilor…toata lumea trebuie sa castige, dar din puctul de vedere al primarului din mine eu as acorda mai multa atentie strazilor si implicit calitatii lor avand in vedere ca mai mult de 80% din electorat detine sau conduce o masina. Facand un exercitiu de imaginatie constat ca doar din perspectiva numarului de injurii si blesteme aduse mie personal in calitate de primar as depune un efort cosiderabil in acest sens…sa nu mai vorbim de alegerile urmatoare. Masura minima pentru aceasta problema …cred ca ar fi…garantarea lucrarii de catre firma ce asfalteaza pe o durata de 5 ani, in caz contrar fiind obligata sa faca reparatii care si acestea sa fie la randul lor garantate alti 5 ani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si ce as mai face….as mai face o afacere rapida si banoasa folosindu-ma de functia in care sunt si…ghici ce…as pleca din Romania!!!!!!:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJWvOJHhriE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/KJWvOJHhriE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-1203448125807512168?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/E2uy3LFQJcI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/1203448125807512168/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/08/ce-as-face-daca-as-fi-o-zi-primar.html#comment-form" title="2 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/1203448125807512168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/1203448125807512168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/E2uy3LFQJcI/ce-as-face-daca-as-fi-o-zi-primar.html" title="Ce as face daca as fi o zi primar…." /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/08/ce-as-face-daca-as-fi-o-zi-primar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQHSXw-eSp7ImA9Wx5SFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-3066988991957132915</id><published>2010-08-03T01:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T12:42:18.251+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-10T12:42:18.251+03:00</app:edited><title>And..... I returned</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-AImd8VY3AuGQybCpXK67Awyrgw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-AImd8VY3AuGQybCpXK67Awyrgw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-AImd8VY3AuGQybCpXK67Awyrgw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-AImd8VY3AuGQybCpXK67Awyrgw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dupa o lunga perioada de pauza in a posta pe blog, revin cu idei, convingeri si pareri noi slefuite de evenimentele petrecute in acest timp...evenimente de ordin personal, sentimental, profesional&amp;nbsp;care m-au coplesit&amp;nbsp;si din punct de vedere al timpului . &lt;br /&gt;
Cel mai recent eveniment este Leadership School, o saptamana&amp;nbsp; interesanta cu oameni interesanti&amp;nbsp; si cu provocari dintre cele mai neasteptate si solicitante.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Acesta imi ofera sansa de a-mi dovedi mie si de ce nu si celorlalti cat de bine pregatita sunt sau nu sunt in domeniu si cat de&amp;nbsp;repede pot adapta &amp;nbsp;ceea ce stiu la cerintele existente si mai ales cat de repede si mult pot invata.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Detalii despre acest eveniment vom posta pe blogul creat de noi in scop de promovare:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://leadershipschool6.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leadershipschool6.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-3066988991957132915?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/PZyw255xvBk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/3066988991957132915/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-returned.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/3066988991957132915?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/3066988991957132915?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/PZyw255xvBk/and-i-returned.html" title="And..... I returned" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-returned.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QNRnw8eSp7ImA9Wx5UF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-4095556330628850700</id><published>2010-05-07T23:01:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T11:16:37.271+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-22T11:16:37.271+03:00</app:edited><title>Golful si victimile lui:))</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVnF7ItkHyiqka16oX8doBYSahA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVnF7ItkHyiqka16oX8doBYSahA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVnF7ItkHyiqka16oX8doBYSahA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iVnF7ItkHyiqka16oX8doBYSahA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;De ceva timp Bogdan, a dezvoltat o pasiune misterioasa pentru golf, probabil izvorata din dorinta de a trai in occident. Daca la inceput a fost idealista, acum incepe sa se materializeze - primul pas a fost facut, si-a cumparat&amp;nbsp;incaltari speciale.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S-RvVytW6zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ag50xyo_bcA/s1600/Image019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S-RvVytW6zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ag50xyo_bcA/s200/Image019.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ii mai trebuie un set de mingi, unul de crose, etc( lucruri elementare de alt fel dar e bine sa le aiba si pe astea:D). Prin acest post convoc pe toti cei ce îi sunt prieteni (prea multi sa-i pot enumera) sa ii facem cadou aceste obiecte ce ii pot contura placerea de a juca. &lt;br /&gt;
Lista:&lt;br /&gt;
- set crose &lt;strong&gt;titan aurii&lt;/strong&gt; ( da bine la tenisi), precizez ca nu este nici o problema dak va avea dubluri - are 3 terenuri proprii de golf, oricum&amp;nbsp;ii vor folosi&lt;br /&gt;
