<?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-4438536842416360519</id><updated>2012-01-22T18:13:40.523+02:00</updated><category term='Muzica'/><category term='Filme'/><category term='Bancuri'/><category term='Clipuri'/><category term='Ganduri'/><category term='Diverse'/><category term='Cronica de Carte'/><title type='text'>blogul lui andrei</title><subtitle type='html'>In fata lipsei de logica a lucrurilor, nu este eficace decat puterea cu care crezi in ceva. Octavian Paler</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-7246122565622176937</id><published>2009-01-31T23:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:04:45.036+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Ce am face fara muzica?</title><content type='html'>am ascultat azi intamplator o piesa destul de veche ( de 10 ani..cam multisor nu?) care imi placea cand eram pustan. faine vremuri :) e vorba de highland-bella stela. iti propun dupa, sa asculti o piesa relaxanta- feel the sunrise, in special pentru iubitorii de house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXmBT3reahc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PXmBT3reahc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLaGPK1696o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLaGPK1696o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-7246122565622176937?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7246122565622176937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=7246122565622176937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7246122565622176937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7246122565622176937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2009/01/ce-am-face-fara-muzica.html' title='Ce am face fara muzica?'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-4550852804281348048</id><published>2008-06-15T15:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:15:04.846+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipuri'/><title type='text'>Discurs Robert F. Kennedy</title><content type='html'>Rostit in urma cu 40 de ani, discursul lui Robert F. Kennedy este mai mult decat potrivit pentru vremurile in care traim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_Vll-t0H6A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_Vll-t0H6A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of other human beings."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-4550852804281348048?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4550852804281348048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=4550852804281348048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4550852804281348048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4550852804281348048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/06/discurs-robert-f-kennedy.html' title='Discurs Robert F. Kennedy'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-9123236405149283809</id><published>2008-06-15T15:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:07:22.164+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Muzik de week end</title><content type='html'>Interesante, relaxante, linistite...ptr o stare mai..visatoare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzaAtiTmHuk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzaAtiTmHuk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-524bnuYdM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-524bnuYdM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rxgBQOinPs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2rxgBQOinPs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-9123236405149283809?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/9123236405149283809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=9123236405149283809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/9123236405149283809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/9123236405149283809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/06/muzik-de-week-end.html' title='Muzik de week end'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-242891145437431730</id><published>2008-05-03T10:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:28:41.428+03:00</updated><title type='text'>make Love, not War</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSvqaYH3_BY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSvqaYH3_BY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-242891145437431730?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/242891145437431730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=242891145437431730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/242891145437431730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/242891145437431730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-love-not-war_03.html' title='make Love, not War'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-8209477671352157327</id><published>2008-03-10T14:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:22:28.228+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipuri'/><title type='text'>Balbaiala, bat-o vina!! =))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiWIzkEDx_Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiWIzkEDx_Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-8209477671352157327?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8209477671352157327/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=8209477671352157327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8209477671352157327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8209477671352157327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/03/balbaiala-bat-o-vina.html' title='Balbaiala, bat-o vina!! =))))'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-7183609394958916897</id><published>2008-03-03T22:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:04:01.828+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>25t Hour (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Montgomery Brogan si-a ‘cumparat’ o viata frumoasa din mizeria altora: ca dealer de droguri isi permite lucruri la care toti oamenii viseaza. Viata lui este intrerupta in mod brutal cand  este arestat de politie si condamnat la 7 ani de inchisoare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmul ‘25th Hour’ prezinta ultima zi de libertate a lui &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Montgomery. Toate emotiile si sentimentele pe care le traieste stiind ca 7 ani ii vor fi ‘taiati’ din viata, sunt redate cu acuratete prin interpretarea remarcabila a lui Edward Norton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;Pe langa trailer, am postat si o secventa din film, este una din scenele mele preferate :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Za2k5wA3sk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Za2k5wA3sk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One wrong choice... one last night... 