<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718</id><updated>2012-01-25T14:16:23.394+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fără minte dar cuminte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-1520941846714513112</id><published>2011-04-05T00:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:50:35.102+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-ti doresc eu tie, dulce Romanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Intr-o ordine aleatoare de idei, de cand tot analizez englezi si diferentele fata de ciobanii carpatini, am ajuns la o concluzie trista. Liderii nostri, pe care dam vina pentru tot ce e rau in Romania, sunt de fapt la fel ca noi. Reprezinta exact mentalitatea de roman autentic. Degeaba ne tot plangem, ii meritam. Pai daca tu, roman obisnuit ce esti, mergi cu masina prin oras si desi limita de viteza e de 50, tu mergi cu 60, de ce te astepti ca alesii tai sa respecte vreo regula? Daca scrie ca nu trebuie sa mergi cu autobuzul fara bilet, tu de ce o faci? Daca regula e sa traversezi pe la zebra sau sa nu parchezi sub semnul de parcare interzisa, tu de ce le tot faci? Instinctiv ocolim legea si regulile in fiecare zi, fiecare dintre noi. Preocuparea principala a tuturor e sa faca bani. Cat mai repede, cat mai multi. Uita-te la tine si spune-mi ca nu iti doresti asta. Apoi daca ai reusit sa-ti cumperi ceva, nu-i asa ca vrei sa stie toata lumea? Sa te aprecieze pentru valoarea si succesul pe care il ai. Fix acelasi lucru se intampla si cu liderii nostri atat de blamati si injurati. Nu fac decat sa respecte aceleasi apucaturi ale poporului care i-a votat. Toata lumea in Romania se plange. A devenit un sport national. Mai ales daca te uiti la televizor, toti se plang, incepand cu Mircea Badea si toate talk-show-urile politice si terminand cu entertainment-ul. Toata lumea plange si face misto de pitzipoance, cocalari si prosti. Pai daca sunteti asa destepti, de ce nu puneti mana sa schimbati ceva? Stiu de ce. "- Pai cu ce sa incep, daca nimeni nu o face, eu nu pot sa schimb lumea, pe cine sa alegem in locul lor?" Asa gandeam si eu, ca si eu sunt ca voi, plangacios si ipocrit. Vreau ca altii sa respecte regulile, dar eu nu le respect. E adevarat ca multe dintre reguli sunt cretine si exagerate, dar e vorba de mentalitate. In Anlgia, in mod firesc toata lumea respecta aceleasi reguli. Le-a intrat atat de bine in sange chestia asta, incat nici nu isi pun problema sa faca vreo combinatie, vreo manevra sau aroganta, cum le mai zicem noi. Ce-i drept, sunt si mai relaxati decat noi si nu se lupta in fiecare zi sa supravietuiasca, dar oamenii sunt modesti si se multumesc cu ce au. Aici e o clasa de mijloc uriasa, unde oamenii o duc bine fara sa se caliceasca, iar cei care au foarte multi bani nu o arata ostentativ. Si cel cu 100 de milioane de lire in cont si un coate rupte ca mine sunt tratati in acelasi mod. Stiu ca suna a poveste, dar asa e. Noi ne complexam unii pe altii si traim intr-o continua frustrare ca vecinul are mai mult ca noi. Din cauza asta unii au asa de mult de nu le mai ajunge, iar altii n-au dupa ce bea apa. E o mana de oameni in Romania care gandeste usor diferit, asa putini incat deocamdata nu pot face mai nimic, dar poate in timp mai molipsesc si pe altii. Poate accesul liber la informatie si usurinta cu care putem forma comunitati online ii va ajuta pe acesti oameni sa se cunoasca intre ei, sa se uneasca si sa faca ceva. Pana atunci eu strig sus si tare: schimba-te pe tine si apoi se vor schimba si ceilalti!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-1520941846714513112?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/1520941846714513112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=1520941846714513112' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/1520941846714513112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/1520941846714513112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2011/04/ce-ti-doresc-eu-tie-dulce-romanie.html' title='Ce-ti doresc eu tie, dulce Romanie'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-6142612489695140786</id><published>2009-08-25T00:04:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:55:39.792+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Baietii sunt niste dobitoci</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esti intrigat(a) de titlul articolului si te intrebi acum, oare o sa am rabdare sa citesc atat de mult ca sa vad la ce s-a referit? Pai hai sa vedem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu stiu de unde sa-ti spun ca incepe povestea asta, pentru ca incepe din mai multe locuri. De cand suntem noi mai mici asa, invatzam cum se face una, cum se face cealalta, ca doar nu ne nastem invatzati. Si invatzam experimentant, uitandu-ne la ceilalti, din educatia pe care ne-o lasa parintii, de la modele, de la tv, de pe net etc. Si ajungem noi la etapa aia cand incep sa zburde hormonii in noi, pubertate, nebunii. Lumea noastra, de altfel linistita pana atunci, capata noi dimensiuni. Descoperim ca exista o parte foarte importanta din noi despre care nu stim nimic si