- 300 mingi ecologice (pentru inceput trebuie sa fim realisti va "rataci" multe mingi, si cum stiti ff bine are un spirit ecologist puternic, sa nu-i umbrim placerea de a juca din acest punct de vedere)&lt;br /&gt;
- crampoane si tee pentru mingi (unui profesionist nu-i pot lipsi )&lt;br /&gt;
- geanta&amp;nbsp;crose&lt;br /&gt;
- troliu&amp;nbsp;crose (grele crosele ...mai ales cele din titan si aurite..)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;aaaa....si cel mai important...umbrelutza&amp;nbsp;- pentru mada, (nimeni nu vrea sa vada o femeie nervoasa nevoita sa merga prin soare dupa o minge, fie ea si de golf).&lt;/div&gt;Ma auto proclam coordonatorul acestui proiect maret ce are ca termen de finalizare &lt;strong&gt;OCTOMBRIE 2010&lt;/strong&gt;...pentru detalii call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-4095556330628850700?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/hb31yQIZLho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/4095556330628850700/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/05/golful-si-victimile-lui.html#comment-form" title="1 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/4095556330628850700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/4095556330628850700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/hb31yQIZLho/golful-si-victimile-lui.html" title="Golful si victimile lui:))" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S-RvVytW6zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ag50xyo_bcA/s72-c/Image019.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/05/golful-si-victimile-lui.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MSXo_eCp7ImA9WxFQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-1287900968345825352</id><published>2010-04-09T14:36:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:01:28.440+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-06T11:01:28.440+03:00</app:edited><title>Amuzant de enervant</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8wiZHfnxduz9Fqp2U7I7eUVogo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8wiZHfnxduz9Fqp2U7I7eUVogo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8wiZHfnxduz9Fqp2U7I7eUVogo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f8wiZHfnxduz9Fqp2U7I7eUVogo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;De cate ori nu ati mers cu maxi-taxi si pe langa faptul ca ai sau nu ai loc pe scaun, ai sau&amp;nbsp;nu ai bara de care sa te tii, in conditiile in care nu ai loc pe scaun iar soferul are impresia ca este la volanul unui Bugatti Veyron cu aproximativ 1000 de cp ,mai exista si anumite mirosuri greu de descris...etc. Dar pe langa toate aceste lucruri care sunt aproape normale...cel mai mult ma irita conversatiile ce se dezvolta in maxi taxi. Sunt oameni a caror viata o&amp;nbsp;afli mergand din 19 pana in centru fara macar sa te intereseze, si nu doar tu...toata lumea din masina, aaa&amp;nbsp;si&amp;nbsp;cand raspund la telefon e criminal...vorbesc atat de tare incat orice alt sunet este acoperit, problema discutata&amp;nbsp;fiind &amp;nbsp;publica. Maxi taxi este doar un exemplu, in toate mijloacele de transport se intampla aceste lucruri, ba chiar si in masina personala se mai gaseste cate o cunostinta sa vb la telefon atat de tare incat sa-ti "vibreze" geamurile.&lt;br /&gt;
Dar uneori este amuzant. &lt;br /&gt;
Astazi am ras de m-am rostogolit. Un prieten face naveta braila-galati cu trenul in fieacre zi si mi-a relatat ce i se intampla cam in fiecare dimineatza:&lt;br /&gt;
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"De obicei la Vadeni (halta tren) urca in fiecare dimineata babute cu multe papornite din alea de rafie incarcate cu lapte , branza oua...pentru vanzare....ei si azi dimineata printre toate babele, au urcat doua care se pareau a fi mai cochete, si-au inceput&amp;nbsp;gossip-ul de fiecare dimineata... bineinteles vb tare pentru toata lumea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S78L7MECwLI/AAAAAAAAALY/kUuYEbYg-z8/s1600/dscn8799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S78L7MECwLI/AAAAAAAAALY/kUuYEbYg-z8/s320/dscn8799.jpg" width="216" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Au inceput ele sa discute despre cum creste una puii,&amp;nbsp;ca ea le da tain si cealalta le da oua si ca defapt ouale nu sunt bune...si tot discutand ele asa...veni vorba ca nu s-au mai intalnit cu tanti Maricica de mult timp si cu toate astea vorbesc foarte des pe internet, ca se vad pe web, la care cealalta foarte suparata ca si ea vorbeste dar nu are web, si ca nu poate sa se vada pe mess, ea doar vorbeste.&amp;nbsp;Poi da dar ea are web cu ursulet ...ca e un ursulet de plus care are camera nas...la care cealalta ...pai eu am de aia simpla dar nu merge ....raspuns...hai ca alea sunt vechi de doi ani ...nu se mai folosesc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ca nu stiu ce vecina de la&amp;nbsp;cateva strazi mai incolo are nepotel si la vazut la web, si ca mai nou nu mai ies la strada duminica, vb pe net din casa si asa reusesc sa vada si telenovela ...telenovela pe care o pierduse acum dimineatza ca era in reluare dar nu e problema ca o cauta pe gugle si vede episodul pe net."&lt;br /&gt;