24 hours to live a lifetime.'&lt;br /&gt;'This life was so close to never happening.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-WuU7w3FCk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-WuU7w3FCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-7183609394958916897?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7183609394958916897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=7183609394958916897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7183609394958916897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7183609394958916897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/03/25t-hour-2002.html' title='25t Hour (2002)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-8957124888153869567</id><published>2008-03-03T22:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:14:38.180+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Portia de 'frumos'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Se zice ca nu ar trebui sa lasam sa treaca o zi, fara sa citim, sa vedem sau sa auzim ceva frumos. Asa ca iti propun sa asculti  Craig Armstrong feat Liz Fraser - This Love(e superba!) si sa  sa te uiti peste cateva poze dragute :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/URvC-7lcrvI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URvC-7lcrvI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xiiaTIoXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Dm9fy9BX1Uw/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xiiaTIoXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Dm9fy9BX1Uw/s320/DSC01193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173618415256510834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xii6TIoYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4KTvc7RuT_U/s1600-h/ganduri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xii6TIoYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4KTvc7RuT_U/s320/ganduri1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173618423846445442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xijaTIoZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5f5afgU9lGI/s1600-h/ganduri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xijaTIoZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5f5afgU9lGI/s320/ganduri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173618432436380050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh6KTIoRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6jhYuQihhLs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh6KTIoRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6jhYuQihhLs/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173617723766776082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh6aTIoSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1HyiccL5PpM/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh6aTIoSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1HyiccL5PpM/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173617728061743394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh7KTIoTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N_GFqZDJoh8/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+DSC01143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh7KTIoTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N_GFqZDJoh8/s320/Copy+%282%29+of+DSC01143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173617740946645298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh7aTIoUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/p-HmtnrC8MM/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh7aTIoUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/p-HmtnrC8MM/s320/Copy+of+DSC01140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173617745241612610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh76TIoVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EiTNpjamyGU/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xh76TIoVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EiTNpjamyGU/s320/Copy+of+DSC01190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173617753831547218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-8957124888153869567?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8957124888153869567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=8957124888153869567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8957124888153869567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8957124888153869567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/03/portia-de-frumos.html' title='Portia de &apos;frumos&apos;'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8xiiaTIoXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Dm9fy9BX1Uw/s72-c/DSC01193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-5590245242363474153</id><published>2008-03-01T11:57:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:14:38.994+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Iadul pe Pamant</title><content type='html'>Am primit zilele trecute pe mail o prezentare powerpoint. Numele prezentarii mi-a atras atentia: do never complain about the life you have. Am deschis-o..continea cateva poze facute de Kevin Carter. Pozele vorbesc de la sine si nu mai au &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;nev&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;oie de niciun comentariu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAKTIoNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8adSFysZXt8/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAKTIoNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8adSFysZXt8/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172714028287959250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAKTIoOI/AAAAAAAAADk/ARVpMZU3BNg/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAKTIoOI/AAAAAAAAADk/ARVpMZU3BNg/s320/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172714028287959266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAaTIoPI/AAAAAAAAADs/-KvEiibXuQQ/s1600-h/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAaTIoPI/AAAAAAAAADs/-KvEiibXuQQ/s320/Picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172714032582926578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAqTIoQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B8Q0rsdt4eY/s1600-h/vulture_kevin_carter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAqTIoQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/B8Q0rsdt4eY/s320/vulture_kevin_carter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172714036877893890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultima poza este 'celebra' si i-a adus lui Kevin Carter Premiul Pulitzer pentru fotografie in anul 1994.