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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Avem momente in viata cand pur si simplu, toate resursele pecuniare s-au terminat, ce-i de facut in astfel de momente? Cum ne "incurajam", pentru ca , dupa mine de la creier porneste totul, putem sa depasim momentul daca stim sa ne stapanim "capriciile" si poate chiar si sa gasim solutii salvatoare...asta mai ales in cazul nostru al femeilor cand lipsa banilor ar putea duce la o depresie...am gasit un articol pe un site, il voi da in copy paste&amp;nbsp; pentru ca sugestiile&amp;nbsp; venite zic eu ca sunt salutare:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;"1. Mort-copt nu te duce la magazin!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
De fiecare data cand avem nevoie de cate ceva, mergem la magazinul 
din fata sau la hypermarket. Dar mai sunt si alte lucruri pe care le 
poti face!&lt;br /&gt;
In primul rand, &lt;b&gt;intreaba-te daca ai intr-adevar nevoie de acel lucru&lt;/b&gt;.
 Zahar brun pentru nu-stiu-ce prajitura, o cheie franceza pe care o 
folosesti doar o data, un tricou tipator bun de purtat in Hawaii – iti 
par necesare pe moment, dar chiar sunt? Nu poti folosi ceva ce ai deja 
in locul lor? Tine minte, esti falit!&lt;br /&gt;
Pune-ti intrebarea: pot sa imprumut (nu bani!)? Sa revenim la cheia 
franceza de mai sus. Ce rost are sa o cumperi, cand 
vecinul/colegul/prietenul tau iti poate imprumuta una? Si-asa nu ai 
nevoie de ea decat o data pe an si ti-ar ocupa un raft in mod inutil pe 
timpul celorlalte 364 de zile din an!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Daca poti, negociaza!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Negociere inseamna mult mai mult decat obtinerea unui pret mai mic. Dar sa incepem cu acest caz. &lt;br /&gt;
In multe magazine, inclusiv in cele de imbracaminte, exista articole 
“deteriorate” care costa cu cateva zeci de lei mai putin decat cele in 
stare buna. &lt;br /&gt;
Nu iti spunem sa cumperi rosii stricate sau televizoare care nu merg,
 dar daca gasesti o pereche de pantaloni careia ii lipseste un nasture, 
de exemplu, multe magazine iti vor face o reducere (da, si in Romania!).
 Inlocuirea nasturelui te costa un leu, reducerea va fi de cateva zeci 
de ori mai mare!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Daca nu cumperi din magazin, ci de la o persoana oarecare, negocierea nu are limite! &lt;/b&gt;La chirii, tranzactii imobiliare, la masini sau la orice articol cumparat din piata/targ, negocierea e obligatorie!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Incearca trocul!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Exact ca si cu surprizele Turbo, cand vrei sa cumperi ceva, vezi daca
 nu ai ceva ce ii trebuie vanzatorului, mai ales daca este o persoana 
cunoscuta/apropiata. Poate faceti schimb. In locul unui program pentru 
computer il poti ajuta sa repare masina in week-end sau ii poti da un 
alt program pe care il ai deja. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Poate ca nu vei scapa de plata cu totul, dar e posibil sa obtii macar o reducere.&lt;/b&gt; Cand esti la fundul sacului, orice discount conteaza!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. Shopping programat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Daca amani cumparatul anvelopelor pana cand le-ai distrus pe celelalte 
si esti disperat, vei plati o gramada pe primele anvelope care iti ies 
in cale. &lt;br /&gt;
Intotdeauna &lt;b&gt;gandeste-te daca exista o perioada de reduceri pentru lucrurile care iti trebuie. &lt;/b&gt;Poti
 astepta pana atunci? Sau daca le gasesti la pret redus azi, nu e mai 
bine sa le iei, chiar daca nu iti trebuie in exact aceeasi zi?&lt;br /&gt;
Chiar si in perioadele cand nu sunt reduceri oficiale, exista site-uri sau reviste care ofera cupoane de la diferite magazine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Nu deveni sedentar!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cu totii avem marcile noastre preferate, magazinele unde ni se pare 
ca gasim intotdeauna ce vrem, mall-urile sau hypermarket-urile cele mai 
tari! In ceea ce priveste shoppingul, loialitatea e un lucru rau! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Nu te duce tinta la magazinul X cand vrei sa faci cumparaturi. &lt;/b&gt;Intra
 in mai multe, compara preturile, probeaza, chiar si daca nu ai bani la 
tine. Cel putin iti vei da seama care magazin vinde lucruri de calitate,
 care le vinde scump, care ofera servicii mai bune, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
Chiar si lucrurile de zi cu zi, cumparate de la un super-market cu 
adaosuri mari te vor costa cu cateva zeci sau sute de lei mai mult la 
sfarsitul lunii.&lt;br /&gt;
Obisnuieste-te sa observi diferentele de pret si de calitate dintre 
lucruri. Nu te lasa influentat de marca sau de locul unde este vandut un
 produs – poti gasi acelasi tricou alb pe care l-ai observat intr-un 
hypermarket oarecare si in mall, dar il vei lua la un pret de trei ori 
mai mare.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cauta mai mult si vei plati mai putin!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheltuie energie, dar economiseste bani! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pentru barbati ar mai fi o solutie demna de bagat in seama...asadar atentie dragi barbati cum faceti!!...urmariti textul din imaginea de mai jos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si daca va aduce norocul in fata una inconjurata de euroi, cred ca ramaneti a ei forever...:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ce ziceti de asta? ar fi pe placul vostru?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sursa citat: http://solvabil.hotnews.ro/5-feluri-de-economisi-cand-esti-la-fundul-sacului&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-6549049243099252832?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Buna sau rea, curiozitatea ne&amp;nbsp; roade pe toti, intr-un fel sau altul si daca e sa ma gandesc la inceputurile noastre pe pamant, uite ca inclin sa-mi raspund ca da! ...e buna!!!pentru ca daca Adam si Eva, n-ar fi&amp;nbsp; fost curiosi, poate azi noi nu eram fericiti pe pamant, daca omul nu ar fi fost curios de-a lungul existentei sale, nu s-ar fi ajuns la evolutie.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Honnore de Balzac spune"Curiozitatea este mama observatiei", deci cu alte cuvinte te scapa de ignoranta, te indeamna spre progres...daca nu esti curios, bati cu siguranta pasul pe loc, dorinta de a afla cat mai multe, se bate uneori cap in cap cu spontaneetatea. Bati pasul pe loc, dorinta ta de cunoastere, se bate cap in cap asadar cu spontaneetatea, cu cunoasterea si felul&amp;nbsp; tau de actionare.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="text_normal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Curiozitatea i-a impins&amp;nbsp; pe unii sa descopere America ...hmmm!!!..pe altii sa ajunga pe luna, si cine stie poate in viitor porti de nedeschis cum ar colonizarea unor planete, descoperirea tineretii&amp;nbsp; fara batrinete, sau pur si simplu alimentarea noastra cu pastile, pastila de mic dejun, de pranz si&amp;nbsp; cina, vor fi ceva obisnuit...sau de ce nu inventarea unor masini care sa circule cu puterea gandurilor noastre bune... buna curiozitatea deci...dar,dar si prapastioasa....ea&amp;nbsp; ii indeamna pe altii sa asculte la usa...uite deci o parte&amp;nbsp; rea...hehehe!! curiosii mor repede dar nu mor prosti, spun unii...sau"curiozitatea a omorat pisica, dar satisfactia a inviat-o", uite parca aceasta zicala are si acoperire...pentru ca, curiozitatea te scapa de ignoranta, nu uitati ca &lt;/span&gt;Albert Einstein spunea: &lt;b&gt;„Nu am nici un talent anume. Sunt doar extraordinar de curios.“ ...si uite asa au aparut&amp;nbsp; fruntasii societatii!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; D&lt;/b&gt;e multe ori, tocmai curiozitatea m-a ajutat&amp;nbsp; sa pot sa-mi clarific ideile, situatiile , problemele, m-a incurajat sa caut, sa ma edific, sa explorez din diferite unghiuri lucrurile...m-a facut sa progresez, sa stiu mai multe despre propria-mi persoana...nu va mai spun ca tot curiozitatea m-a facut cu o aglomeratie de virusi pe calculator, dar am invatat din toate cate cineva, chiar si faptul ca nu orice link trebuie deschis, pentru ca s-ar putea sa te coste...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Curiozitatea este combustibilul pasiunii, te duce la succes, chiar daca este unul mic, e meritul tau, am un&amp;nbsp; bun&amp;nbsp; prieten, care simte mereu nevoie de autodepasire, zilnic imi spune ca a descoperit ceva nou, se simte mai bogat&amp;nbsp; mental, si nu pot decat sa am admiratie fata de astfel de oameni, sa ma inclin in&amp;nbsp; fata lor..consider ca are dreptate, ca altminteri&amp;nbsp; nu am fi decat niste"&amp;nbsp; zombie "printre oameni....am trai cu trupul, fara minte fara spirit, fara suflet!