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Pe langa faptul ca au deranjat si in acelasi timp amuzat un vagon intreg, un lucru e interesant, targetul informatiilor virtuale nu mai este limitat de varsta si nici macar de mediul social. Barfa de la coltul strazii este inlocuita cu&amp;nbsp; video call, anunturile care la tara se fac actualmente popular( din vb in vb) facute printr-un mass:O&amp;nbsp; Efecte inimaginabile ale tehnologiei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-1287900968345825352?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/b9j22NcUlkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/1287900968345825352/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/04/amuzant-de-enervant.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/1287900968345825352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/1287900968345825352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/b9j22NcUlkM/amuzant-de-enervant.html" title="Amuzant de enervant" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S78L7MECwLI/AAAAAAAAALY/kUuYEbYg-z8/s72-c/dscn8799.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/04/amuzant-de-enervant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNSX05eip7ImA9WxFTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-1782419895949871865</id><published>2010-04-02T00:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:09:58.322+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-02T00:09:58.322+03:00</app:edited><title>Sentimentele sunt adevaratele muze ale tehnologiei</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZCRKuW3ODnJQEIEt-S0L6sEWg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZCRKuW3ODnJQEIEt-S0L6sEWg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZCRKuW3ODnJQEIEt-S0L6sEWg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HNZCRKuW3ODnJQEIEt-S0L6sEWg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asa cum am sustinut si in alte siutatii evolutia omenirii consta strict in lucruri materiale. Avem aceleasi sentimente si trairi ca si acum 2000 de ani.. Cred ca unii dintre noi suntem mai salbatici decat hommo sapiens sapiens. Si de ce suntem asa? Fiindca suntem tot oameni si oricat de mult ne-am cizela avem aceeasi structura a nevoilor dar si a sentimentelor.&amp;nbsp;Un exemplu de sentiment ce dainuie cu mare succes este gelozia.&amp;nbsp;Facand o incursiune in istorie barbatii sunt campioni la acest capitol, dar nici femeile nu sunt cu mult mai prejos.&amp;nbsp;Gelozia este mobilul a numarate tragedii&amp;nbsp; dar&amp;nbsp;este si&amp;nbsp;contructiva intr-o anumita masura -&amp;nbsp;a ajutat la &amp;nbsp;dezvoltarea pietei muncii prin angajarea detectivilor particulari si nu in ultimul rand inovarea tehnologica. Astazi am citit intamplator despre phone monitor. Super tare! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Phone Monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; este un soft de spionare pentru telefoanele mobile. Aplicatia sta complet ascunsa in memoria telefonului(nu este vizibila la apasarea prelungita a butonului MENU porneste automat la restartarea telefonului mobil, iar in momentul in care pe respectivul telefon se primeste/trimite mesaj, aplicatia redirectioneaza "pe ascuns" mesajul catre telefonul dvs. In plus, o data pe zi primiti un raport al convorbirilor efectuate/receptionate.&lt;br /&gt;
Pentru instalarea aplicatiei, aveti nevoie de telefonul partenerului pentru 3 minute (atat dureaza instalarea si configurarea aplicatiei). Aplicatia poate fi trimisa de pe telefonul dvs. pe cel al partenerei/partenerului prin Bluetooth.Dupa instalarea aplicatiei in telefonul partenerei/partenerului,aplicatia sta ascunsa si incepeti sa primiti raport zilnic al SMS-urilor expediate/primite , si al convorbirilor. Mai jos o detaliere a fiecarui raport: Raportul SMS contine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-numarul de telefon de la care a primit SMS / a trimis SMS si numele asa cum este trecut in agenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-continutul mesajului&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-data si ora la momentul primirii/expedierii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Raportul apeluri contine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-raport apeluri efectuate/primite/pierdute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-numarul de telefon care a apelat / care a fost apelat si numele asa cum este trecut in agenda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-data/ora pentru fiecare apel in parte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-numarul de secunde vorbite pentru fiecare apel in parte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poti descarca manualul de utiliazare de aici:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pm.whosms.ro/manual-utilizare-Phone-Monitor.pdf"&gt;http://www.pm.whosms.ro/manual-utilizare-Phone-Monitor.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Telefonul meu nu este compatibil :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-1782419895949871865?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/6vNIW0SQoMo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/1782419895949871865/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/04/sentimentele-sunt-adevaratele-muze-ale.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/1782419895949871865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/1782419895949871865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/6vNIW0SQoMo/sentimentele-sunt-adevaratele-muze-ale.html" title="Sentimentele sunt adevaratele muze ale tehnologiei" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/04/sentimentele-sunt-adevaratele-muze-ale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIGSHo5cCp7ImA9WxBaFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-5426143280940163780</id><published>2010-03-26T09:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:02:09.428+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-26T10:02:09.428+02:00</app:edited><title>Havanezu' - un bichon minune</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoD24sAY9ps566NZHbCYZ_gbAuk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoD24sAY9ps566NZHbCYZ_gbAuk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoD24sAY9ps566NZHbCYZ_gbAuk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hoD24sAY9ps566NZHbCYZ_gbAuk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Havanezu’ - un bulgare de blana "explodata" si pufoasa, din care rasar doi ochisori negri si ghidusi, o maslina de nasuc si o limbuta rosie. Un adevarat magnet pentru femei...eu m-am indragostit, nici barbatii nu pot ramane indiferenti la vazul lui (stiu cel putin 2 barbati care sunt inebuniti dupa el)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are 1 luna jumatate, este dependent de cutiuta de nisip si reprezinta un cadou de suflet de la oameni speciali pentru un om special, ce are nevoie de o minune sa-i lumineze viata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu siguranta iti va fura cel putin un zambet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mai6mcimEIk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mai6mcimEIk&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-5426143280940163780?