&lt;br /&gt;Poza a fost facuta in Sudan, o tara devastata de razboi civil si foamete. Poza reprezinta o fetita sudaneza care increarca sa se tarasca catre o tabara ONU aflata in apropiere. In spatele fetitei se afla un vultur care asteapta ca fetita sa moara pentru a o manca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intr-un interviu, Kevin Carter a declarat ca dupa ce a facut poza, a alungat vulturul iar copilul si-a continuat drumul catre tabara ONU. Apoi,  la umbra unui copac, timp de cateva ore, a fumat si a plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bantuit de ororile la care a fost martor si pe care le-a imortalizat in pozele sale, Kevin Carter s-a sinucis la scurt timp dupa ce a primit Premiul Pulitzer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am urmarit recent un documentar(&lt;span&gt;The Devil Came On Horseback&lt;/span&gt;) despre situatia din Darfur, Sudan. Pentru localnici, pentru oamenii simpli de acolo, viata de zi cu zi a devenit un adevarat infern, un adevarat iad pe pamant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2SGW7OwyWI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2SGW7OwyWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DRLhI1vyAg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DRLhI1vyAg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Filmul poate fi urmarit integral si pe www.youtube.com Este impartit in 10 videoclipuri.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spatele intregii tragedii umane se afla interese economice. Ceea ce explica si lipsa de reactie a ONU sau a marilor puteri, inclusiv a Americii, pentru a stopa genocidul.Pentru a afla mai multe informatii, click&lt;a href="http://www.ziua.ro/display.php?data=2006-09-30&amp;amp;id=208302"&gt; aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-5590245242363474153?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5590245242363474153/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=5590245242363474153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/5590245242363474153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/5590245242363474153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/03/iadul-pe-pamant.html' title='Iadul pe Pamant'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ysJFEpfuI/R8ksAKTIoNI/AAAAAAAAADc/8adSFysZXt8/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-1442771929822416596</id><published>2008-02-23T01:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:49:20.918+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>The Hunting Party (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;“Moartea unui milion de oameni este o statistica. Moartea unui singur om este o tragedie” (Lenin)&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dupa incheierea razboiului din &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bosnia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, doi fosti colegi de munca si vechi prieteni se reintalnesc. In amintirea vremurilor trecute, se hotaresc sa plece pe urmele ‘Vulpii’, pentru a realiza un reportaj incendiar- un interviu cu cel mai cautat criminal de razboi din &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bosnia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;‘The Hunting Party’ este un interesant film de actiune, dar nu numai. Este un film despre&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;drama&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;unei intregi natiuni sfasiate de un razboi civil lipsit de sens si soldat cu milioane de 'tragedii' &lt;tragedii&gt;; este un film despre drama unui &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;om care a pierdut tot ceea ce avea, in afara de dorinta de razbunare. ‘The Hunting Party’ este un film pe care nu trebuie sa il pierzi.&lt;/tragedii&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_y9_WuUIr4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_y9_WuUIr4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-1442771929822416596?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1442771929822416596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=1442771929822416596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/1442771929822416596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/1442771929822416596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/02/hunting-party-2007.html' title='The Hunting Party (2007)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-2065437568133660596</id><published>2008-02-23T01:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:38:51.814+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipuri'/><title type='text'>"Stay hungry, stay foolish."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Poate ca ai ascultat deja discursul pe care Steve Jobs – fondatorul Apple – l-a tinut la festivitatea de absolvire de la Universitatea Stanford. Daca nu, iti propun sa ‘sa tragi nitel cu urechea’,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;este un discurs motivational foarte reusit care te pune pe ganduri. Discursul este destul de lung, de aceea, pentru cei care nu au rabdare sa il asculte, am selectat cateva pasaje&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;“Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will make all the difference.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Steve Jobs)&lt;/u&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.” &lt;u&gt;(Steve Jobs)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.” &lt;u&gt;(Steve Jobs)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“…because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” &lt;u&gt;(Steve Jobs) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish. “&lt;u&gt;(Steve Jobs)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-2065437568133660596?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2065437568133660596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=2065437568133660596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/2065437568133660596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/2065437568133660596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/02/poate-ca-ai-ascultat-deja-discursul-pe.html' title='&quot;Stay hungry, stay foolish.&quot;'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-2518561500643371758</id><published>2008-02-23T01:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T01:35:24.412+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Muzica buna si atat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Linia melodica a piesei Give it Away-Deepest Blue e ritmata si plina de viata, exact ce iti trebuie ca sa intri in dispozitia de week-end ;) Dupa distractia de care vei avea parte zilele acestea, te vei putea relaxa cu superba piesa a lui Sting, Shape of My Heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VFKYeqz_J0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7VFKYeqz_J0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KX4jAplZb0Y&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KX4jAplZb0Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-2518561500643371758?