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Curiozitatea este deci cel mai bun sentiment, toate descoperirile de-a lungul evolutiei umane au fost pura curiozitate si uite asa s-a ajuns la progres,&amp;nbsp; va intreb asa cum fac de fiecare data... ati fost curios/a, de cand va stiti sau nu? daca nu...v-as sugerea sa fiti, iar daca sentimentul s-a pierdut, cautati sa-l recuperati, oamenii curiosi sunt niste invingatori!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Raspunsurile vor fi&amp;nbsp; citite maine seara in emisiunea"Arta de a trai"...la &lt;a href="http://radiopapucel.caster.fm/"&gt;Radio Papucel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-6456361553586986143?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pornesc&amp;nbsp; acest subiect cu gandul ca poate voi avea multe voci care vor fi de aceeasi parare cu mine, adica, majoritatea dintre noi fabricam in mintea noastra minciunele autoamagitoare legat de iubitii nostri, tocmai pentru a trece mai usor prin unele situatii dificile, sau,&amp;nbsp; nu neaparat,&amp;nbsp; ci poate pentru ca atunci&amp;nbsp; cand iubesti chiar si defectele celui drag le pui la valenta unor calitati...si asta pentru ca oricum nu reusim sa-i schimbam defectul, stiti cum se spune"lupul isi schimba parul , da' naravul ba"....poate doar sa-l mai" indulcim" cumva,&amp;nbsp; daca in dorinta lui de a&amp;nbsp; fi aproape consimte acest lucru si isi da si el concursul, in a corija parte din defectele sale.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am multe prietene care spun ca desi vad in cel de langa el barbatul care are o aglomeratie de defecte si nu-l pot determina sa se indrepta dar cu toate acestea&amp;nbsp; au primit o dependenta de jumatatea lor si&amp;nbsp; spun ca nu cred ca vor putea sa traiasca cu un alt barbat, imi amintesc un caz concret cu o amica, care a ajuns in cele din urma sa fie batuta crunt, de sotul ei, dar care nu putea sa-l paraseasca pentru ca avea cu el doi copii , slab rationamentul, copii asistau la bataile care se repetau in casa, pana cand&amp;nbsp; n-am putut sa stau indiferenta si i-am propus sa divorteze, sa plece departe de&amp;nbsp; acest individ, care numai&amp;nbsp; om nu se putea numi... ci bestie, pur si simplu, intr-o iarna geroasa, a fugit desculta&amp;nbsp; prin zapada pana la mine, cand am vazut-o m-am crucit...am spus, "nu se poate!!! maine mergem si depui&amp;nbsp; cererea de divort", am participat la divort ca martor,&amp;nbsp; nu regret deloc, acum femeie e in Austria, e fericita, isi reconstruieste viata si pune capul pe perna linistita.A invatat sa fie fericita cu sine insasi si&amp;nbsp; i-am spus sa aiba grija cui isi va darui viata de acum inainte, pentru ca nu tot ce straluceste e aur...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trebuie sa avem doar forta si dorinta de-a cauta, pentru ca unii isi gasesc jumatatea mai devreme, altii mai tarziu, totul e sa nu renuntam! Sa ramai langa un om care&amp;nbsp; te loveste, te raneste verbal, te agreseaza, mi se pare o forma de masochism, ba mai mult&amp;nbsp; unele din dorinta de a nu-si" pata" jumatatea dezvaluind defectele sunt aproape dispuse&amp;nbsp; sa-l sustina, nefacand altceva decat sa-i dea puteri si mai depline!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Personal, am toleranta fata de defectele partenerului meu, adica nu ma cramponez de lucruri&amp;nbsp; marunte care pot fi depasite usor cum ar fi spre exemplu, o vorba aruncata la manie, dar care dupa cateva ore&amp;nbsp; este acoperita de o ploaie de pupicei, simtim cu totii nevoia descarcarilor emotionale, si uneori&amp;nbsp; cel drag si apropiat tie, este cel care cade victima...daca tonul&amp;nbsp; care vine ulterior, este unul plin de atasament si caldura, realizezi ca afectiunea ta nu are de suferit.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dar hai sa vedem dragilor, care ar fi defectele mai mari sau mai mici ale partenerilor sa stabilim un top al lor...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Multi nu recunosc nici in ruptul capului ca au gresit, o dau cotita, invartita, dar nu-si asuma greselile, pai cum poti sa nu fi scos din minti cu un astfel de partener? &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Unii sunt tipicari din cale afara, daca nu le iese ceva perfect te"freaca" pana&amp;nbsp; cand te seaca! sau pierd ore in sir pana cand le iese exact asa cum si-au dorit, bibileste, cioparteste, de se enerveaza si el dar nu se lasa frate!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daca e s-o luam cu barbatii, unii uita sa se barbiereasca cateva zile, nimic mai urat decat un barbat delasat, neingrijit!...dar nici in ce ne priveste pe noi femeile nu este placut sa vezi o femeie cu parul neingrijit, cu unghiile nearanjate...cu hainele patate...si lista ar putea continua...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imprastiatul hainelor prin casa, este o alta problema, care o intalnim aproape in fiecare casa, de regula unu' strange si altul imprastie....dar, nu numai hainele, uneori si celalalte lucruri, pe care daca nu le asezi la locul lort, devin o problema atunci cand le cauti, ajungand-se&amp;nbsp; chiar la certuri...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Veti spune ca nu suntem perfecti, de acord! recunosc ca nici eu nu sunt...cineva chiar mi-a spus cu ceva timp in urma, tocmai de asta te iubesc...si am inteles pe deplin afirmatia lui, si eu simt la fel cum simte el, pentru ca langa cineva&amp;nbsp; perfect m-as simti inferioara, are si&amp;nbsp; persoana in caauza multe defecte&amp;nbsp; unele le voi enumera acum sa fiu in topic, dar marturisesc ca nu ma opresc in a-l pretui la fel in continuare.Fac acest lucru pentru ca astept si din partea voastra la fel, adica sa nu ma lasati in gura lupului ci sa participati la comentarii!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Asadar, sa trec si eu in a spune defectele celui&amp;nbsp; drag mie....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La el stau cam asa lucrurile, are mania manipularii si a controlului: sa fie, dar sa fie cum vreau eu!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E o intreaga Odisee in mintea lui, este periculos de inteligent, se supara foarte usor, dar ii trece la fel de repede...asta pentru ca si el sustine ca perfectiunea l-ar plictisi ingrozitor...imi place insa un lucru la el care zic eu ca e de apreciat, ma intreaba mereu"ce parere ai, e bine asa?"...defectul cu fumatul, e unul&amp;nbsp; poate destul de&amp;nbsp; rau pentru el...fumeaza mult&amp;nbsp; si&amp;nbsp; acest lucru, desi e constient ca-i dauneaza, nu vad cum l-ar putea indeparta....tigarile electronice, poate ar fi o amagire...dar nu sunt sigura ca ar constitui solutia salvatoare, pentru ca nu-i plac surogatele...are tendinta de „a despica firul in patru“, incapatanat, sceptic si conventional ...usor materialist, pentru ca factorul"iti dau asta, dar,&amp;nbsp; imi dai si tu aia" functioneaza perfect! si cu toate astea&amp;nbsp; mi-e foarte drag! nu m-as vedea langa un barbat care le face perfect toate lucrurile, pentru ca repet - NU SUNT PERFECTA!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Raspunsurile voastre vor fi citite azi in emisiunea "Arta de a trai" de la ora 20.00&amp;nbsp; - 23.00, va&amp;nbsp; astept cu drag pe id-ul&amp;nbsp; de radio - radiopapucel@yahoo.com sau pe skype la radio.papucel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Azi poate ar trebui sa vorbim mai mult despre noi,despre ce ne dorim noi ,femeile de la viata...stiu veti spune ca un camin fericit,un sot care sa va iubeasca si copii ,evident care sa ne implineasca rostul nostru pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;
Ok! am inteles...dar,poate fiecare dintre noi are ceva particular,ceva pentru care lupta mai mult si mai mult,ei,bine!!!!... tocmai despre aceste particularitati as dori azi sa vorbim...&lt;br /&gt;
Auzisem mai in urma cu ceva timp un banc bun care legat de tema care ma gandesc ca merita sa-l postez!&lt;br /&gt;
El suna cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;
- Scumpa mea, care e dorinta ta cea mai arzatoare? Ce-ti doresti tu cel mai mult?&lt;br /&gt;
- Sa ma saruti in trei locuri…&lt;br /&gt;
- Unde, iubita mea?&lt;br /&gt;
- Pai…La Paris, la Venetia si in Bahamas!&lt;br /&gt;
Aha,deci e clar,unele doresc sa calatoreasca mult....Astea sunt gen Monica Columbeanu...;))&lt;br /&gt;
Altele fac tot ce pot sa sa realizeze profesional,cariera este pe primul plan.&lt;br /&gt;
Unele gasesc implinirea in viata de cuplu,fac compromisuri,trec peste toate greutatile vietii&amp;nbsp; numai sa pastreze armonie in viata de cuplu.&lt;br /&gt;
Iar unele isi doresc chiar foarte putin,vor doar sa fie respectate,rasfatate,iubitul sa-si petreaca cat mai mult timp cu ele,sa le plimbe prin parc de mana,sa le duca&amp;nbsp; asa,undeva intr-un loc fara sa stie unde anume,uite mie personal mi-a placut&amp;nbsp; ce-am auzit zilele trecute de la o prietena, am vorbit la telefon cu ea...mi-a spus ca au petrecut o zi execelenta,s-au plimbat mult pe jos....au mai oprit pe la o terasa,au mancat&amp;nbsp; s-au racorit cu ceva bauturi racoritoare,au vorbit,au povestit cate in luna si in stele si au venit acasa foarte fericiti...&lt;br /&gt;