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/8krR_oJx45Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/5426143280940163780/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/havanezu-un-bichon-minune.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/5426143280940163780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/5426143280940163780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/8krR_oJx45Y/havanezu-un-bichon-minune.html" title="Havanezu' - un bichon minune" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/havanezu-un-bichon-minune.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ARXs_cSp7ImA9WxFQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-5621304472001861384</id><published>2010-03-17T21:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T11:02:24.549+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-06T11:02:24.549+03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="femei" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barbati" /><title>Shopping-ul: intre necesitatea si pasiune</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qnlVB-ybjkpjTdQl7geUJVLb_w0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qnlVB-ybjkpjTdQl7geUJVLb_w0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qnlVB-ybjkpjTdQl7geUJVLb_w0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qnlVB-ybjkpjTdQl7geUJVLb_w0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Exista o activitate ce este atribuita indeosebi femeilor, nu pentru ca doar ele o savarsesc, ci pentru ca ele o fac cu pasiune si anume shopping-ul. Din perspectiva mea acesta activitate este antrenata de necesitate, mai mult decat de pasiune. Sunt exceptii la care primeaza pasiunea de a-si cumpara fara limita de cantitate, calitate, pret,..sunt specimene rare...si care ajuta economia sa creasca, deci sa le incurajam;) .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S6Hv-YxfYpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4AUL5FF7r2Y/s1600-h/shopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S6Hv-YxfYpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4AUL5FF7r2Y/s320/shopping.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Personal nu am o placere deosebita de a colinda magazinele, niciodata nu gasesc exact ce vreau de aceea mi-am propus sa-mi fac atelier de creatie vestimentara...dar pana atunci...merg ca toate femeile la shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
Si ce ma deranjeaza este ca indeosebi barbatii&amp;nbsp; au tendinta de a ne stigmatiza&amp;nbsp;... dragilor inca odata dovediti ca nu puteti intelege complexitatea sublimei&amp;nbsp;fiinte numita femeie:D. Dorinta de a merge la shopping se naste din simpla nevoie de a ne imbraca...dar vedeti voi...intram in magazin si suntem inebunite de un sacou albastru, si ne gandim, ar merge cu pantalonul x, bluza y, ajungem acasa...surpriza! nu merge nici cu pantalonul x nici cu bluza y, trebuie sa ne achizitionam un pantalon cu care sa se asorteze plus bluza, cumparam un jeans albastru bluza alba, ajungem acasa, cu jeansii se asorteaza, cu bluza nu, dar bluza se asorteaza cu pantalonul negru pentru care ar trebui o pereche de cizme maron....mergem in magazin cumparam perechea de cizme maron si ghici ce? nu se asorteaza cu pantalonul negru nici cu bluza alba...dar am putea sa ne luam o camasa roz si o vesta maron.....&lt;br /&gt;
Aceasta este lupta pe care o dam aproape zilnic, de aceea uneori suntem asa extenuate de ganduri(oare dak mi-as lua perechea aceea de pantofi se va asorta cu fustita care mi-am luat-o ieri), plus ca...aveti indivizi in armata voastra masculina care ne depasesc la acest capitol pe multe dintre noi.&lt;br /&gt;
Asa ca ce ziceti...mergem la o sedinta de shopping??;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-5621304472001861384?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/ILBuXbzsJoI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/5621304472001861384/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/shopping-ul-intre-necesitatea-si.html#comment-form" title="1 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/5621304472001861384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/5621304472001861384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/ILBuXbzsJoI/shopping-ul-intre-necesitatea-si.html" title="Shopping-ul: intre necesitatea si pasiune" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/S6Hv-YxfYpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4AUL5FF7r2Y/s72-c/shopping.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/shopping-ul-intre-necesitatea-si.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMRXk4cCp7ImA9WxBbEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-7864700544426400318</id><published>2010-03-08T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:06:24.738+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T20:06:24.738+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sesiune foto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mondeni" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kitsch" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hi5" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="club" /><title>Land of kitsch...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnMpSxlOFST6ckQpPGsULe8R-eI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnMpSxlOFST6ckQpPGsULe8R-eI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnMpSxlOFST6ckQpPGsULe8R-eI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BnMpSxlOFST6ckQpPGsULe8R-eI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Iubesc arta, si stiti cum e...cu cat cunosti mai bine domeniul din care face parte un anumit lucru cu atat il poti aprecia mai aproape de reala sa valoare. Si pentru ca sunt o persoana de cele mai multe ori constiincioasa si mai ales fiindca nu-mi place sa vorbesc in necunostinta de cauza...am studiat in amanunt mai ales arta vestimentara. Si unde poti studia mai bine decat in club? locul unde merg mondenitatile.&lt;br /&gt;