despre care trebuie neaparat sa aflam. Mai mult, hormonii o iau razna, incepem sa ne dorim chestii despre care inainte ne era rusine sa vorbim (sau cel putin unora). Toate bune si frumoase pana aici nu? Ce vremuri erau odata, cand eram noi mici si a dat pubertatea in noi lol! Da ce dracu' bate asta campii aici cu pubertatea lui? Helloooo, am trecut de mult de varsta aiaaaa!! Da ma stiu, stai ca vezi acum care-i faza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De aici incolo, treaba devine nashpa pt unii, pentru multi. Pentru ca sursele de informatii nu sunt intotdeauna celel mai sanatoase, mai ales acum in epoca internetului, saracii copii invatza din filmele porno de pe odc cum se face treaba asta care se cheama sex. Si vad ei acolo cum se agatza o fata, unde trebuie sa puna mana, ce trebuie sa faca si asa mai departe. Ba chiar ii vad pe aia din Motru sau din nush ce liceu ca se filmeaza si pun si ei indicatii explicite despre cum se face. Si pentru ca nu e nimeni care sa-i corecteze impresia facuta pe baza internet-porn-ului, el intelege ca asa se face domne. Si atunci, hormonii care zburda il fac sa actioneze ca atare. Adica vrea si el de la prietena lui acelasi lucru. Saraca prietena, pentru ca are doar 16 ani, nu stie nici ea cu ce se mananca treaba asta. Si pentru ca este presata de prietenul ei si de restul lumii care deja a inceput de la 14 ani, pana la urma cedeaza, desi nu e pregatita pentru asta. Motivele pentru care fetele isi incep viatza sexuala desi nu sunt pregatite emotional sunt foaaarte multe si de foarte multe feluri, dar efectul cam acelasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maryelise.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/couple_in_bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 392px;" src="http://maryelise.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/couple_in_bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Care efect fratzica ? (zic baietii) Lasa bai nene sa inceapa mai devreme, sa nu stam ca tine pe uscat pana la 18-19 ani, noi suntem mai precoce, ce stii tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai ce stiu eu e ca atunci cand iubita ta incepe desi nu e pregatita, incepe dintr-un motiv nesanatos. Era unu' mai batran, care zicea ca sunt 4 mari ratiuni pentru a face sex.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Pentru a face copii&lt;br /&gt;2. Pentru a satisface nevoile sexuale&lt;br /&gt;3. Pentru a implini si completa sentimentele&lt;br /&gt;4. Restul de chestii nesanatoase (pentru bani, pentru a tine partenerul aproape, pentru a manipula partenerul, de frica, pentru ca asa trebuie, nimfomanie etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum te gandesti tu de ce or fi ratiunile de la punctul 4 asa nesanatoase, mai ales ca majoritatea le au. Pai... sunt nesanatoase pentru ca majoritatea fetelor care se regasesc la punctul 4 si care au inceput atunci cand nu erau pregatie sau cu vreun tantalau, nu sunt satisfacute sexual. Cu alte cuvinte nu ajung la orgasm. Am aflat si eu cu stupoare ca exista extraordinar de multe femei/fete, care nu au ajuns niciodata la orgasm, desi au o viata sexuala destul de activa si de foarte mult timp. WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb eu, oare prietenul tipei nu se gandeste si el: bai frate eu chiar asa de praf sunt de nu sunt in stare sa o satisfac pe iubita mea? Se pare ca nu, din moment ce sunt atatia care nu par sa aibe niciun stres legat de orgasmul partenerei. Si mai mult, se lauda ca sunt barbati feroce, virili, 7 numere, 30 de centimentri, o bestie in pat! Nu pot sa inteleg cum poti ca barbat ce te afli in pat cu sotia/iubita, sa nu iti pui problema, oare de ce numai eu sunt cel care se simte cu adevarat bine? Oare de ce femeile mimeaza? Niste curve da-le dracu, mincinoase manipulatoare si oricum e vina lor ca nu ajung la orgasm pentru ca nu se concentraza, se uita in tavan si se gandesc ca la anu' trebuie zugravit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aici mai vin si alte probleme. Pentru ca femeii nu-i place asa mult cum iti place tie, evident ca nu o sa fie ea cu initiativa, n-o sa sara pe tine ca in filmele porno si o sa te rogi de ea sa-ti dea. Apoi, pentru ca motivatia ta de a o face e doar pentru a iti satisface nevoile sexuale, dupa ce trec 6 luni te plictisesti de aceeasi gaura si mai cauti si altele. Nicio problema, e cool sa ti-o tragi cu mai multe, dar apoi te insori, faci copii, ea se mai ingrasa, iar cauti altele, te prinde, prima data te iarta, tu o faci si a 2-a si a 3-a oara, ea baga divortz, copii tai cresc fara un model de tata, deci nesanatos, tu ajungi un betiv care uraste femeile si le considera pe toate curve, dar care in final se resemneaza si se multumeste cu ce apuca doar ca sa nu fie singur. Si uite asa se duce dracu toata viatza ta pentru ca atunci cand erai la pubertate te-ai grabit sa ii arati prietenei niste scheme vazute de tine de pe private spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vina este probabil a sistemului in care traim, a modului in care suntem educati de mici. Nu prea avem de ales ce informatii sa primim si de multe ori, informatia corecta nu e disponibila nicaieri. Acum faptul e deja consumat, traim printre milioane de fete si baieti frustrati din punct de vedere sexual. Si te mai miri de ce sunt femeile asa irascibile! Poate cine stie, de acum incolo ii invatzam si noi pe astia mici cum se face, poate invatzati si voi ca ratiunea cu numarul 3 e cea mai santoasa si ii invatzati si pe altii si traim si noi fericiti si satisfacuti pana la adanci batranetzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce zici?