Frumos,nu-i asa?Bucuriile vin din lucrurile simple...&lt;br /&gt;
Si totusi...care sunt dorintele voastre dragele mele?&lt;br /&gt;
Macar cele muzicale...daca altele nu le pot indeplini, asadar va astept la ora 20.00 la Radio Papucel &lt;a href="http://radiopapucel.caster.fm/"&gt;http://radiopapucel.caster.fm/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-2534486279729350643?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am ajuns la o concluzie foarte clara, ca nu pot renunta la un cadou pe care l-am primit de la cineva drag mie, de la cineva pe care il pretuiesc si il stimez, e vorba de 7 pacate, asadar radio Papucel isi va continua activitatea&amp;nbsp; incepand cu cu aceasta seara de la ora 20.00, ora Romaniei, spun asta pentru ca am multi ascultatori de peste hotare. Multumesc celor care au fost alaturi de acest radio, care&amp;nbsp; au insistat ca acest radio sa-si duca&amp;nbsp; drumul mai departe, multumesc pentru fidelitatea de care au dat dovada si multumesc lui 7&amp;nbsp; pacate pentru logo-ul facut si pentru tot ajutorul pe care mi l-a dat ca acest radio sa ajunga&amp;nbsp; la acest nivel!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pentru voi toti un pupicel in fiecare zi&amp;nbsp; cu drag si o imbratisare multumitoare!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Iar aceasta imagine este primita de la o ascultatoare care vrea sa ramana&amp;nbsp; sub anonimat, ii multumesc si postez imaginea....ma regasesc in ea...MULTUMESC, anonimo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-4894397468011898294?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; N-am avut niciodata&amp;nbsp; de-a face cu astfel de persoane care sa se incranceneze atat de tare, sa&amp;nbsp; se lupte cu&amp;nbsp; cuvintele atat de dur,&amp;nbsp; si unde pui ca se numesc si "Grupul prieteni adevarati", adevarati in ce? in sageti otravitoare indreptate asupra&amp;nbsp; adminului&amp;nbsp; si partenerului meu de&amp;nbsp; radio 7 pacate, care pur si simplu a spus un adevar, adica cum ca daca acest radio Papucel&amp;amp;Pupacel&amp;nbsp; nu ar fi fost creat de el, numele celor in cauza nu s-ar fi auzit&amp;nbsp; acolo niciodata, se pare ca s-au simtit foarte lezati de afirmatia colegului meu si au gasit de cuvinta sa -l faca"infumurat, om fara caracter, jeg de om..."si lista injuriilor ar putea continua, dar mi-e imposibil sa redau textele pentru ca pe mine personal m-au oripilat, cum poti sa ataci pe o persoana pe care nu ai vazut-o niciodata, nu o cunosti in realitate dar il faci in fel si chip?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De unde a pornit totul? de la un anunt pe care&amp;nbsp; una dintre doamnele din acel grup l-a scris pe site, pe Facebook, cum ca in acea seara eu nu voi avea emisiune si ca la radio va fi colega mea de radio, Violeta,....sigur domnia sa, nu a fost rau intentionata, NU O POT CONDAMNA,dar, s-a&amp;nbsp; facut indirect, fara sa realizeze, o lezare la radioul Papucel, pentru ca Radioul Papucel inseamna ECHIPA, NU&amp;nbsp; OLGA MORAR! Pe buna dreptate colegul meu de radio 7 pacate, si-a anuntat in direct retragerea, pentru ca, daca ascultatorii nu reusesc sa aprecieze meritele tuturor moderatorilor ci doar sa ridice in slavi un moderator, ( de data aceasta, fiind vorba de persoana mea), ceilalti moderatori, pierd din elan, in cazul lui 7&amp;nbsp; pacate, nu era numai vorba de&amp;nbsp; orele prestate pe radio ca DJ( unde marturisesc ca a cautat sa atinga toate gusturile muzicale ale ascultatorilor, respectand dorintele&amp;nbsp; lor, chiar cu riscul de a fi&amp;nbsp; facut "manelist", cand el de fapt si de drept nici nu avea acest gen muzical in PC-ul sau, s-a straduit insa&amp;nbsp; sa achizitioneze piese cerute de ascultatori...), el fiind si ADMIN al radioului .D-na in cauza si-a cerut scuze, mai ales ca indragise acest post de radio, ma indragise si pe mine si nu ar fi vrut sa se intample niciun&amp;nbsp; conflict...problema a degenerat insa in momentul in care eu am anuntat pe radio&amp;nbsp; ca ma voi retrage, pentru ca atat timp cat unul dintre fondatori se retrage mi se pare firesc sa dispara si al doilea, lucru pe care l-am explicat clar pe radio spunand cu convingere replica din"Titanic" -"daca cazi tu, cad si eu!", asta pentru ca 7 pacate era motorul acestui radio, inima acestui radio, a muncit ore intregi sa&amp;nbsp; priceapa taina radioului online, a realizat promo-uri de care chiar si radiourile in FM ar fi fost mandri sa le aiba...am tot respectul si admiratia pentru&amp;nbsp; abnegatia lui, pentru dorinta ca acest radio sa ajunga&amp;nbsp; unde si-a dorit, si a ajuns, in timp de 3 luni am ajuns la 1232 de fani, lucru dovedit pe site unde voturile se pot vedea clar, si atentie !!!nu se poate vota decat o data de pe un IP, deci Caster.FM nu permite decat un singur vot!Trendul era ascendent, ne bucuram de succes...dar, se pare ca&amp;nbsp; atat i-a fost dat sa fie, atat i-a fost dat sa existe! Mesajele foarte dure care s-au napustit asupra colegului meu, au lovit si in mine, pentru ca indirect in&amp;nbsp; acea vorba"cu cine te insotesti, ca sa-ti spun cine esti.."m-am regasit si eu... sigur el are&amp;nbsp; calitati manageriale, pe care eu nu le detin, el avand o echipa reala,&amp;nbsp; eu sunt o fire obedienta, am preferat ca "politica" radioului sa fie dusa de el , adica de&amp;nbsp; 7 pacate, dandu-mi seama ca o va duce mai bine ca mine... a fost omul care a tinut la fiecare moderator al sau in egala masura, ne-a" taxat" dar ne-a si "pupat" cand&amp;nbsp; am meritat...a fost un leader bun , cum eu nu as fi putut fi!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daca eu am gresit, daca am tinut prea mult la acel grup, incercand&amp;nbsp; sa multumesc&amp;nbsp; prin felul meu , (adica prin dedicatii)reclamelor pe care&amp;nbsp; cativa din grup le prestau pe Facebook, unele chiar aparand in blogul meu la imagini, dar care in final au reusit sa distruga visul meu si a lui 7 pacate de a face ceva frumos pe placul tuturor... IMI CER SCUZE!!! SCUZE CA AM ADUS&amp;nbsp; FARA SA REALIZEZ PREJUDICII MORALE LUI 7 PACATE... IARTA-MA 7 PACATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M-as bucura insa daca cei&amp;nbsp; din acel grup ar inceta cu mesajele tendentioase, urate, care ataca in mod gratuit o persoana care n-are nicio vina...si aici ma refer la Marcel Nicolau, cel care a fost cel mai vehement.....Marcele, acest om nu are nicio vina...SINGURA LUI VINA E CA A TINUT PREA MULT LA ACEST RADIO, S-A IMPLICAT PREA MULT...POATE IN DETRIMENTUL AFACERILOR SALE!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; M-as&amp;nbsp; declara multumita daca&amp;nbsp; cei in cauza citind&amp;nbsp; randurile mele vor avea puterea sa judece drept, impartial, asa cum stau&amp;nbsp; lucrurile de fapt...faptul ca m-au felicitat pe mine dar au dat in 7 pacate si in alti moderatori, asta suna exact cum ar fi spus"esti frumoasa, dar... ai copii urati"...sau , hai sa recunosc ca avea dreptate 7 pacate cand a spus am ajuns sa fiu bestia iar tu frumoasa...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daca acel grup a tinut cu adevarat la acest radio, daca laudele care le-au adus in timp n-au fost gratuite, ii rog sa nu mai continuie tiradele de injurii, ba dimpotriva sa aiba puterea de-a recunoaste ca" pacatul" ca acest radio s-a inchis le&amp;nbsp; apartine! Sper totusi ca mai exista si oameni nu doar orgolii nejustificate!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spun acum, "Adio Papucel...", TE-AM IUBIT PREA MULT SI UNEORI SI DIN PREA MULTA IUBIRE AJUNGEM SA GRESIM ...INSA CEI CE NE IUBESC , NE IARTA!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O veche zicala spune cam asa: "Fereste-ma Doamne de prieteni ca de dusmani ma feresc si singur..." hm!!! bun indemnul!...de ce spun asta? pentru ca am ajuns si eu sa zic la fel...am ajuns sa-l rog pe Cel de sus sa ma fereasca de prieteni, si asta nu pentru ca imi place sa generez conflicte,...nu! chiar nu! sunt&amp;nbsp; o&amp;nbsp; prietena obedienta, fidela si iubitoare...am rabdare sa ascult pasul fiecaruia....chiar daca...uneori ma oboseste acest lucru! Fiecare persoana este unica..atat timp cat eu nu pun prin convingerile mele&amp;nbsp; in pericol pe cineva, ma simt devotata acelei relatii, ma simt comfortabil cat timp si ceilalti se simt asa.... chiar daca nu intotdeauna impartasesc aceleasi prioritati cu prietenii mei, dar ma abtin in a le taia elanul, daca ei nu le impartasesc cu mine tot asa...nu ma cramponez, fiecare este liber sa faca ce simte ca e bine in primul rand pentru el si apoi pentru ceilalti.... ca stiti cum spunea si Creanga"mila mi-e de tine...dar cand ma gandesc la mine mi se rupe inima".&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daca ma refer la o prietenie ideala, ar fi multe de spus, dar, ma intreb cine vede azi prietenia ca pe o relatie serioasa? o relatie in care trebuie sa depui efort , sacrificii chiar pentru ca ea sa functioneze?...necesita implicare afectiva, care o faci" de buna voie si nesilit&amp;nbsp; de mine", exact cum se spune in fata ofiterului starii civile. Intalnim la tot pasul, prietenii destramate , tradate, ele consider ca au fost&amp;nbsp; realizate, cultivate pe baza de interes...iti dau asta, pentru ca tu imi dai aia...un soi de troc afectiv...asta pentru ca&amp;nbsp; acest cuvant e inteles gresit...sau e spus prea usor, prea usor dam acest titlu cuiva.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sigur ca factorul"dau si primesc" este unul care ar trebui luat in seama, in primul rand trebuie sa dai ca sa poti primi, ma intreb insa oare cati dintre noi am fost "colacul de salvare" cand un prieten a fost&amp;nbsp; la ananghie?Un prieten bun are intotdeauna incredere in sine, ceea