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In acest loc arta vestimentara in ceea ce priveste sexul feminin are o tenta pornografica cu influente salbatice.&lt;br /&gt;
Rochite cat mai scurte, strimte, decoltate, stalucitoare, cu spatele gol...o regula am observat...ori colant ori nimic, unghii 2,5 cm minim, roz fucsia, accesorii asemeni unui bradut de craciun...si parul, parul este cel ce te duce cu gandul la salbatic, ai tot timpul impresia ca au un animal in cap...o bufnita, un vultur etc.&lt;br /&gt;
Dar ce-mi place cel mai mult este sesiunea foto...indispensabila, si in mare voga.&lt;br /&gt;
Simpla nevoie primara de a merge la baie este transformata intr-o incursiune in lumea mondena ce consta in: convocat fetele la un mers la baie...se face sirul, sanii in fata, spatele incordat, barbia ridicata...si start...pe coridorul plin de oameni "profund impresionati" de trecerea ta... Treci cu succes si de acesta incercare..ajungi in sfarsit in baie...aici e locul cu o importanta majora...scoti aparatul, si sesiunea foto...toata lumea la poza, si daca nu ai poza la baie cu fetele gen "botic" postata pe facebook sau hi5 nu esti in rand cu lumea buna.&lt;br /&gt;
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La baieti e simplu, ai impresia ca toti sunt rude in materie de "arta vestimentara", au 2 optiuni...tricou mulat sau camasa. &lt;br /&gt;
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Promit sa vin cu poze argumentative...dar pana atunci va trebui sa ma credeti pe cuvant sau mergeti in club...va garantez o seara cel putin amuzanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-7864700544426400318?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/Q9GBydYyQzM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/7864700544426400318/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/land-of-kitsch.html#comment-form" title="3 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7864700544426400318?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7864700544426400318?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/Q9GBydYyQzM/land-of-kitsch.html" title="Land of kitsch..." /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/land-of-kitsch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHSH08eCp7ImA9WxBUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-8491483113662424397</id><published>2010-03-01T12:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:25:39.370+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T16:25:39.370+02:00</app:edited><title>Primavara...razele soarelui se joaca in palma mea...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RvIVYxY0GBQJgbDlHabo1YeSPxM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RvIVYxY0GBQJgbDlHabo1YeSPxM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RvIVYxY0GBQJgbDlHabo1YeSPxM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RvIVYxY0GBQJgbDlHabo1YeSPxM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In sfarsit primavara, dupa o lunga si uracioasa iarna...&lt;br /&gt;
Cand a nins prima data eram cea mai fericita...a doua oara...incantata...a 3 oara deja enervata, si nu de zapada in sine ci de situatiile create de aceasta.&lt;br /&gt;
Ore pierdute in maxi taxi...de condus nici nu era vorba...strazi inchise...multa apa...ba ploua ba ninge...un frig de iti ingheata sufletul, si gheatza...multa gheatza...de ma incerca gandul sa-mi scot patinele pe strada.&lt;br /&gt;
Dar uite ca sa terminat, astazi e 1martie...multe flori, cadouri, martisoare, urari frumoase si pupi...o zi frumoasa pentru mine:)&lt;br /&gt;
Acum astept sa se incalzeasca&amp;nbsp; afara,...sa infloresca ciresii...preferatii mei, si toate florile. Sa ies la plimbari interminabile (in limita timpului disponibil), sa ma dau cu rolele...sa ma bucur de primavara.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O primavara frumoasa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-8491483113662424397?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/W8hgw5U1NIM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/8491483113662424397/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavararazele-soarelui-se-joaca-in.html#comment-form" title="1 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/8491483113662424397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/8491483113662424397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/W8hgw5U1NIM/primavararazele-soarelui-se-joaca-in.html" title="Primavara...razele soarelui se joaca in palma mea..." /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavararazele-soarelui-se-joaca-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4EQnczeSp7ImA9WxBbE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-1348110800574310981</id><published>2010-02-26T11:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:48:23.981+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-11T16:48:23.981+02:00</app:edited><title>In spatele unui barbat puternic...sta o femeie uimita</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p-6wUNhACK_W3ZFWQuOfNtfiq98/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p-6wUNhACK_W3ZFWQuOfNtfiq98/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p-6wUNhACK_W3ZFWQuOfNtfiq98/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p-6wUNhACK_W3ZFWQuOfNtfiq98/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbati puternici..sunt 2 cuvinte ce se resping din perspectiva mea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In ce consta puterea unui barbat...in forta?, in caracter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sau legendele de mii de ani care categorisesc barbatii ca masculi feroce...fizic si psihic...se perpetueaza nefondat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu vreau sa descriu evolutia barbatului de la Adam incoace....