&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/7230009449306513718-6142612489695140786?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/6142612489695140786/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=6142612489695140786' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/6142612489695140786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/6142612489695140786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2009/08/baietzii-sunt-niste-dobitoci.html' title='Baietii sunt niste dobitoci'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-1868264461655169672</id><published>2009-04-04T00:50:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:15:21.341+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever ?</title><content type='html'>Bai cica exista o lista de chestii mai mult sau mai putin tampite din care ar trebui sa le bolduiesc pe cele pe care le-am facut si eu, asta ajutandu-te pe tine, asta in cazul in care ai rabdare sa citesti 200 de astfel de chestii, sa afli mai multe lucruri interesante despre mine. Nu numai ca sunt sigur ca nu sunt chiar atat de interesant, dar probabil o sa le citesti sa vezi cate din ele ai facut tu. Dar cica e fun si am primit leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://cerisedelacroix.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa-have-you-ever.html"&gt;Ceriza&lt;/a&gt; asa ca here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- da, catorva prieteni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- am inotat cu Ceriza dar nu e chiar asa wild cum pare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03) Climbed a mountain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- Retezat, Suhard, Bucegi si Venus :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- pe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://photos3.hi5.com/0014/453/646/Fu.ouX453646-02.jpg"&gt;Calutza&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; doar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06) Held a tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07) Taken a candlelight bath with someone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;with a special one only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08) Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- i still mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) Hugged a tree. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- i-am pus si mana pe fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Done a striptease&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- dar nu pe bani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12) Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16) Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- daca huge inseamna aci la noi la un meci de fotbal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19) Touched an iceberg &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-  i am an iceberg but i don't touch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) Slept under the stars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- ce vremuri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Changed a baby’s diaper. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- mine only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- eu chiar am facut dush cu meteoriti, nu stiu cine s-a uitat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;27) Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28) Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30) Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- e posibil dar nu-mi aduc aminte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Asked out a stranger &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- si asta e posibil dar nu-mi aduc aminte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32) Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - de ce ar face cineva asa ceva ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34) Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35) Held a lamb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;il chema Vasilica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; pt cei care nu inteleg intrebarea, zice daca am facut baie noaptea dezbracat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- pe strandul moghiorosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- n-am gasit niciunul suficient de destept dar inca mai caut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40) Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - nu avem in romania. ala din oraselul