ce pe termen lung inlatura eventuale competitii, cand ajungi la competii cu&amp;nbsp; cel pe care il consideri&amp;nbsp; prieten....se rupe lantul...o veriga slaba cade si pierzi increderea...toti avem limite, daca ne respectam limitele, putem depasi "hopurile" prietenul nu are numai calitati, are si defecte, pentru ca nimeni nu-i perfect pe lumea asta, doar El e perfect!...asadar&amp;nbsp; iubeste-i si defectele, ia-l la pachet cum imi place mie sa spun, cu bune si cu rele...nu poti digera defectele?ok...inseamna ca nu-l iubesti indeajuns sa poti merge mai departe cu relatia...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imi place&amp;nbsp; sa cred ca&amp;nbsp; cele&amp;nbsp; mai puternice dovezi care stau la baza unei prietenii sunt: loialitatea, onestitatea, increderea&amp;nbsp; si de ce nu&amp;nbsp; dorinta de a face cum spuneam sacrifcii atunci cand e nevoie de ajutor...traim intr-o perioada moderna cand prin intermediul YM , putem transfera celor pe care ii consideram prieteni tone de&amp;nbsp; dovezi, totul e sa vrem!... sa ne implicam!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dar, daca nu i-ati gasit inca, sau daca, ma rog ati fost dezamagiti, ganditi-va ca si pe strada sunt zilnic accidente de masina, asta nu inseamna ca nu&amp;nbsp; ne vom mai urca&amp;nbsp; in masini&amp;nbsp; niciodata...deci perseverati!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Doresc sa gasiti prieteni adevarati care sa fie alaturi de voi si la bine si la rau neconditionat, sa va&amp;nbsp; bucurati de ei, pana la adanci batranete!Mult noroc in a-i gasi...si mult noroc in a pastra relatia pana cand moartea va va desparti!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sase ani, de cand nu te mai&amp;nbsp; pot strange in brate, sase ani de cand nu te mai vad, sase ani de cand ai plecat pentru totdeauna... azi vorbesc la perfectul compus, intr-un dialect al inimii la timpul trecut....am avut 27 de ani de iubire, am invatat sa plang cu zambetul pe buze, pentru ca&amp;nbsp; nu m-ai lasat sa fiu trista niciodata...chiar si de Dincolo, mi-ai spus in vise"Sa nu ma plangi...lacrimile tale ma ard!"...acum am amintiri frumoase si un timp dureros....“Numai iubirea limpezita de lacrimi poate ramane curata si vesnica.” spunea Khalil Gibran...azi lasa-ma sa plang...pentru ca VREAU sa plang!..Ana Blandiana poate va spune mai bine decat mine ce simt:&lt;br /&gt;
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Universul se strange&lt;br /&gt;
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Ca o minge plesnita&lt;br /&gt;
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Si-si lasa pe mine zdrentele reci."&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am multi ascultatori care dovedesc prin mesajele lor ca sunt adevarati romani, chiar daca sunt la mii de kilometri de tara,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; din varii motive alegand sa munceasca&amp;nbsp; in alte tari, unde munca este mai bine&amp;nbsp; remunerata, dar, pe de alta parte altii sustin( si cand spun altii ma refer la cei din tara care se lupta cu greutatile&amp;nbsp; crizei financiare care s-a abatut asupra Romaniei)ca patriotismul ar trebui sa se manifeste prin iubirea fata de tara, incredere in propriul popor cu dorinta de a ramane aici si nu a pleca peste hotare, a pastra respectul fata de stramosi....ba mai mult cineva apropiat mie, mi-a spus cand veni vorba de patriotism, cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;
"-Olga, eu imi iubesc pamantul romanesc, imi iubesc tara, si n-as schimba-o nici&amp;nbsp; chiar pe cea mai bogata tara din lume"...asta in contextul in care poate conditiile de viata il nemultumesc si pe el, legile sunt asa cum sunt si multe din ele obstructioneaza bunul mers al proiectelor oamenilor de bine din&amp;nbsp; tarisoara noastra....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cineva spunea:"Patriot esti daca faci, nu daca vorbesti. In momentul in care ai cascat gura sa afirmi asta, patriotismul ... a murit."...unii mai spun ca a fi patriot&amp;nbsp; nu trebuie sa faci mare lucru ci doar sa fii corect cu tine , cu cei din jur,sa-ti faci treaba cat mai bine acolo unde lucrezi, iar daca alegi sa pleci peste hotare comporta-te demn, civilizat si incearca sa promovezi frumosul din tara ta, asadar dupa acestia e simpla definitia, nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Marturisesc ca inainte de a incepe acest articol, am intrebat si&amp;nbsp; pe cativa din amicii mei de pe lista de YM, cum isi manifesta ei patriotismul si cum il inteleg, ma simt obligata, asa cum le-am promis sa imi expun si eu parerea, pentru mine a fi patriot inseamna sa-ti iubesti locul unde te-ai nascut, unde ai copilarit, unde te-ai format ca om, sa-ti aduci aminte de prietenii copilariei, de dealurile pe care ai urcat in excursii, muntii cu apele lor cristaline, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2055276741012024184" name="comentarii"&gt;de
 tot&amp;nbsp; si toate care&amp;nbsp; au insemnat ceva in viata ta, asta inseamna patria,
 iar&amp;nbsp; trairile si sentimentele care te-au incercat vis-a-vis de 
frumnusetile ei, astea inseamna dragostea de tara. Ca sa te respecti pe 
tine insati nu da mita, vei ajuta la disparitia coruptiei, spune 
adevarul pe fata si minciuna&amp;nbsp; nu va mai avea picioare lungi, dar 
problema e ca rabufnim usor, ne aprindem din te miri ce...si in loc sa 
fim uniti&amp;nbsp; nu incapem uneori unii de altii. Vrem cu totii schimbari, dar 
fiecare asteapta de la celalalt ceva... ori, schimbarea ar trebui sa 
inceapa de la noi...si apoi sa cerem altora!Imi amintesc ca in urma cu 
ceva timp, o vecina de-a mea, incerca sa-l convinga pe sotul meu, D-zeu 
sa-l ierte, sa adere la o secta de pocaiti, el a ascultat-o pret de 
cateva minute si&amp;nbsp; apoi i-a spus:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2055276741012024184" name="comentarii"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- Uite cum stau lucrurile, in momentul in care voi o sa-mi demonstrati prin comportamnetul vostru ca&amp;nbsp; sunteti&amp;nbsp; cetateni demni ai acestei tari, corecti, iubitori de semeni si oricand&amp;nbsp; gata sa va dati ultima picatura de sange pentru tara&amp;nbsp; si neamul asta...ma pocaiesc!(marturisesc ca el atunci era comandant de politie)...deci, nu in vorba sta iubirea de tara...ci in fapte!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si , acum hai, s-o iau si altfel, unii mi-au spus - ce face Romania pentru mine? de ce sa-mi dau viata pentru ea? imi da un salariu decent?imi ofera o pensie suficienta sa-mi platesc datoriile la stat?...iar, altcineva mi-a raspuns chiar mai dur: "frumoasa tara, pacat ca-i locuita...!"&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Sigur ca Romania nu mai este ce-a fost si poate nu va fi curand ce ne dorim...dar nu inseamna&amp;nbsp; ca nu va fi vreodata asa cum o dorim...sa nu uitam ca Romania are participanti la olimpiade internationale cu rezultate spectaculoase, are si a avut cercetatori recunoscuti&amp;nbsp; in toata lumea si inventatori de seama, sa nu uitam de Nadia, de Dukadam, Racovita, Vlaicu, Enescu si lista ar fi mult prea lunga, oameni care s-au facut cunoscuti peste hotare..medici care fac operatii reusite, oameni care muncesc pe bani putini , din pacate... dar cu pasiune si daruire, ei, fac cinste acestei tari, avem atatea "bijuterii "turistice...pe care am putea sa le exploatam, dar , frica de nou, ne sperie pe multi...&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2055276741012024184" name="comentarii"&gt; Foarte adevarat un lucru, am fost invatati&amp;nbsp; ca indiferent de ceea ce
 facem statul trebuie sa ne DEA, asa ca si acum prima data cerem inainte
 sa oferim, ceea ce e complect gresit, tot timpul ca sa primesti ceva, 