(care evolutie, nu e nici o evolutie...sau da...au evoluat accesoriile care ii completeaza..) dar au o perspectiva gresita inca de la inceput...ei sunt cei ce conteaza...femeia accesoriu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Cu ce sunt mai presus de femei? Prin forta? Forta este necesara doar mutarea unul dulap,&amp;nbsp; la datul cu tarnacopul...chestii brute...,putere psihica?...cred ca daca unul dintre barbati ar trebui sa faca un copil...fara sa vb de partea fizica..pe care nu ar putea sa o suporte, psihic...ar fi terminat...Cati tati sunt prieteni cu copii lor...cateva exceptii...majoritatea au impresia ca ei sunt autoritatea absoluta si ca ceea ce gandesc ei este adevarata realitate...refuzand sa faca up-date periodic la viata...(le este imposibil sa reziste psihic la schimbari).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intrand in sfera relatiilor...barbat - femeie...fetele sufera cand sunt inselate, parasite...barbatii fac cadere nervoasa...si nu fiindca dragostea este enorma...ci fiindca ...ei se cred puternici invincibili si ghici ce...nu sunt deloc asa...le calci orgoliul...ii distrugi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si greseala femeilor...le alimentam aceasta conceptie...poate si din dorinta noastra de a sti ca cineva este mai puternic decat noi...cineva are puterea sa ne protejeze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secolul 21 ne acorda sansa...dak poate fi numita asa, sa demonstram cat suntem de puternice...din toate punctele de vedere...super woman...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noi am evoluat...pe langa grija de familie, cele mai multe dintre noi...avem si o cariera..ei...sunt raspunzatori sa aduca doar materie prima...in antichitate vanau o gazela...acum au un salariu si punct.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si cum tot timpul am un exemplu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea: trezit dimineatza...trezit copilul...imbracat...fardat...dus repede copilul la gradinita, alearga pana la maxi taxi...in sfarsit ajunge la munk...acolo...i se cere performanta si face fata cu brio....sf programului....trebuie sa ia copilul de la gradinita...plateste facturi...merge acasa...gateste, face curatenie, spala. Ups! a uitat trebuie sa faca cumparaturi...aaa...si a sunat-o si prietena ei sa iasa in oras...intr-un tarziu...adorme...si supriza...se trezeste copilul...ii este rau, vrea la baie...etc..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si in fiecare zi o ia de la capat...si nu i se accepta greseli nici unde...ca doar este femeie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El: Trezit dimineata...baut cafea...pleaca la munca...lejera...fara multa bataie de cap...se intoarce tarziu...obosit...mananca...tv+seminte...si somn...si de 2 ori pe saptamana ...fotbal cu baietii...ca nu-i asa....trebuie sa fie in forma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cine este mai puternic? Cine este superior in acest caz?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De cele mai multe ori barbatul = superioritate financiara dar nu mai este de mult timp o regula...si atunci? Unde este puterea? Superiorietatea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Un bărbat la librărie către vînzătoare:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Aş dori cartea cu titlul "Superioritatea bărbatului faţă de femeie"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Utopie şi SF-uri la etajul 1, vă rog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JekrndLz5NHqr1VYChcImuVKduw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JekrndLz5NHqr1VYChcImuVKduw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JekrndLz5NHqr1VYChcImuVKduw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JekrndLz5NHqr1VYChcImuVKduw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Unde&amp;nbsp;e timpul nostru...timp in care sa facem lucruri simple, sa ne plimbam in parc, sa stam pe-o banca...sa zambim..sa ne bucuram de fiecare strop de ploaie, sa ne jucam in zapada...sa mergem in picioarele goale...sa ne uitam la stele...lucruri care ne fac fericiti.&lt;br /&gt;
Ne plafonam cel mai frecvent in munca...si uitam de tot ce e frumos, sfant...&lt;br /&gt;
Totul se rezuma la job-ul nostru...job care ne aduce implinire profesionala, bani, statut in societate....dar cand le ai...realizezi ca...nu este chiar ceea ce ti-ai dorit...&lt;br /&gt;
Si fiindca acumulam stres, frustrari profesionale, incordari emotionale...toate datorita aceluiasi job ne refulam in sali de sport...mai pierdem si acolo timp...&lt;br /&gt;
Nu avem timp pentru noi, pentru prietenii nostri, pentru parinti...si timpul trece cu o viteza ametitoare fara nimic memorabil. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;- Ce ai facut anul acesta...am realizat proiectul x, y, z...m-am certat cu sefu, am castigat x euro, am fost la x intalniri de afaceri...dar niciodata...anul acesta am fost cel mai fericit. &lt;br /&gt;