copiilor e praf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- mai degraba 2 ani in 3 luni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44) Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- mereu fac asa, tu ce te uiti ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45) Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- fu tare amuzant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47) Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- ce-aveti ma ? even for just a moment ? deprimatilor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- acum am 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of USA &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- de ce as face asa ceva ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- ma cam enerveaza dan dar merge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; daca ma intreaba daca am avut grija de cineva care era manga - da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- vise taica, vise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53) Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- hai, simtiti-va bine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country !&lt;br /&gt;55) Watched wild whales&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - la tv ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;57) Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58) Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- 2 chiar, cam 5000 de km in total (romania)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59) Rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61) Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- with kissez too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64) Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - e hai sa nu exageram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - nu da' ce tare ar fi, incerc maine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67) Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68) Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - era capra de fapt, si am supt direct de la tzatza (eram mic deh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- pai sunt supehero, de ce sa ma prefac ? ask Chuck Norris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;72) Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;74) Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - nici chiar asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76) Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77) Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78) Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- sa ce ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;br /&gt;81) Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82) Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- da, ce sa zic, umbla vorba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - va veni si ziua aia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- si ziua asta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- am renuntat la utopii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86) Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - da' ce sunt eu ma Zorro ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - ce e D&amp;amp;D ? Nu era D&amp;amp;G ? D&amp;amp;G ce e ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Gotten engaged&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92) Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- zob am facut-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- care din ele ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- ce intrebare e asta fratee ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102) Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;br /&gt;103) Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;105) Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs&lt;br /&gt;109) Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;111) Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112) Eaten shark &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- da, venise sa ma manance dar l-am halit eu! nu se astepta fraierul :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- parca da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- ce-i asta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118) Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;119) Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- check me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- l-am batut pe un tigan pe care il chema Tucu, pt ca se luase de frati-miu, apoi m-a urmarit cativa ani cu tiganii lui sa ma bata, n-a reusit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125) Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126) Raised children.&lt;br /&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy.&lt;br /&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134) …more than once? - More than twice?&lt;br /&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;136) Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138) Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback - ce sa faca ma ?