prima data TREBUIE SA DAI.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si mai am o intrebare, cati dintre noi cunosc imnul tarii? ..cati dintre noi la 1 Decembrie afiseaza steagul Romaniei la geam sau la un loc la vedere? apreciez romanii care acolo in strainatate unde aleg sa-si duca traiul&amp;nbsp; incearca sa creeze&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2055276741012024184" name="comentarii"&gt; comunitati puternice, nu le este rusine sa spuna: Da, sunt roman!!!&amp;nbsp; ei si acolo incearca sa-si pastreze identitatea.... Asta inseamna&amp;nbsp; tot&amp;nbsp; PATRIOTISM !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am o prietena in Italia , merg des la ea...chiar si bradul de Craciun avea beteala in cele trei culori, prin comportamentul ei&amp;nbsp; corect, primeste respect de la cei din jurul&amp;nbsp; ei, nu-i este rusine sa spuna ca este romanca, isi pastreaza demnitatea nationala!&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2055276741012024184" name="comentarii"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anul trecut am vazut un reportaj la TV , un cetatean care detinea o masina brenduita, pe&amp;nbsp; prelata laterala a TIR-ului&amp;nbsp; era arborat un pasaj din poezia lui Eminescu&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2055276741012024184" name="comentarii"&gt; "Ce-ti doresc eu tine, dulce Romanie?'in spatele masinii&amp;nbsp; indemnul&amp;nbsp; " Nu uita ca esti roman!"omul colinda cu TIR-ul lumea...era mandru ca-i roman! marturisesc ca si eu sunt mandra si oriunde m-as duce si oricat de bine mi-ar fi... n-as schimba-o cu&amp;nbsp; nicio alta tara, desi, as fi putut face acest lucru....si, asa cum a spus unul dintre cei intrebati&amp;nbsp; de mine, tot la vorba asta as&amp;nbsp; ajunge - "fie painea cat de rea, tot mai buna in tara ta!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Azi am lasat sufletului meu libertatea de-a se simti la el acasa...detasat, fara griji, fara "de ce-uri" inuntile...ca oricum raspunsurile nu le aveam la indemana si apoi la ce bun sa mi le mai pun? si ce credeti? am simtit ca pur si simplu se lumineaza....am simtit un senin imens, care-mi&amp;nbsp; acopera chiar si cea mai mica pata a unui norisor, care incerca sa&amp;nbsp; violeze&amp;nbsp; magia infinitului ....am simtit liniste si iubire....si atat!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cum am reusit acest lucru? simplu...am avut timp sa fiu eu cu mine insami....am facut o incursiune in"regatul" sufletului meu...il numesc "regat" pentru ca e mare...cuprinde zeci de suflete dragi mie...si nu stiu uneori&amp;nbsp; care este locul&amp;nbsp; fiecaruia...oricum ar fi,&amp;nbsp; si oricat de aproape sau departe, ii am si-i pastrez, cu drag, pe fiecare si la loc de cinste , asta pentru ca...., reusesc sa-mi aduca echilibrul sufletesc, ma ajuta sa constientizez implinirile, dorintele si toate bucurile pe care CEL DE SUS MI LE OFERA CU GENEROZITATE...imi dau starea de pace interioara.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Astfel de momente consider ca sunt partea vitala a vietii nostre, ne ajuta sa privim cu alti ochi viata, s-o luam chiar cu asalt, asa cum uneori ne surprinde si ea...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am oprit radioul, am stat intinsa in pat cu ochii inchisi si i-am conferit sufletului&amp;nbsp; lumina, care s-a instalat imediat ca si cum as fi apasat pe un buton, s-a simtit rasfatat, gingasit, tocmai pentru ca nimeni nu poate fi mai sincer cu el decat eu insami...i-am spus ca mi-e bine...ca ma simt iubita si ca da! sunt un OM fericit! ce pot sa-mi doresc mai mult decat atat?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daa!! veti spune ca exista si alte rasfaturi, rasfaturi venite de la persoana draga, de acord cu voi! nu sunt de neglijat nici acelea si tocmai de aceea am gasit sfaturi pe internet care cred ca ar prinde bine mai cu seama femeilor...daca sunt venite din partea barbatilor, atentie deci, dragi barbati !!!&amp;nbsp; :&lt;br /&gt;
"1. Complimentele venite din partea iubitului valorează cât un diamant în sufletul unei femei.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Admirația din partea partenerului iubit, face ca o femeie să se simtă fericită și împlinită.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Micul dejun sau cina pregătită de către bărbați din când în când este cel mai potrivit răsfăț pe care îl pot face femeilor.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Cadourile mici, simbolice, fac minuni! O simplă floare surprinde plăcut orice femeie.&lt;br /&gt;
Bărbați, nu uitați: o femeie răsfățată este o femeie fericită, iar o femeie fericită îl va face fericit pe bărbatul de lângă ea!" nu costa mult...dar valoreaza ENORM!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SI ACUM O INTREBARE :&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cat valoreaza pentru voi linistea sufleteaza, asa raportata&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp; euroi sau dolari? i-ati putea pun un pret?&lt;br /&gt;
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Am primit azi pe&amp;nbsp; mail&amp;nbsp; o intrebare care incerca sa primeasca si raspunsuri, raspunsuri care chiar pareau edificatoare, chiar daca sunt&amp;nbsp; spuse in chip de gluma, ascundeau un adevar, intrebarea suna asa:&lt;br /&gt;
Care este diferenta dintre MITA si DAR?&lt;br /&gt;
- Un DAR este atunci când cel care primeste spune: “Multumesc!”, iar cel care da spune: “Sa nu mai vorbim despre asta!”.&lt;br /&gt;
- O MITA este atunci când cel care da spune: “Multumesc!”, iar cel care primeste spune: “Sa nu mai vorbim despre asta!”&lt;br /&gt;
Asadar sa vedem ce spune DEX-ul :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="def" title="Clic pentru a naviga la acest cuvânt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MÍTĂ,&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;mite,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;abbr class="abbrev" title="substantiv feminin"&gt;s. f.&lt;/abbr&gt;
 Sumă de bani sau obiecte date ori promise unei persoane, cu scopul de a
 o determina să-și încalce obligațiile de serviciu sau să le 
îndeplinească mai conștiincios; șperț, șpagă&lt;sup&gt;.&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="def" title="Clic pentru a naviga la acest cuvânt"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="def" title="Clic pentru a naviga la acest cuvânt"&gt; Sunt 
convinsa ca toti am dat unui functionar public sau unui medic, ca sa ne"
 descurce" treaba o spaga, ca asa stau lucurile in Romanica noastra, 
intrebarea mea este alta...&lt;/span&gt;Cand dai? Inainte, ca sa il obligi, sau astepti sa iti faca serviciul si
 platesti dupa? Este o punere de acord, sunt asteptari diferite intre 
parti....?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dar, despre asa zisele "cadouri"date profesorilor...in ce categorie la incadram? Am citit undeva un citat care spunea ca in fiecare om exista o latura 
de violator sau de hot. Avem o parte intunecata, care prin educatie si 
disciplina sociala poate fi educata si, la un moment, dat internalizata....dar care sunt oare sansele de recuperare?...se mai poate trai in tara noastra si fara a oferi spaga sau mita sau cum vreti s-o numiti? exista oameni care refuza mita? exista cinste?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Astept raspunsurile in emisiunea mea de la ora 21..azi 30 aprilie 2012 , aici sau&amp;nbsp; accesand id-ul de YM - radiopapucel@yahoo.com, pe skype la id:radio.papucel, puteti fi luati in direct!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seara implinitoare!....si va" mituiesc" cu o melodie in "dar" muzical...cea care va poate atinge sufletul&amp;nbsp; accesand:&lt;a href="http://radiopapucel.caster.fm/"&gt; Radio Papuce&amp;amp;Pupacel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;IMAGINILE APARTIN PRIETENILOR DIN GRUPUL"PRIETENI ADEVARATI "si au fost postate pe&amp;nbsp; profilul radioului nostru de pe Facebook&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/272245139509027/"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/groups/272245139509027/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-3734371098421943970?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mai in urma cu cateva minute vorbeam cu o&amp;nbsp; persoana draga mie &amp;nbsp; despre un obicei prost pe care il au unii...care se trezesc tam- nesam "ombelico del mondo" si isi inchipuie ca le este permis totul, chiar si nesimtirea de a te suna in miez de noapte, ca, vezi bine si-a adus el aminte de-o chestie apusa, o chestie care s-a intamplat acum o luna... si" pedaland" eu asa prin gandurile mele ,acum,&amp;nbsp; ma gandeam ca poate asta o fi o moda noua, nu sunt in trend si am lipsit&amp;nbsp; la lectia asta de viata...poate asa se cade...si, pentru ca de fiecare data cand am nedumeriri, nu mi-e rusine sa intreb si pe cei din jurul meu, daca e bine sau nu e bine...o fac si acum....deci, dragii mei, telefoanele nocturne au devenit o noua moda si nu ma am eu cu moda? ..oi fi "expirata, mai...o paguba...ma!"vorba lui Maximilian in piesa lui "Sofie".... sofisticata,mai...!