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/2518561500643371758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=2518561500643371758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/2518561500643371758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/2518561500643371758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/02/muzica-buna-si-atat.html' title='Muzica buna si atat'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-6885567970186343430</id><published>2008-02-20T23:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:12:44.577+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Intrebari intrebatoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te-ai intrebat vreodata cum te vad ceilalti oameni? Cum te percep ca persoana si ce cred despre tine. Te-ai intrebat vreodata care e perceptia celor apropiati- a familiei si a prietenilor- si cat de diferita este aceasta perceptie de ceea ce esti si reprezinti tu cu adevarat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Nimeni nu te poate cunoaste mai bine decat tu insuti. In momentul in care te analizezi ‘la rece’, cu obiectivitatea si corectitudinea judecatorului care cereceteaza faptele acuzatului, te poti defini pe tine insuti prin visurile si dorintele tale, (de la cele mai mici si realizabile pana la cele care poate par de-a dreptul imposibile), prin modul de a gandi si de a actiona, prin ideile in care crezi cu adevarat si pe care le sustii, prin situatii in care te-ai aflat la un moment dat in viata si care ti-au scos in evidenta anumite calitati sau defecte, prin situatii ipotetice in care te-ai putea afla si care ar necesita o anumita decizie sau atitudine din partea ta. Tu te stii cel mai bine..mai bine decat iubita/iubitul, decat tatal sau mama sau sora ta, decat un amic sau altul, decat cel mai bun prieten al tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In functie de felul in care te percepi tu pe tine, iti creezi o idée despre cum te percep si cei din jurul tau in special cei apropiati, care se presupune ca ar trebui sa stie mai multe lucruri despre tine decat un oarecare coleg de la scoala sau munca, sau decat un oarecare amic cu care iesi ocazional, odata pe luna, la un suc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Te-ai gandit vreodata ca e posibil ca cineva apropiat sa te perceapa intr-un mod diferit, complet diferit, decat ceea ce esti cu adevarat? Si daca asta s-ar intampla, cum te-ai simti? Suparat? Sau poate ca ‘dezamagit’ ar fi un cuvant mai potrivit…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-6885567970186343430?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6885567970186343430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=6885567970186343430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6885567970186343430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6885567970186343430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/02/intrebari-intrebatoare.html' title='Intrebari intrebatoare'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-8390544874195742667</id><published>2008-02-08T22:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:21:11.707+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Gone Baby Gone (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actiunea filmului “Gone Baby Gone” este relativ simpla: intr-un cartier rau famat al Bostonului, o fetita este rapita. Matusa&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;acesteia angajeaza doi detectivi particulari pentru a o gasi si a o reda familiei, care insa nu reprezinta nici pe departe mediul ideal pentru un copil- saracie si o mama iresponsabila, dependenta de droguri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pe masura ce ancheta celor doi avanseaza, &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;icii noi apar la fiecare pas, pentru ca in final sa avem parte de schimbari rapide de situatie si de o dezvaluire surpriza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Gone Baby Gone” nu este doar un film de actiune. Ridica si doua probleme extrem de importante: pe de o parte situatia din cadrul anumitor familii, situatie ce pericliteaza dezvoltarea normala a copiilor datorita actiunilor iresponsabile ale unor parinti denaturati; pe de alta parte ne pune in fata unei ipostaze in care e posibil sa ne regasim oricare dintre noi- putem, in anumite momente, sa inclacam anumite reguli, daca stim ca deciziile si actiunile noastre vor produce rezultate benefice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Gone Baby Gone” este un film interesant, ce merita sa fie urmarit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Everyone Wants The Truth... Until They Find It.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f99Ep0koG84&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f99Ep0koG84&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-8390544874195742667?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8390544874195742667/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=8390544874195742667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8390544874195742667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8390544874195742667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/02/gone-baby-gone-2007.html' title='Gone Baby Gone (2007)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-4361758556880627708</id><published>2008-02-08T21:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:12:48.867+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Let You Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Un remix dupa binecunoscuta piesa Let You Go - ATB. Pur si simplu nu te vei putea satura de aceasta melodie :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-H6AgOh6VM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8-H6AgOh6VM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;I've been to all the familiar places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I've been running like a sentence never begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I've been looking for a way to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I've got nothing left to fill the spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I've got nothing but a centre coming undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I've been doing circles and it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every cloud in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every place that I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Tell me that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I was wrong to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every sound that I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every thought that I fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Tell me that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I was wrong to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; It’s the little things that make you crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Like the thought of someone touching your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I can see you everywhere I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You could be in a sea of faces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; It could be the rumour of your grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Swimming in the river as it flows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every cloud in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every place that I hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Tell me that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I was wrong to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every sound that I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Every thought that I fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Tell me that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I was wrong to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-4361758556880627708?