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Inainte&amp;nbsp;de trece in acest an mi-am facut listuta cu ceea ce-mi doresc pt 2010 - printre multitudinea de dorinte...cea mai importanta este ca in acest an sa fiu fericita...si voi fi:)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Fericirea e un lucru marunt, e o aripa care vibreaza,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;fericirea e un lucru mic...un pitic ce danseaza..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-2564366216300383634?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/9BY5wr6wld8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/2564366216300383634/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/02/timpunde-te-duci.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/2564366216300383634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/2564366216300383634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/9BY5wr6wld8/timpunde-te-duci.html" title="timp...unde te duci...?" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/02/timpunde-te-duci.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECQnszfCp7ImA9WxBWEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-3776689124698637204</id><published>2010-02-03T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:47:43.584+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-03T13:47:43.584+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rautate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="&quot;Nu judeca ca să nu fi judecat&quot;." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="judecata" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inima" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dumnezeu" /><title>"Nu judeca ca să nu fi judecat".</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dv7aOEg7S_7QM_SA0-lUHz3_74s/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dv7aOEg7S_7QM_SA0-lUHz3_74s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dv7aOEg7S_7QM_SA0-lUHz3_74s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dv7aOEg7S_7QM_SA0-lUHz3_74s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Zace în noi o tainică răutate, căreia-i place să descopere nedesăvârşirile fraţilor noştri şi iată de ce, gata stăm să-i judecăm, uitând că judecata inimilor numai dreptul lui Dumnezeu este. În loc de a cerceta cu atâta pornire ispititoare cugetul altuia, să ne coborâm în al nostru. Găsi-vom destule temeiuri să fim îngăduitori faţă de aproapele nostru şi să tremurăm pentru noi înşine. Nu ai decât sarcina ta însăţi şi nu vei răspunde decât de tine. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-3776689124698637204?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/QCezK95sPkc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/3776689124698637204/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-judeca-ca-sa-nu-fi-judecat.html#comment-form" title="0 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/3776689124698637204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/3776689124698637204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/QCezK95sPkc/nu-judeca-ca-sa-nu-fi-judecat.html" title="&quot;Nu judeca ca să nu fi judecat&quot;." /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-judeca-ca-sa-nu-fi-judecat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcBRHozfip7ImA9WxBXFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-3157826570976107597</id><published>2010-01-26T14:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:47:35.486+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-26T14:47:35.486+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantezii" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barbati" /><title>barbati, barbati...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyvZhlspg63QFtxZ7Bn1eaeq418/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyvZhlspg63QFtxZ7Bn1eaeq418/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyvZhlspg63QFtxZ7Bn1eaeq418/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KyvZhlspg63QFtxZ7Bn1eaeq418/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oamenii cand se plictisesc isi pun intrebari despre lucruri aparent neinsemnate, si cand nu gasesc raspunsuri multumitoare...fac un studiu.&lt;br /&gt;
In urma unui astfel de studiu,cercetătorii au descoperit că "un bărbat obişnuit se gândeşte la sex de 13 ori pe zi, şi, în total, pe parcursul unui întreg an, de 4.745 de ori. O treime dintre ei admit chiar că sexul este primul lucru care le vine în cap atunci când se trezesc dimineaţa.&lt;br /&gt;
Pe de altă parte, femeile se gândesc la sex de cinci ori pe zi, sau de 1.825 ori pe an. Însă, atunci când vine vorba despre actul în sine, bărbaţii trebuie să se mulţumească cu o medie de doar două ori şi jumătate pe săptămână, sau 104 pe an."&lt;br /&gt;
Se pare că fac mai mult sex în mintea lor decât în realitate. Si nu este doar rezultatul unui studiu.&lt;br /&gt;
Zilel trecute intr-un mijloc de transport in comun...pe un traseu ce are ca durata medie de parcurgere 4h.&lt;br /&gt;
Pe banci separate de un culoar un barbat,(in jur de 40 ani, cu un aspect cat se poate de simplu, de la periferia unui oras, ocupatie, probabil muncitor intr-o fabrica) si o fata (in jur de 20 de ani, dintr-o comuna, plecata in "tinutul fagaduintei" la facultate cu tehnologia la purtator).&lt;br /&gt;
El:Fata o sa ingheti acolo la geam&lt;br /&gt;
Ea: Da deja imi este frig, si mi-am pus si geaca&lt;br /&gt;
El curtenitor: Vino aici langa mine ca este mai cald&lt;br /&gt;
Ea:ok, aduc si calculatorul sa ne uitam la un film&lt;br /&gt;
Dupa 2h fata coboara...&lt;br /&gt;
El catre sofer mandru lingandu-si buzele: dak nu eram in masina ii "faceam felul".&lt;br /&gt;
Nici in visele lui cele mai generoase fata aia nu s-ar fi uitat la el in alt mod decat la un om simplu, fara nici o alta implicatie.&lt;br /&gt;
Dar el cu siguranta a si spus prietenilor lui ca "i-a facut felul" unei "prospaturi".&lt;br /&gt;
Si el este doar un exeplu mediocru...multi barbati vad o femeie, se ling pe buze, rar ii zic "buna", isi imagineaza ca fac sex si le povestesc prietenilor ce experienta sexuala extraordinara au avut ei.&lt;br /&gt;