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hmmm, Olga...mi-am zis, mai trebuie sa-ti vopsesti parul tau blond platinat in unul mai inchis... si sa-ti faci implanturi la creieras,&amp;nbsp; ca poate asa nu o sa&amp;nbsp; mai raspunzi la numere aiurea la miez de noapte, care&amp;nbsp; pur si simplu vin si-ti spun:"Evrika, am descoperit America!" dar America lor e WC din baie, unde poate au uitat sa traga apa!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nu vreau sa emit&amp;nbsp; axiome legate de telefoanele mobile, dar le consider necasara intrebuintarea in momentul cand vrei sa comunici ceva , urgent, oportun orei, care chiar nu&amp;nbsp; merita amanare...vrei pur si simplu sa lamuresti o problema care nu suporta intarziere, dar...,uite ca devin cu ceva mai desteapta incepand din aceasta zi...imi "mutesc" telefonul....el&amp;nbsp; de buna seama, nu se va revolta...pentru ca ce i-a fost dat sa auda, n-a fost pe placul lui si nici al meu! iar daca vor mai dori unii, altii sa incerce ii trimit frumos pe un site... este raspunsul meu pentru ei, sa-l aleaga pe cel unde se regasesc!...sa-si bage dintii&amp;nbsp; ascutiti&amp;nbsp; in beregata celor care le permit acest lucru, astfel de "oameni de bine" care pariaza pe faptul ca te&amp;nbsp; neutralizeaza, nu realizeaza ca de fapt iti dau sansa de a deveni mai puternic si mai bun...asadar... infruptati-va, si, sa auzim numai de bine !!! Le-ati cautat cu lumanarea..le-ati gasit!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O strigatura osheneasca spune cam asa:"omenia nu mi-o las...de m-or tine cu ovaz,cu ovaz de-a cailor, cu gura de-a mandrelor!"...eu as spune ca omenia, omenie cere... si cinstea , cinste cere...dar in ziua de azi ele au devenit delicatese, unde mai gasesti asa ceva? poate, doar asa, cu lingurita mai gasesti pe la unele case, cu toate ca moralitatea nu ar trebui sa fie ca o pereche de pantofi pe care o schimbi atunci cand se uzeaza, nu o pierzi nici macar atunci cand altii incearca sa te desfiinteze, poate doar atunci cand pierzi stima de sine...N-am incercat sa ma"dezbrac" de caracter nici macar atunci cand&amp;nbsp; unii m-au provocat...mi s-a parut ca as fi intrat in"hora"lor...si apoi, la ce mi-ar fi folosit?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nu incerc niciodata sa incarc pe altii cu setarile mele negative, poate putine persoane stiu cu adevarat cand mi-e&amp;nbsp; bine si cand mi-e rau, dimpotriva, eman tot pozitivismul de care sunt in stare, ma uimesc de multe ori si pe mine, ajung insa sa cred ca este un soi de iubire si asta, iubire de semeni....am multi prieteni virtuali, sunt intrebata zilnic"ce faci?...esti bine?"...le raspund&amp;nbsp; majoritatii"Sunt bine...multumesc!" pentru ca la o adica daca mi-ar fi rau...cine s-ar implica? cine m-ar ajuta? NIMENI!!! o singura fiinta s-a implicat (ma refer la cele cunoscute in virtualia), fara sa-i cer insa ajutorul...fara sa stie prea multe despre mine...doar ce postam pe un&amp;nbsp; forum, atat!... am s-o numesc cat traiesc ingerul meu pe pamant , este un OM ales, care se hraneste cu binele pe care il face celor care ajung in sufletul ei, am fost o privilegiata, sa pot s-o cunosc, sa pot s-o intalnesc si sa ma bucur ca D-zeu a lasat pe pamant si astfel de oameni, oameni determinati de aceasta valenta OMENIA!...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWtlU_10fUE/T5UWrQXEE2I/AAAAAAAADxw/fFOE3B5Wg44/s1600/DSC01301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWtlU_10fUE/T5UWrQXEE2I/AAAAAAAADxw/fFOE3B5Wg44/s320/DSC01301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Camelia Andrei, atunci cand credeam, sau mai bine spus cand nu mai credeam in&amp;nbsp; cinste, omenie, cand simteam ca prefacatoria, minciuna si fatarnicia sunt "podoabele"pe care&amp;nbsp; le poarta cu succes cei care&amp;nbsp; din varii motive(pe care acum nu mai vreau sa le numesc) au fost in preajma mea....mi-ai aratat ca nu toti oamenii sunt"cosmetizati" ca sunt si naturali, curati, asa cum esti tu!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Prietenii adevarati sunt rari, stiu asta, dar unul poate face cat 100 din cei de duzina,...hmmm!!! prieteni,da!! se numesc asa, te asigura ca sunt alaturi de tine, te pretuiesc, te stimeaza, dar...la primul colt te asteapta surpriza, improvizeaza scenarii, de care uneori ramai uimit, emotii trucate...oricum i-as numi artisti sau amatori ..joaca tare!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ma intreb ce-i mana pe unii in acest joc? foamea succesului, gloriei, foamea de bani...ajungand sa-si manince pana&amp;nbsp; si omenia,&amp;nbsp; crezand apoi ca odata"ajunsi"&amp;nbsp; regenereaza si&amp;nbsp; omenia....eu ma indoiesc! sincer, dar poate sunt persoane care&amp;nbsp; vin sa ma contrazica...le astept cu drag parerile!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Unii spun cam asa:"cu omenia mori de foame"...asa o fi? e o eticheta greu&amp;nbsp; de purtat? sau azi, oamenii moderni nu-si mai maninca omenia cum bine spunea cineva ci se maninca intre ei!?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="puntext"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cred ca odata cu Invierea&amp;nbsp; multi dintre noi am simtit o eliberare, o usurare de pacate, pe care cu voia sau fara voia noastra le savarsim...de Sf. Paste eu va invit la&amp;nbsp; pranzul sufletului meu...sa-mi culegeti dorurile, zambetele si "cozonacul" din suflet!...si nu uitati&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="puntext"&gt;versurile&amp;nbsp; lui Alecsandri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="puntext"&gt;"De la mine pin' la tine&lt;br /&gt;
Numai stele si lumina!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="puntext"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="puntext"&gt; Paste binecuvantat!Hristos a inviat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="puntext"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="puntext"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Imaginea apartine grupului" Prieteni adevarati "de pe Facebook...pe care ii salut cu dor si mare drag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-8417972426423497660?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si, asa cum bine imi amintesc ca spunea un prelat al bisericii ortodoxe, ca sa-l intelegem pe Hristos, nu crucea in sine e o povara si nu crucea noastra ne raneste ci vorbele biciuitoare si&amp;nbsp; privirile intepatoare ale celorlalti, vorbele si "privirile"...(apropos de barna in ochii tai...si paiul in ochiul altuia...)ele sunt uneori paralizante sunt ca niste spini care intra&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in carne vie! sunt ca un pumn in tample!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cineva imi spunea azi ca persoanele care se victimizeaza reusesc sa primeasca iubire din partea lumii...hmmm!! gresit! niciodata n-am&amp;nbsp; simtit ceva deosebit&amp;nbsp; fata de o persoana care incerca sa faca pe victima in ochii mei..si nici nu abordez o astfel de&amp;nbsp; atitudine...dar in inima noastra exista un rai si un iad...nu pot sa fiu placuta de toata lumea, asa cum poate nu plac nici eu pe toata lumea, pe cei care nu-mi plac...in asez in partea de jos, adica in" iad"ii inghet pur si simplu..nu ii ard! ca n-am eu acest drept...iadul&amp;nbsp; din inima mea e rece...odata ajunsi acolo, mai greu au sansa sa se ridice, ei poate m-au facut sa plang, sa sufar, dar, au fost poate intr-un anumit&amp;nbsp; segment din viata mea persoane apropiate mie...m-au ajutat&amp;nbsp; sa fiu mai puternica, sa stiu sa lupt cu viata, curajul, lupta in sine...cu viata poate il datorez si lor...dar ca sa vina sa le dau" decoratii" pentru ce au facut din Olga Morar, adica un OM&amp;nbsp; mult mai sigur pe sine si cu mai multa incredere in puterile mele proprii, fara sa mai caut"umere de urgente" asta,&amp;nbsp; mda...! asta mi se pare anormal!"DECORATIILE" le imparte numai EL!...dupa meritul si stradania fiecaruia!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Poate ziua"invierii"pentru cei inghetati in iadul sufletului meu va veni intr-o&amp;nbsp; buna zi....nu-i scot inca de acolo, ii tin sub supraveghere! o sa spuneti ca poate nedreptatesc acele persoane...asa o fi...dar ma intreb cat de normal e sa fii om ... sa iubesti, deci cat&amp;nbsp; de normal e sa fii nebun,&amp;nbsp; cat de normal este anormalul credintei si cat de anormal este normalul acestei lumi?...intreb asta....pentru ca toate acele persoane au sustinut ca ma iubesc, ca tin la mine, ca-mi sunt prieteni adevarati....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Raman in asteptarea Duminicii vindecatoare...dorind tuturor un Paste binecuvantat cu multa liniste sufleteasca , cu bucurii si impliniri infinite!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEerr8AsB98/T4gd23rsUZI/AAAAAAAADxQ/3X_-B2VlqkA/s1600/558228_2636266480816_1680110106_1702851_1420372415_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEerr8AsB98/T4gd23rsUZI/AAAAAAAADxQ/3X_-B2VlqkA/s1600/558228_2636266480816_1680110106_1702851_1420372415_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imaginile apartin "Prietenilor adevarati" de pe Facebook... le-au postat pe profilul&amp;nbsp; de pe Facebook a radioului!