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4361758556880627708/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=4361758556880627708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4361758556880627708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4361758556880627708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-you-go.html' title='Let You Go'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-3230593592090585397</id><published>2008-01-29T21:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:19:08.357+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>5 citate si un banc</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"De ce te temi de cea din urma zi a ta? Ea nu contribuie mai mult la moartea ta decat fiecare din celelate." (M. E. de Montaigne)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Pasiunile sunt creatorii marilor adevaruri." (Rivarol)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"De bun simt toata lumea are nevoie. Putini il au si fiecare crede ca il are." (Benjamin  Franklin) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman;" lang="RO"&gt;"Se zice ca timpul trece. Timpul nu trece niciodata. Noi trecem prin timp." (Garabet Ibraileanu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"A fi curajos nu inseamna a te arunca inainte in orice primejdie cu orice risc, ci a fi hotarat sa fii intotdeauna de partea adevarului." (Plutarch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Badea Gheorghe si badea Ion sunt trimisi de Ceausescu sa reprezinte Romania la  un congres international care avea loc la Paris. Aici , cei doi sunt cazati la  "Ritz" , ca si celelalte oficialitati. Cand ajung in camere, Gheorghe striga  catre ion :"Ma , tu vezi ca aci tate-s curate , ma?" "Da , ma... tare-i fain..."  "Ma , si ce bai faine au ..." "Da, ma..." , "Si in bai curge apa calda..." ...  "Pacat ca nu-i duminica sa facem baie..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-3230593592090585397?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3230593592090585397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=3230593592090585397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3230593592090585397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3230593592090585397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-citate-si-un-banc.html' title='5 citate si un banc'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-8047447930612827292</id><published>2008-01-29T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:56:34.472+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>I feel like dancing, i feel like dancing :P</title><content type='html'>Asta va fi senzatia pe care ti-o va crea urmatoarea piesa: Paul van Dyk - Let Go. O melodie perfecta pentru mijlocul de saptamana....un fel de red bull pentru starea de spirit! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bO0PMclabt4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bO0PMclabt4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-8047447930612827292?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8047447930612827292/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=8047447930612827292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8047447930612827292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8047447930612827292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-like-dancing-i-feel-like-dancing.html' title='I feel like dancing, i feel like dancing :P'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-3276816491303493939</id><published>2008-01-27T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:43:58.262+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Muzica de duminica :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Strays Don't Sleep -  For Blue Skies este una din piesele favorite a picaturilor de ploaie...  :P iar Toto Cutugno-Insieme...nu mai are nevoie de nicio introducere :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Q8xoRcnDC4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Q8xoRcnDC4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwlqNswQJ00&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwlqNswQJ00&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-3276816491303493939?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3276816491303493939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=3276816491303493939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3276816491303493939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3276816491303493939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/muzica-de-duminica.html' title='Muzica de duminica :)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-457954301746852474</id><published>2008-01-26T17:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:37:43.124+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>The Hurricane (1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Denzel Washington este Rubin ‘Hurricane’ Carter, un boxer de success cu sanse la cucerirea titlului de campion mondial. Visurile si sperantele sale sunt spulberate in momentul in care este inchis pe viata pentru o crima pe care nu a comis-o. Toate incercarile avocatilor sai de a-i demonstra nevinovatia si de a-l scoate din inchisoare se lovesc de un zid de tacere, coruptie, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;a si rasism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Constientizand ca va ramane inchis pana in ultima clipa a vietii sale, Rubin rupe legaturile cu tot ceea ce il lega de viata pe care o avusese inainte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Voi ajusta timpul propriului meu ceas. Cand ei vor fi trezi, eu voi dormi. Cand ei vor dormi, eu voi fi treaz. Nu voi trai nici in celula lor, nici in inima mea, ci doar in mintea si spiritul meu.”