Deci cand un barbat se uita fix...clar face sex cu tine...asa ca un capac peste cap sar putea sa il impiedice sa ajunga la orgasm;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-3157826570976107597?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/nURhMh00OvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/3157826570976107597/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/01/barbati-barbati.html#comment-form" title="3 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/3157826570976107597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/3157826570976107597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/nURhMh00OvM/barbati-barbati.html" title="barbati, barbati..." /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/01/barbati-barbati.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFQHw6fSp7ImA9WxBXEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-7895020657564611149</id><published>2010-01-22T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:26:51.215+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-22T11:26:51.215+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barbati" /><title>barbatii nu mint....fac arta....</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlEFBSOQV2kV6MR5F1CPH3QgsbU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlEFBSOQV2kV6MR5F1CPH3QgsbU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlEFBSOQV2kV6MR5F1CPH3QgsbU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LlEFBSOQV2kV6MR5F1CPH3QgsbU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Este cunoscut faptul ca barbatii mint mai mult decat femeile, este dovedit prin studii realizate &lt;a href="http://www.clickpentrufemei.ro/News/studiu-barbatii-mint-mai-mult-decat-femeile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...nu imi insusesc acesta afirmatie. Dar din punctul meu de vedere barbatii nu mint pur si simplu, fac o arta din asta. Ofera explicatii care mie cel putin nu mi-ar fi trecut absolut niciodata prin cap...la situatii aparent fara iesire.&lt;br /&gt;
O minciuna...pe care doar un barbat o putea nutri:&lt;br /&gt;
EL:Sunt in oras cu baietii, te sun cand termin&lt;br /&gt;
Ea:Ok&lt;br /&gt;
Seara...&lt;br /&gt;
Ea:Iubi...mirosi puternic a parfum de femeie&lt;br /&gt;
El:Nu...este parfumul meu...nou...&lt;br /&gt;
Ea:Dar il stiu si nu este el&lt;br /&gt;
El:aaaa..sati explic...astazi am dormit pe perna ta...si miroase puternic a parfum de-al tau, si mi sa impregnat mirosul in piele...asta trebuie sa fie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-7895020657564611149?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/YtMxRsGPMAA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/7895020657564611149/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/01/barbatii-nu-mintfac-arta.html#comment-form" title="6 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7895020657564611149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7895020657564611149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/YtMxRsGPMAA/barbatii-nu-mintfac-arta.html" title="barbatii nu mint....fac arta...." /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/01/barbatii-nu-mintfac-arta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08AQHcyfyp7ImA9WxBQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2793435544953090210.post-7092554435931687855</id><published>2010-01-12T15:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:17:21.997+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-12T16:17:21.997+02:00</app:edited><title>De ce avem nevoie de un blog?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zAv0Lu3l5MxTvl2onvN5aHy6ktg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zAv0Lu3l5MxTvl2onvN5aHy6ktg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zAv0Lu3l5MxTvl2onvN5aHy6ktg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zAv0Lu3l5MxTvl2onvN5aHy6ktg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Pentru a intra in aceasta comunitate mare si in continua crestere, pentru a urma tendintele actuale, sau pentru ca este un nou canal media?&lt;br /&gt;
Din punctul meu de vedere raspunsul include toate aceste variante dar in principiu scopul este promovarea, mai exact auto-promovarea. Ce mediu poate fi mai prielnic publicitati decat o comunitate mare si activa ce raspandeste informatiile in timp real in intreaga lume? S-au dezvoltat bloguri ce au ca scop vanzarea, si mai nou in Romania blog-urile ce promoveaza anumite companii..numite si blog-uri corporatiste. Important este ca a mai fost creat un canal media si publicitatea evoluaeza.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2793435544953090210-7092554435931687855?l=confidente-by-em.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~4/2eYYToG0Oss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/feeds/7092554435931687855/comments/default" title="Postare comentarii" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-ce-avem-nevoie-de-blog.html#comment-form" title="2 comentarii" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7092554435931687855?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2793435544953090210/posts/default/7092554435931687855?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ConfidenteByEm/~3/2eYYToG0Oss/de-ce-avem-nevoie-de-blog.html" title="De ce avem nevoie de un blog?" /><author><name>eM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02212204678803671407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="26" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsYhfqW5g3g/TTqvD5gu5rI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kmM2fo82s4I/s220/100_1548new.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://confidente-by-em.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-ce-avem-nevoie-de-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