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiopapucel.caster.fm/"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Radio Papucel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-5250493849798992945?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Ca o piesă de teatru, aşa este viaţa: nu interesează cât de mult a ţinut, ci cât de frumos s-a desfăşurat.'' ....eu vreau sa multumesc azi&amp;nbsp; grupului" Prieteni adevarati "de pe Facebook, personal Zoitei din Franta, Ceraselei dar si lui Marcel care&amp;nbsp; fac publicitate radioului&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://radiopapucel.caster.fm/"&gt;Papucel&amp;amp;Pupacel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; mereu pe acest site...!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Codul bunelor maniere nu te invata cum sa spui “multumesc”. De fapt,  nici nu e nevoie de asa ceva, ci doar de o minima educatie prin care sa  stii ca e obligatoriu sa-ti arati politicos recunostinta, ori de cate  ori este nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Multumesc mult dragi prieteni......!!!! sunteti deosebiti! va iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aproape ca-mi&amp;nbsp; vine sa va spun ca la mine in Oas"Multam fain"...dar pot sa devin si&amp;nbsp; jovial cosmopolita&amp;nbsp; sa scriu si in alte limbi, voi dragilor meritati asta!..asadar:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grazie!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Merci !&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Danke!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you!&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4BswarigXk/T4SZSBgvi9I/AAAAAAAADxA/A9rinf8SIcY/s1600/424828_284277748310308_1342047234_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4BswarigXk/T4SZSBgvi9I/AAAAAAAADxA/A9rinf8SIcY/s1600/424828_284277748310308_1342047234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am si o poezie de la Ruxandra Voicu din Ploiesti careia ii doresc din suflet multi ani buni si frumosi aalturi de cei dragi&amp;nbsp; sufletului sau!Multa iubire si rasfat!&lt;br /&gt;
Foaie verde foi de tei,&lt;br /&gt;
astazi eu fac "53" &lt;br /&gt;
tuturor va multumesc&lt;br /&gt;
si v-astept sa va cinstesc! &lt;br /&gt;
la Ploiesti la cotitura,&lt;br /&gt;
cu-n gratar si bautura&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
cu Radio Papucel&lt;br /&gt;
ne trezim cu-n cantecel&lt;br /&gt;
tot cu el noi ne culcam&lt;br /&gt;
cu mult drag il ascultam!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
un pupic si inc-o mie&lt;br /&gt;
pentru Olga cea zglobie...&lt;br /&gt;
sa o pupacim, nu strica&lt;br /&gt;
pe Olguta cea dulcica !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-8924401865394332642?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pentru bani, imagine sau faima, artistii romani prefera "featuringurile"....mi-a placut ce-a spus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Flavius Buzila, solistul trupei Hara....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;"Featuringurile nu sunt o fita, daca sunt bine facute, ele chiar ajuta. Noi nu facem asta de dragul de a soca, chiar daca multa lume a fost uimita sa vada colaborarea dintre Hara si Tamango, de exemplu. Nu o facem pentru bani, este strict un proiect muzical". &amp;nbsp;Tamango a semnat un contract si a fost si platit pentru aparitia sa in piesa "Muro Shavo"...suna bine, mie chiar imi place! nu sunt o fitzoasa si ca atare &amp;nbsp;urasc persoanele care atunci cand aud de Guta,Copilul Minune...sau mai stiu eu ce voce care chiar merita ascultata spun pe un ton greu de inteles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;" dati manele....hmmm!! imi pare rau...nu ascult asa ceva....bleah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;"...mda! sincer n-am avut in zestrea mea muzicala piese cu manele, dar &amp;nbsp;de dragul unor voci care s-au vrut a fi auzite la radio am un folder cu manele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mi se spune ades urasc radiourile care dau manele, ca deh! rolul radiourilor e de a educa masele, publicul care ne urmareste, aici as spune ca nu e ca la scoala,publicul e deja format, gusta toate genurile muzicale, si apoi cine sunt eu sa ma pun &amp;nbsp;de-a curmezisul..daca n-au reusit persoane mai influente ca mine sa &amp;nbsp;faca o educatie muzicala la TV...la radiouri cu mii de ascultatori?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Asadar sunteti asteptati la Radio Papucel, UN RADIO PENTRU TOATE GUSTURILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Pentru ca sunt asaltata de multi ascultatori ai Radioului Papucel, vreau sa anunt si pe blog ca deocamdata serverul casterfm este in probleme tehnice si ca nu stim exact cand vom reincepe sa emitem, scriu aceste randuri spre a se intelege ca este singurul motiv &amp;nbsp;care ne tine departe de ascultatori...Papucelul nu s-a rupt in doua, e prea bine &amp;nbsp;"cusut &amp;nbsp;"ca sa sa se destrame...asadar, rugam respectuos ascultatorii sa aiba rabdare!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E greu cand nu poti defini natura relatiei, nu stii exact la ce te poti astepta....stii doar ca tot ce se intampla te implineste, dar, ai o lupta continua in tine insati ,gandurile care te bantuie, sunt de fapt emotiile, emotiile fiecarei intalniri virtuale cu el, emotiile insa nu au raspuns...si nu stii exact incotro te indrepti, se lupta cu tine permanent, sunt doua tabere, una ataca cu dezamagire, cealalta cu liniste si limpezime , prima tabara se mentine pe baricade, dar nu pentru mult timp, pentru ca oboseste si pleaca... lasand&amp;nbsp; loc linistii, dar uneori linistea e apasatoare...ati simtit acest lucru candva? eu da!...mda! poate o sa spuneti ca sunt o tipa - atipica...si asa este...nu va contrazic!...atunci cand este prea multa liniste, imi aduc aminte de momentele sclipitoare din relatia mea si&amp;nbsp; le invoc in mintea mea, mi-e dor de ele, sunt ca un parfum care iti dau puterea sa mergi mai departe!..am simtit parfumul si azi, si tocmai de aceea vreau sa ies, sa-mi aerisesc gandurile, sa-mi plimb dorurile pe strazi, sa le trimit departe, in ritmul galant al muzicii sufletului meu, care vrea sa mearga demn si senin mai departe!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;............. Si ma gandesc acum la o&amp;nbsp; melodia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; in care ma regasesc &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xo1ukl_balada-blondelor-iubiri-e-prea-frumos-la-tine-n-suflet_music"&gt;Balada fostelor iubiri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nicu Alifantis&amp;nbsp; o spune atat de frumos prin versurile superbe(George Tarnea)&amp;nbsp;ca si linia melodica de altfel...&lt;br /&gt;
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"E frumos, e prea frumos la tine-n suflet&lt;br /&gt;
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E tarziu, e prea tarziu la mine-n gand&lt;br /&gt;
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Impartasim, impartasim aceeasi soarta &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Am fost conceputi sa daruim si sa primim iubire, suntem dependenti de ea inca de la geneza...ne mana&amp;nbsp; spre cautare fantasme&amp;nbsp; iluzorii, ajungem&amp;nbsp; sa fim vanatori, haitasi sau pur si simplu&amp;nbsp; vanati...mai greu e pentru cei din urma cand descopera ca sunt pur si simplu intr-o simbioza duala dupa ce si-au pus la bataie intreg arsenalul sensual...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Asadar ce este virtualitatea? greu de spus...si totusi, o potenta sursa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de cautari, pierderi , cercetari&amp;nbsp; dar si izbanzi nebanuite, pentru ca aici sub un nume fals, poti sa fii cine nu ai reusit sa fii in realitate! poti fi Adonis, iar ca fata poti gasi o imagine a unui foto model si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; prin prezentari inteligent&amp;nbsp; alcatuite dai lovitura cea mare!...acuzi&amp;nbsp; lipsa unui web cam...si uite asa te joci de-a iubirea... sau mai bine spus..de-a hotii si vardistii...dar intrebarea e cine e hotul si cine vardistul? ...ca aici toti sunt curati, au functii...avocati...manageri de firme nimeni nu e muncitor...apoi, ar fi si culmea...are acel om timp de net? noooo!! nici vorba! ...unii iti spun din capul locului...nu stiu daca ne vom putea intalni candva in realitate...sunt&amp;nbsp; foarte ocupat, dar, doreste in continuare sa se amageasca cu cateva ore pe internet, sunt free distractiile&amp;nbsp; si&amp;nbsp; au parte&amp;nbsp; si de "orgasm neuronal"..pfai sa fie! in loc sa-i lase&amp;nbsp; frate, sa zburde liber pe campii! ma rog...dar te bagi in gustul omului?