&lt;br /&gt;143) Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144) Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;145) Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147) Been fired or laid off a job&lt;br /&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;150) Killed a human being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- glumeam ma hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;152) Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- pe bancheta din spate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- 190 km/h cu Fordutza, da imi iau eu ST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;157) Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;158) Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - hmm, p'asta am ratat-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;br /&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- da, de multe ori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- am donat sange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;172) Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;173) Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- mai mereu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;175) Gone back to school &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- cum adica ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176) Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177) Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;178) Petted a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://photos1.hi5.com/0009/566/932/sV3HrU566932-02.jpg"&gt;Mr. Green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; - WTF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180) Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183) …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- cred ca am mancat ceva peste prins de mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- o singura data, a fost misto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190) Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;191) Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;196) Dyed your hair &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- m-am oxigenat o data - nu, n-am poze :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;197) Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- ce sa faca ma ? pe mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199) Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200) Been arrested. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am zis eu ca sunt plictisitor!&lt;br /&gt;Urmeaza sa va spun 99 de adevaruri despre mine. Sa vezi acolo plictiseala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-1868264461655169672?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/1868264461655169672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=1868264461655169672' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/1868264461655169672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/1868264461655169672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2009/04/bai-cica-exista-o-lista-de-chestii-mai.html' title='Have you ever ?'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-6059286221761084644</id><published>2009-03-26T21:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:46:24.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca ma iubeste, o sa se schimbe!</title><content type='html'>Ma distreaza teribil tendinta asta, in special a fetelor, de a atasa niste reguli si obigatii cuiva care isi declara sentimentele fata de ele. Daca ma iubeste, tine minte cand e ziua noastra, ma suna in fiecare zi, imi da mesaj cu noapte buna, imi cumpara flori etc. Daca nu face toate chestiile astea, e clar, nu ma iubeste, nenorocitul!!! Desi suna funny sunt sigur ca te regasesti asa putin (ma rog, daca ai avut si tu o relatie mai lunga de 15 intalniri). In realitate, fazele astea sunt doar niste mici scheme ale fetelor (de obicei) prin care ii fac pe baieti sa se simta vinovati, astfel castigand mai multa atentie si afectiune. Oricum nu o sa fie niciodata multumite cu cat primesc, fie e prea multa, fie prea putina. Baieti, nu incercati sa le faceti pe plac, n-o sa iasa, mai bine le acceptam si iubim asa cum sunt, au totusi farmecul lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca ai observat, dar fetele atribuie obligatii si prietenelor lor. Din momentul in care 2 fete s-au declarat ca fiind best friends, e ca un fel de contract. Orice incalcare a contractului e aspru pedepsita. Astfel, daca ai apucat sa zici ca esti cea mai buna prietena ai ei, trebuie sa o asculti atunci cand s-a certat cu iubitu, sa mergi cu ea la cumparaturi, sa ramai la ea, sa o vopsesti, sa ii imprumuti oja ta, vreo 2-3 bluze, sa o suni periodic sa o intrebi ce mai face si nu stiu, voi stiti mai bine. Cred ca din cauza asta relatiile de prietenie dintre fete sunt asa tensionate si se sfarsesc mai mereu prin reziliera contractului. Baietii parca au contracte mai permisive. Ei au o singura clauza cat se poate de clara: frate nu te bagi peste femeia mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul intalneste fata, e atras de ea, ea e atrasa de el, pac - s-au cuplat. Se indragostesc ei acolo entuziasmati pana la urechi, capata incredere, se obisnuiesc unul cu celalalt, se cunosc...totul bine si frumos. Numai ca, in fiecare dintre etapele uneri relatii normale si tipice, indivizii se comporta diferit. La inceput baietii sunt atenti, politicosi, surprinzatori, amuzanti, in fine, dau ei tot ce au mai bun pentru ca vor sa o impresioneze pe fata. Fata e si ea aranjata, cocheta, rade la glumele lui, nu il critica pentru ca e politicoasa, foarte greu spune ce o deranjeaza, de obicei trece cu vederea chestiile marunte, ajunge la timp la intalniri, ce sa mai un vis. Ambii parteneri fac asta pentru a obtine siguranta ca celalalt il iubeste si nu il va parasi, sau ceva de genul. Dar dupa ce se ajunge la acel punct, nu prea mai sunt asa motivati sa se agite prea tare. El nu-i mai cumpara flori asa des, mai iese si cu baietii, mai sta si nebarbierit, nu ii mai acorda asa multa atentie si lista continua. Fetele incep sa-l intampine in pantaloni de casa mirosind a mancare din bucatarie si nu a channel no.5, incep sa-l critice pentru diverse lucruri mai mult sau mai putin importante, parca nu mai e asa interesanta orice gluma spune el...etc. Dupa care se dezmeticesc ei doi asa si zic: Bai nene, pai nu mai esti ca la inceput, te-ai schimbat! Nu mai esti omul de care m-am indragostit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/ScvpYdERQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vHhErkwSXhY/s1600-h/Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/ScvpYdERQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vHhErkwSXhY/s320/Broken_Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317600391369671538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si drama nu se opreste aici. De indata ce astia doi devin constienti de defectele celuilalt, se apuca sarguinciosi sa le repare. Adica incearca pe toate caile sa il schimbe pe celalalt, intr-un final ajungandu-se inclusiv la punerea la indoiala a sentimentelor lui prin faimoasa replica. Dupa ce se prind ei ca nu merge nici asta, incep sa se certe din ce in ce mai des din motive din ce in ce mai banale, tipa, se fac de ras, se jignesc, sparg 2-3 chestii dupa care se despart, seimpaca, iar se despart si tot asa de cateva ori, pentru ca in final sa se desparta de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ? Simplu! Pentru ca tipu ala pe care il vezi la inceputul relatiei nu o sa ramana la fel si mai tarziu, iar ala pe care il vezi mai tarziu nu o sa se schimbe. Deci, data viitoare cand iti mai vine sa te indragostesti nebuneste, tine cont de faptul ca nu o sa fie asa printul fermecat mereu si ca in final tot un fel de broscoi va ajunge. Cauta trasaturile definitorii si constante ale partenerului si tine cont de cele care se pot schimba. Daca ce ramane e satisfacator, baga mare! Daca nu, oricum tot aia o sa faci dar macar sa stii ce ar putea sa te astepte si sa nu mai fi asa surprins cand se intampla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-6059286221761084644?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/6059286221761084644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=6059286221761084644' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/6059286221761084644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/6059286221761084644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2009/03/daca-ma-iubeste-o-sa-se-schimbe.html' title='Daca ma iubeste, o sa se schimbe!'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/ScvpYdERQ3I/AAAAAAAAAAs/vHhErkwSXhY/s72-c/Broken_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-559411333480963657</id><published>2008-06-15T13:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:02:39.430+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teoria dragostei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SGgiDPKfEFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HQrLb_qZJkU/s1600-h/Poza+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SGgiDPKfEFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HQrLb_qZJkU/s320/Poza+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217457607314182226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ne intrebam cu totii ce-i cu iubirea asta, sentimentul asta ravasitor care ne da viata peste cap, care ne zdruncina valorile, ne taie pofta de mancare, ne face sa luam decizii majore intr-o clipa si in acelasi timp ne aduce in cele mai mizerabile stari din viata noastra. E clar o chestie foarte puternica si, din pacate sau din fericire, destul de putin controlabila. Una dintre nevoile mele este aceea de a intelege cat se poate de bine lucrurile care se intampla in jurul meu, de ce se inampla aia si cealalta, de ce oamenii reactioneaza intr-un anume fel, de ce eu simt si fac diverse lucruri. Pe cele mai multe din ele reusesc cu succes sa mi le explic si exact cand credeam ca le stiu pe toate, ma loveste dragostea asta in moalele capului si imi arata ca de fapt nu stiu nimic. Nicio problema, imi revin