(Rubin ‘Hurricane’ Carter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Rubin se hotaraste sa scrie o carte despre viata sa si despre experientele prin care a trecut. Un tanar afro-american, impresionat de autobiografia lui Carter si convins de nevinovatia acestuia, isi determina familia adoptiva sa se implice in controversatul caz al ‘Uraganului’.Dupa 20 de ani petrecuti in inchisoare, Carter obtine o noua sansa: avocatii ii vor sustine cazul - cu noile dovezi scoase la iveala- in fata unui judecator al Curtii Supreme. Daca se va face dreptate, poti afla &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;marind filmul “The Hurricane”, bazat pe o poveste adevarata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsmszHWnO3k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsmszHWnO3k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-457954301746852474?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/457954301746852474/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=457954301746852474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/457954301746852474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/457954301746852474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/denzel-washington-este-rubin-hurricane.html' title='The Hurricane (1999)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-811097779342908788</id><published>2008-01-26T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:35:16.351+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronica de Carte'/><title type='text'>Cei cinci oameni pe care ii intalnesti in Rai - Mitch Albom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma uit pe raftul cu zeci de carti…niciun nume cunoscut. Privirea mi se opreste asupra uneia:”Cei cinci oameni pe care ii intalnesti in rai” de Mitch Albom. Suna bine, suna interesant. Iau cartea de pe raft, o deschid intamplator si citesc un paragraf: ‘Oamenii cred ca raiul este o gradina paradisiaca, un loc unde ei plutesc pe nori si huzuresc printre rauri si munti. Dar peisajul nu are niciun sens fara consolare. Acesta este cel mai frumos dar pe care Dumnezeu ti-l poate face: sa intelegi ce ti s-a intamplat in viata. Sa ti se explice. Este linistea pe care ai cautat-o.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Fara sa mai stau pe ganduri cumpar cartea. Odata ajuns acasa, devorez pagina cu pagina: Eddie- un batran care simte ca nu a realizat nimic in viata sa, moare intr-un accident. Ajuns in rai are parte de intalniri cu cinci persone pe care le-a cunoscut de-a lungul timpului. Din discutiile pe care le are cu acestea, Eddie va reusi sa inteleaga si sa accepte tot ce i s-a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;intamplat pe parcursul vietii, invatand de asemenea adevarate lectii despre sacrificiu, iubire, iertare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Cei cinci oameni pe care ii intalnesti in rai” este o carte plina de speranta si optimism, ce iti va aduce o mica unda de pace interioara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-811097779342908788?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/811097779342908788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=811097779342908788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/811097779342908788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/811097779342908788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/cei-cinci-oameni-pe-care-ii-intalnesti.html' title='Cei cinci oameni pe care ii intalnesti in Rai - Mitch Albom'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-5926639880412419883</id><published>2008-01-22T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:21:22.408+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>O chestie foarte haioasa pe care am primit-o si eu pe mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;PROFESIUNEA MEA, SICTIRUL&lt;br /&gt;Autor: JULIUS CONSTANTINESCU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Functionarele de la ghisee sunt acre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;Lucreaza cu publicul, care pune intrebari tampite.Sunt niste martire, termina programul c u nervii zdrente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Functionarul de birou e si el nemultumit.Ori n-are aer conditionat, ori il trage curentul.&lt;br /&gt;Prea mult de munca si prea multa rutina. N-are nici un chef de lucru.Daca ar face altceva, ar fi altfel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muncitorul sta la umbra. Nu se poate lucra pe caldura asta. Spre seara, cand caldura se mai ostoieste, e prea obosit. In plus, a si baut cinci beri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe distribuitor il deranjeaza traficul. E imposibil sa alergi prin oras, la cum se circula.&lt;br /&gt;Daca i-au dat de la firma un Matiz, ar fi lucrat mai bine pe Renault. Daca i-au dat o Skoda Octavia, ar fi preferat un Tico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziaristul face prea mult teren pentru salariul pe care-l ia. La banii astia, ar trebui sa scrie un text venit pe o agentie de presa, sa stea vreo doua ore pe messenger si s-o intinda acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economistul castiga mai mult, dar nu merita. La cat lucreaza, ar trebui sa-si permita o vacanta la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-CA"&gt;Monte   Carlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-CA" &gt; , o cabanuta la Bran si un &lt;span style="cursor: pointer;" id="lw_1201036807_18"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-5926639880412419883?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5926639880412419883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=5926639880412419883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/5926639880412419883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/5926639880412419883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-chestie-foarte-haioasa-pe-care-am.html' title='O chestie foarte haioasa pe care am primit-o si eu pe mail'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-6193636463796301499</id><published>2008-01-22T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:59:16.024+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Terra  Pura - Gabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;O melodie putin cunoscuta, insa 'tare' si relaxanta.Savureaz-o. :P&lt;br /&gt;ps: nu urmari videoclipu', nu prea are treaba cu melodia:). doar inchide ochii si asculta! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kx6261o7UgU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kx6261o7UgU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-6193636463796301499?