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sigur , faptul ca suntem diferiti si nu avem porniri identice,&amp;nbsp; iar unii dintre noi&amp;nbsp; mai avem si putin farmec personal, ne face sa atragem interesul unor persoane, care vad in tine&amp;nbsp; ceva deosebit, care iese din tipar, si in pofida&amp;nbsp; faptului ca n-are poza persoana&amp;nbsp; decat poate&amp;nbsp; un obiect , o floare sau un cer senin ii creezi tu o imagine, asa dupa felul in care&amp;nbsp; iti vorbeste...si culmea e ca ajungi&amp;nbsp; sa te indragostesti de o imagine "vorbitoare"...as fi ipocrita daca n-as recunoaste ca am reusit&amp;nbsp; chiar si eu sa ma indragostesc de o imagine de acest fel, tonele de cuvinte&amp;nbsp; bine mestesugite, m-au dat gata, eram convinsa ca e omul pe care il asteptam! dar...vai!! realitatea era total diferita...!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Unii iti cer in disperare web-ul, devin obsedati sexuali, daca nu le dai, te fac frustrata, iar daca emoticoanele care le dai cu generozitate,&amp;nbsp; alea cu pupicei si imbratisari, sunt la liber te catalogheaza drept usuratica....te judeca in fel si chip, ba daca&amp;nbsp; ajungi sa emiti si cateva reguli iti da ignor pe loc! &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Strasnic ignorul asta! ar fi perefect sa existe si in realitate! ne-ar scutii de unele aparitii neplacute, ce e mai trist e insa faptul ca uneori ar trebui sa dam ignor propriei persoane! pentru ca ne mintim pe noi...pur si simplu!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nevoia acuta de cineva ne face sa ne furam propria caciula! ne cream o identitate falsa, ne pierdem de noi insine, uitam cine suntem in realitate, pentru ca ne convine mai mult virtualia, acolo suntem protejati, acolo nu ne atinge nimeni...traiesti doar senzatiile acelea nesatioase de inedit, de magie care&amp;nbsp; te trimit&amp;nbsp; intr-o alta dimensiune!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi-am sters conturile de pe site-urile de socializare, tocmai pentru ca am realizat&amp;nbsp; ca am gasit parca trasi la&amp;nbsp; xerox identitati&amp;nbsp; care&amp;nbsp; pareau fabuloase la prima vedere dar, ascundeau atatea&amp;nbsp; lucruri paguboase incat&amp;nbsp; incat ignorul&amp;nbsp; pe care il dadeai era mult prea putin spre a te linisti sufleteste!...n-am terminat insa cu Facebook-ul, ei bine...acolo, am gasit FarmVille, acel joc care m-a fascinat si pe mine si pe fetele mele in asa maniera incat stateam pana la ore tarzii sa-mi culeg roadele, de parca mi-ar fi&amp;nbsp; adus venituri pecuniare...acum , am lasat-o mai bland...joc mai rar ca am intrat puternic in radio si timpul este cat este...nu pot sa trag de el ca de un elastic... traiesc asadar in spatele unui monitor, spun cu voce tare tot ce simt tot ce-mi doresc...desi uneori...as schimba totul pe realitate!Cutiuta cu iluzii, e plina de dezamagiri, dar si de impliniri, pentru ca in pofida faptului ca avem 20,30.50, 60 ani panoplia virtualitatii are acelasi numitor comun&amp;nbsp; socializarea...uneori char reusim sa ne surprindem pe noi insine...la cat de inventivi suntem! unii disparem o vreme...crezand ca am gasit ce am cautat, dar,&amp;nbsp; cand visele nu-si gasesc corespondent in realitate, revenim tot aici..sa ne vindecam ranile...ne motiveaza o alta identitate, ne anima....si uite asa..istoria se repeta!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Doresc tuturor iubire cat cuprinde si cat mai putine dezamagiri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055276741012024184-3502789318377010027?l=tasha-cutiutacuiluzii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anturajul mi se pare foarte important mai ales in&amp;nbsp; perioada&amp;nbsp; in care ne formam si educam stilul de viata, imi&amp;nbsp; amintesc ca eram la liceu si aveam o colega care fuma, era o buna prietena de-a mea, sefa de&amp;nbsp; promotie, periculos de inteligenta, dar, se apucase cam repede de fumat!...ma mai imbia si pe mine cu cate-o tigara, si pentru ca o apreciam foarte tare, chiar nu puteam s-o refuz...asa azi, asa maine...ca ma trezisesm la un moment dat ca vreau sa am tigarile mele, asta in conditiile in care eram in clasa a XI -a si banii mei de cheltuiala erau nu chiar foarte multi, noroc, ca ma simtise mama la un moment dat si puterea ei de convingere a fost mare...astfel incat in afara faptului ca am mai aprins cate-o tigara asa,din cand in cand la o petrecere unde se fuma si indirect participam pasiv si eu...preferand astfel sa fie tigara mea...nu fumul altora!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fine cred ca a fost si o forma de teribilism la inceput, pentru ca acea fata pentru mine era&amp;nbsp; un etalon pe care&amp;nbsp; as fi vrut sa-l urmez!...pasiunea pentru dans cred ca tot de la ea am imprumutat-o, m-a invatat chiar si dansul oshenesc, care este unul mai dificil,&amp;nbsp; sincopat...ea fiind oshanca&amp;nbsp; get beget!...ce-mi placea insa foarte mult la ea era ca avea patima cititului ca si mine...ne petreceam sfarsiturile de saptamana ba la mine acasa , ba la ea...si reuseam sa stam ore intregi asa&amp;nbsp; in tacere , dar fiecare cu romanul ei in mana!..ei dar si aici era o motivatie...sau mai bine spus o competitie...pentru ca aveam o profesoara de limba romana extrem de pretentioasa si aprecia mult nu pe cei care citeau&amp;nbsp; cartile din lectura obligatorie ci pe cei care&amp;nbsp; citisera lectura suplimentara&amp;nbsp; din&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scriitorii indicati de ea...si apoi cred ca era&amp;nbsp; culmea sa ma fi lasat&amp;nbsp; eu mai prejos decat prietena mea!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mai lipsea sa consume si alcool , ca asta ar fi pus capac la toate!..insa la acest capitol, imi amintesc ca s-a intamplat ceva neplacut in ce priveste anturajul fetelor mele, aveau o prietena a carei mama plecase definitiv in Franta si o lasase pe fetita in grija sotului si bunicii acesteia,&amp;nbsp; trauma fetitei de 10 ani, n-a fost una mica...dimpotriva.. tatal fetitei si-a refacut viata, s-a recasatorit, iar fetita a ramas in grija bunicii...fetele mele au cunoscut-o in perioada liceului, s-au atasat de ea foarte tare, este o fata desteapta, stilata, citita si poate ca avand prietenii care nu erau de ea a prins si placerea bauturii, cert este ca o data cand&amp;nbsp; plecata fiind cu sotul meu peste hotare in concediu si lasand&amp;nbsp; in grija mamei mele fetele...am observat la intoarcere ceva...aveam o colectie imensa de sticlute de bautura&amp;nbsp; in miniatura, iar stergand praful de pe ele la intoarcere, am vazut ca sunt violate...hmmmm!! mi-am zis! nu se poate, le aveam de atat timp acolo si fetele mele nu au fost tentate sa le deschida pana atunci...deci? compania cu fata care venise la ele pentru cateva zile, n-a fost una benefica...sigur, am luat-o ca pe o curiozitate , dar le-am explicat&amp;nbsp; asa pe intelesul lor ca aceasta curiozitate e daunatoare.Nu au renuntat la prietenia cu fata ...sunt prietene si acum dar...mai rarut..ca-i mai dragut...stiti cum se spune!Si apoi ma intreb si va intreb si pe voi ceva... poti renunta la prieteni daca ei au&amp;nbsp; vicii?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cam greu as zice eu, dar vorba cuiva....rau cu rau... dar, mai rau fara rau!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ....anturajul&amp;nbsp; bata-l vina&amp;nbsp; sursa tuturor relelor? sau e ca o perche de pantofi sau o haina dintr-un magazin...le vezi, iti plac..te uiti la pret, le probezi, daca iti vin bine le iei ...daca nu ...spui ca te mai gandesti&amp;nbsp; si pana maine iti trece!..gasesti o cale de mijloc in acest fel..ai incercat...nu ti s-a potrivit si spui&amp;nbsp; ca la jocul de carti - PAS!..PENTRU CA TE VREI INTREG SI SANATOS!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Traditia spune ca in aceasta&amp;nbsp; zi&amp;nbsp; barbatii sa bea 40 de pahare de vin  pentru ca sa fie sanatosi si sa nu se lipeasca bolile de ei tot anul.&amp;nbsp;  Aceste pahare se spune ca reprezinta sangele varsat de cei 40 de sfinti  mucenici din cetatea Sevastei. Cei care nu pot sa bea cele 40 de pahare  cu vin, e bine ca macar sa guste vin in aceasta zi de 9 Martie, sau sa  fie stropit cu vin, acesta insemnand sange si putere de munca peste an.&lt;span id="more-12544"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Daca in ziua de 8 martie, femeile au o zi a lor, ziua de 9 Martie, ziua  Mucenicilor, poate fi considerata in traditia romaneasca ca ziua  barbatilor. Asadar, dragi barbati,&amp;nbsp; bucurati-va din plin... azi aveti liber la toate.. aveti voi sa beti,sa va jucati pe calculator cat doriti fara sa va certe nevasta...sa va aruncati hainele&amp;nbsp; cum va taie mintea sa va uitati la meci cu baietii sa lasati vasele nespalate...sa aveti parte de 10 mega femei...sa faceti intr-un cuvant ce doriti!...hahaha!! asta pentru ca de maine totul revine la normal! :))&lt;br /&gt;
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