si incep sa analizez. Imi dau seama ca ceea ce numim noi iubire este de fapt un titlu generic pentru o suma de nevoi care se cer satisfacute, atractii fizice - mai mult sau mai putin instinctive, norme sociale, mass media etc. Din toate astea, rolul cel mai mare il au nevoile si nevoile astea se impart in categorii in functie de cat de repede se cer satisfacute si de tipul de satisfactie pe care il dau. De exemplu, o nevoie care ii motiveaza pe ff multi baieti sa le atraga pe fete intr-o relatie este, ai ghicit, cea sexuala. Asta se inscrie la nevoi primare si de obicei se cere satisfacuta cat mai curand. Legata de nevoia de a face sex poate fi si nevoia de apreciere ceea ce se transforma in nevoia de a face sex bine si de a fi apreciat pentru asta. De asemenea, daca faci sex bine, ti se confirma barbatia, valoarea, statutul etc. - tot o nevoie. Acum ca subiectul nostru este satisfacut sexual si apreciat el are nevoie sa se asigure ca nevoile astea vor fi satisfacute si pe viitor si astfel avem nevoia de stabilitate de care se leaga si nevoia de a avea incredere in partener si nevoia de cunoastere a acestuia. Corelata cu nevoia  de stabilitate si cea de apreciere presupun ca exista si nevoia de a primi si oferi afectiune, de a il face pe cealalt fericit. Pe langa aceste cateva nevoi enumerate mai sus mai pot exista sentimente de vinovatie, temeri de diverse tipuri, norme sociale, anturaj si lista variabilelor care compun sentimentul generic de iubire ramane deschisa. Avand in vedere cele de mai sus, concluzia mea este ca o relatie de succes este aceea in care nevoile partenerilor sunt compatiblie si aceea in care se tine cont de acestea. Din pacate nu toate nevoile noastre merg intr-un singur sens si se intampla de multe ori sa nu putem sa le satisfacem pe toate, mai ales in acelasi timp. De asemenea ele sunt de intensitati diferite, cele nesatisfacute mai mult timp, devenind mai puternice si cerand a fi satisfacute din ce in ce mai vehement. In acelasi spirit al teoretizarii abstractului se poate spune ca fericirea este momentul in care cele mai puternice nevoi sunt implinite. Si cum toata viata noastra este o goana dupa satisfacere de nevoi, se poate spune ca suntem toti in cautarea fericirii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu toata analiza mea amanuntita a dragostei, exista lucruri pe care inca nu pot sa le explic. Ce-i cu fluturii aia in stomac, ce-i cu toate nebuniile pe care le facem cand suntem indragostiti, ce-i cu depresia aia profunda legata de despartiri ? Daca totul s-ar rezuma la teorie cu siguranta nu ar exista niciuna din cele de mai sus. Deci pe langa toate elementele alea identificate de mine ca alcatuind sentimentul de iubire trebuie sa mai existe cel putin unul necunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar, pe de alta parte, daca le-am sti pe toate ce farmec ar mai avea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-559411333480963657?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/559411333480963657/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=559411333480963657' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/559411333480963657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/559411333480963657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2008/06/teoria-dragostei.html' title='Teoria dragostei'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SGgiDPKfEFI/AAAAAAAAAAg/HQrLb_qZJkU/s72-c/Poza+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-2018445372264890259</id><published>2008-02-14T01:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:27:38.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://everydotconnects.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/birthdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://everydotconnects.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/birthdaycake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://everydotconnects.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/birthdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ieri a fost ziua mea, da da da stiu la ce te gandesti, la multi ani, tot ce-ti doresti, alea alea. Mi se pare ff interesanta ziua asta. Am observat ca oamenii au trairi care de care mai diferite in zilele astea, dar cum a fost ziua mea si nu a lor, o sa iti povestesc despre ziua mea. E o zi in care ma simt special, ma simt privilegiat si ma simt iubit. E ziua in care vezi cam cat de mult te plac cei din jurul tau si desi tu iti spui cu o seara inainte ca va fi o zi obisnuita. De fapt esti destul de nerabdator sa vezi ce se va intampla a doua zi, ce cadouri vei primi, cine te va suna, cine nu. E o ocazie ff buna de a afla cam cat de mult te plac cei din jurul tau. Sigur poate cateodata nu e cel mai bun instrument de masura, pot exista anumite coincidentze nefericite, dar de cele mai multe ori cei ce tin cel mai mult la tine nu te uita si se bucura ca te-ai nascut si esti parte din viatza lor. Inca de cand eram mai mic am constientizat ca sunt ff norocos si asta se vede si in relatiile pe care le am cu cei din jur. Astfel ca de ziua mea am primit tot ce mi-as fi putut dori. Acum mai conteaza si ce-ti doresti nu ? Am primit atentie si afectiune din partea celor dragi si sincer nu-ti poti dori mai mult de atat. Am primit si cadouri, chiar super cool, dar cred ca pana la urma nu astea conteaza cel mai mult. Asa ca daca vrei sa primesti si tu ce am primit eu, fii si tu mai de gasca, fii mai bun, mai generos, razi mai mult si ajuta-ti prietenii pentru ca iti sta in putere nu pentru ca la un moment dat s-ar putea sa ai si tu nevoie de ei. O sa vezi ca la anu, de ziua ta o sa te simti mult mai bine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-2018445372264890259?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/2018445372264890259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=2018445372264890259' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/2018445372264890259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/2018445372264890259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-71247715207395815</id><published>2008-02-02T11:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:26:54.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Te gandesti asa cum a evoluat societatea asta in timp, cum am ajuns noi sa ne mutam din pesteri in blocuri, vile, cum in loc samergem la vanatoare, mergem la Carrefour, cum in loc de triburi acum avem Uninunea Europeana, legi, politie, pompieri si cate si mai cate. Desigur ca din toate punctele de vedere e mai bine acum decat acum 2500 de ani nu? Dar totusi, oare pe vremea aia conducatorii de triburi se imbogateau si traiau pe spinarea oamenilor fara sa le aduca niciun beneficiu? Probabil ca daca atunci s-ar fi intamplat asa ceva, conducatorul ar fi fost pus pe gratar urgent. Dar acum ca suntem mai multi, se pare ca suntem si mai prosti. Mecanismul e atat de simplu si noi atat de naivi incat de multe ori ma intreb ce caut eu in tara asta. Liderii nostri, cei care ar trebui sa ne reprezinte interesele, cei care sunt oameni ca si noi, cu nimic mai speciali, fac avere pe spatele nostru. Oricum suntem multi si nu se simte nu? Ba se simte, si ce se simte cel mai tare este felul in care suntem priviti de sus, ca si cum am fi o mare tara de sclavi care trebuie manipulati din cand in cand. Eu mi-am dat seama in ce stare suntem si la fel ca mine si alti romani dar ce facem ? Nimic, ce putem noi sa facem? Din punct de vedere legal, puterea pe care o avem noi este votul. Dar pe cine sa votezi ? NU exista nimeni care sa ne scoata din rahat. Ar mai ramane varianta emigrarii dar cum deja ne-au luat-o inainte toti tiganii si ne-au facut o imagine foarte buna pe afara, sunt sigur ca o sa fim primiti cu bratele larg deschise. Cu alte cuvinte, platim taxe in continuare fara sa primim mai nimik in schimb si speram ca alesii nostri sa aiba diferite accidente fatale, poate poate intr-o zi cand vor muri suficient de multi, vor ajunge la putere si oameni cu alte valori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-71247715207395815?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/71247715207395815/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=71247715207395815' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/71247715207395815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/71247715207395815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2008/02/frustrari.html' title='Frustrari'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230009449306513718.post-3461971131885894238</id><published>2008-01-30T00:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:24:28.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dupa lupte seculare care au durat cateva minute bune, a luat nastere ca prin minune si blogul meu. Un blog atat de mic si nevizitat pe langa milioanele de bloguri deja existente incat daca as vrea sa ma laud cu el n-as avea nicio sansa. Dar cui ii pasa atata timp cat poti sa scrii tot ce-ti trece prin cap fara sa te cenzureze sau sa te intrerupa nimeni. Acestea ziind fise, le urez cititorilor mei sanatate, fericire si alte chestii d'astea, dar si sa aiba rabdare sa citeasca toate tampeniile pe care probabil urmeaza sa le public aici si daca au timp si chef sa mai si comenteze, asa sa vedem care e mai destept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Over and out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7230009449306513718-3461971131885894238?l=faraminte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/feeds/3461971131885894238/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7230009449306513718&amp;postID=3461971131885894238' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/3461971131885894238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7230009449306513718/posts/default/3461971131885894238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faraminte.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-one.html' title='Day one'/><author><name>Aditzu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07715725066338199030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf5F7sXTYqk/SpgRAm9KWXI/AAAAAAAAABA/NoGtzW9uB_k/S220/hi5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