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6193636463796301499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=6193636463796301499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6193636463796301499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6193636463796301499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/terra-pura-gabin.html' title='Terra  Pura - Gabin'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-1025425177614087052</id><published>2008-01-19T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:43:33.544+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Lions for Lambs (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;‘Lions for Lambs’ este un film complex, abordand mai multe planuri de actiune. Pe de o parte, filmul surprinde diferite puncte de vedere in ceea ce priveste ‘razboiul impotriva terorismului’, tema atat de mult dezbatuta in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, dar nu numai. Pe de alta parte trateaza un aspect la nivel de individ: iti folosesti oare timpul cat mai util, punandu-ti in valoare calitatile pe care le ai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Robert &lt;st1:place&gt;Redford&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Meryl Streep si Tom Cruise joaca in ‘Lions for Lambs’, o poveste care te va captiva din primele secunde: o poveste despre persoane care provin din medii diferite si a caror viata este conectata printr-un ‘efect de domino’; o poveste despre curaj si dorinta de a schimba lucrurile; o poveste despre implicare si apararea ideilor in care crezi; o poveste despre cei care &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;provo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;aca evenimentele si despre cei care sunt doar spectatori la evenimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“If you don't STAND for something, you might FALL for anything. What do you: live...die...fight...stand for?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yd7WNd9YsLw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yd7WNd9YsLw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-1025425177614087052?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1025425177614087052/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=1025425177614087052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/1025425177614087052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/1025425177614087052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/lions-for-lambs-2007.html' title='Lions for Lambs (2007)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-6705517091823557242</id><published>2008-01-19T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T00:44:00.852+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronica de Carte'/><title type='text'>« Convorbiri cu Octavian Paler « -Daniel Cristea Enache</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Il urmaream cand venea, in calitate de invitat, la emisiunea lui Gadea. Imi placea  modul lui de a fi : sincer, direct, obiectiv. Ii ascultam cu interes ideile, opiniile, argumentele. Era genul de om cu care ti-ai dori sa dialoghezi : o vasta experienta de viata,  un adevarat intelectual, o imensa intelepciune. Si mai presus de toate, om.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc momentul in care pe monitorul computerului mi-a aparut o fereastra de messenger, cu urmatorul mesaj : A murit Octavian Paler. Desi nu l-am cunoscut decat prin intermediul emisiunilor la care participa sau prin articolele pe care le publica in anumite ziare, am resimtit o imensa pierdere : disparitia unui om de o asemenea valoare., nu are cum sa te lase indiferent, chiar daca nu l-ai cunoscut personal, ci doar prin intermediul unei emisiuni saptamanale si a unor articole de ziar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Din dorinta de a-l cunoaste mai bine pe scriitorul si omul Octavian Paler am inceput sa ii citesc lucrarile, cartile. « Convorbiri cu Octavian Paler « iti dezvaluie, prin intermediul unui dialog intre Daniel Cristea Enache si Octavian Paler,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;universul celui din urma : idei, trairi, experiente, dorinte si vise trecute, regrete, opinii despre anumite evenimente si persoane&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O carte care te va face cu siguranta sa regreti ca nu il mai poti urmari in direct, in fiecare saptamana, ca invitat in emisiunea lui Gadea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In continuare am selectat cateva pasaje din acest volum de convorbiri, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pasaje ce ii apartin lui Octavian Paler :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Tot ce este mediocru in viata mea se datoreaza prejudecatii ca e bine sa fii ‘intelept’ in orice situatie. In fond, ce ne recomanda intelepciunea ? Sa fim atenti, evitand riscurile, imprudentele si excesele Sa facem totul ‘cu masura’. Si tocmai aceasta ‘masura’ o gasesc la originea tuturor regretelor mele, a pasiunilor ratate, a ‘nebuniilor’ netraite. N-am avut inteligenta sau norocul de a pricepe la timp ca adevarata ‘masura’ a vietii unui om nu se poate obtine decat prin ‘lipsa de masura’, dorind ‘fara masura’, indraznind ‘fara masura’, iubind ‘fara masura’. ” ( &lt;u&gt;O. Paler&lt;/u&gt; )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;«Desi ma banuiti ca-i pun la indoiala existenta, nu sunt in stare sa concep o lume ‘fara Dumnezeu’. Imediat, ordinea miraculoasa a universului s-ar prabusi in dezordine. In plus, mi se pare stupida indrazneala liber-cugetatorilor de a transforma biata noastra ratiune in zeu. Dar, recunosc, nu sunt in stare nici sa-mi imaginez unde se afla Dumnezeu si cum isi supravegheaza opera. [..] Va asigur ca ii invidiez sincer pe cei care pot spune, cu seriozitate, ‘cred’. Ei au un punct de sprijin solid. Pot pune pe seama lui Dumnezeu si ceea ce a fost si ceea ce este Asta mai imblanzeste regretele. » ” ( &lt;u&gt;O. Paler&lt;/u&gt; )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;« Toata tineretea mea m-am multumit cu ideea, simpla si chiar simplista, poate, ca nu Dumnezeu i-a creat pe oameni, ci oamenii l-au creat pe Dumnezeu, ca sa-si combata singuratatea, limitele si, in special frica de moarte.« ” ( &lt;u&gt;O. Paler&lt;/u&gt; )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“Da, am avut timp pentru multe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Inclusiv sa fiu altul decat cel care am vrut sa fiu. Am avut timp sa fiu egoist si superficial, am avut timp sa fac din regrete o boala incurabila. Am avut timp sa descopar ca lumea in care ma aflu nu e lumea in care mi-as fi dorit sa traiesc, fara sa fiu sigur ca exista vreuna cu care as fi fost compatibil.” ” ( &lt;u&gt;O. Paler&lt;/u&gt; )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-6705517091823557242?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6705517091823557242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=6705517091823557242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6705517091823557242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6705517091823557242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/convorbiri-cu-octavian-paler-daniel.html' title='« Convorbiri cu Octavian Paler « -Daniel Cristea Enache'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-3527374599391256590</id><published>2008-01-17T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:58:46.972+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clipuri'/><title type='text'>'Noi muncim, noi nu gandim!!!'  =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Niste 'genii' incearca sa urce intr-o dacie papuc... o masina mai mare decat chiar dacia :))&lt;br /&gt;Urmarind videoclipul n-am putut sa zic altceva decat: 'Mare e gradina ta, doamne!!!', ceea ce e doar o traducere pentru ce afirma cel care a filmat aceasta scena extrem de haioasa: 'Sunt prosti p**a !'    :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnXkAmufGSs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnXkAmufGSs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-3527374599391256590?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3527374599391256590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=3527374599391256590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3527374599391256590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3527374599391256590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/noi-muncim-noi-nu-gandim.html' title='&apos;Noi muncim, noi nu gandim!!!&apos;  =))'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-6548374031498060841</id><published>2008-01-16T00:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:29:23.275+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzica'/><title type='text'>Mario Lopez- Free Your Mind &amp; Rob Thomas - Ever The Same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Iti propun 2 melodii care imi plac foarte mult.&lt;br /&gt;Prima este Mario Lopez- Free Your Mind: este dinamica, plina de viata si de fiecare data cand o ascult ma incarca cu energie. Va avea acelasi efect si asupra ta?? Nu stiu.....incearca, sper ca da.. :) Iti recomand sa ai rabdare, primele 60 de secunde ale melodiei nu sunt foarte inspirate, insa apoi e chiar marfa :D&lt;br /&gt;Cea de a doua melodie este Rob Thomas- Ever The Same. Ritmul este lent si  linistitor, exact ce ai nevoie dupa o zi grea. :P&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa iti placa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki99mwYY2vc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ki99mwYY2vc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfwfJLDI3cg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfwfJLDI3cg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-6548374031498060841?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6548374031498060841/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=6548374031498060841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6548374031498060841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6548374031498060841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/mario-lopez-free-your-mind-rob-thomas.html' title='Mario Lopez- Free Your Mind &amp; Rob Thomas - Ever The Same'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-6621213000217439262</id><published>2008-01-16T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:17:46.917+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bancuri'/><title type='text'>Zambeste! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;La o nunta, un tip ii spune unui invitat:&lt;br /&gt;- Ati vazut cat de urata poate fi mireasa? De fapt, este oribila!&lt;br /&gt;- Ce ai, domnule? Nu vorbi asa de fata mea!&lt;br /&gt;- Ma scuzati! Nu stiam ca sunteti tatal ei.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu sunt tatal ei, sunt MAMA ei!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ion si Maria faceau dragoste. La un moment dat Maria zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Bai, Ioane, iti miros picioarele!&lt;br /&gt;La care Ion raspunde:&lt;br /&gt;- Daca vrei!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;La aniversarea de 20 de ani de la casatorie, dupa ce Ion si Maria au sarbatorit, Ion iese pe balcon si incepe sa fumeze tigara dupa tigara:&lt;br /&gt;-Ce ai patit, Ioane?&lt;br /&gt;-Mai stii acum 20 de ani cand ne-a prins taica-tau in capita?&lt;br /&gt;-Da!&lt;br /&gt;- Mai shtii ca mi-a zis ca, daca nu te iau de nevasta, fac 20 de ani de parnaie?&lt;br /&gt;-Da!&lt;br /&gt;-Ei bine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt; ieseam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-6621213000217439262?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/6621213000217439262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=6621213000217439262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6621213000217439262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/6621213000217439262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/zambeste.html' title='Zambeste! ;)'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-3390549475269168427</id><published>2008-01-13T01:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:02:15.857+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Nu mai avem timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ne grabim. Nu avem destul timp...Alergam incontinuu, agitati, stresati, presati de lipsa de timp. Chiar daca o secunda s-ar dilata si ar dura cat un minut, chiar daca japonezii ar inventa o pilula care sa permita omului sa traiasca 10000 de ani,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tot am resimti aceasta acuta lipsa a timpului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Oriunde ne-am duce, ne grabim. Nu mai gasim timp sa vizionam un film bun, sa ‘savuram’ o carte buna. Suntem atat de prinsi si de ocupati incat nu mai avem timp sa il ascultam pe interlocutorul nostru, ‘asa ca ne mai auzim, vorbim, poate chiar iesim la o cafea sa mai povestim, dar nu stiu cand, sunt extrem de prins momentan, dar ne auzim, ciao !’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nu mai avem timp sa ne bucuram de o zi calduta de primavara cu adiere inmiresmata, de o ploaie racoroasa intr-o zi toride de vara, de o plimbare tomnatica pe straduta plina de frunze fosnitoare, de concertul dat de fulgii de nea ai primei zapezi care acopera peisajul cenusiu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Nu mai avem timp sa privim un cer aproapa senin, cu doar un nor pufos ce are o forma caraghioasa. Ar putea fi un arc, sau parca seamana cu o inima...Ar putea fi orice si-ar dori imaginatia noastra sa fie, dar din pacate pana si ea este in criza de timp, caci acea forma pufoasa seamana a naibii de tare cu un ceas care ticaie din ce in ce mai repede pana ce ajunge la fatidica secunda a declansarii alarmei ce ne aminteste ca...nu mai avem timp : pentru dumnezeu, pentru &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ciocolata calda cu frisca si povestiri alaturi de un vechi prieten, pentru&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;duminica in familie alaturi de cei dragi, pentru a cunoaste, pentru a invata, pentru a ajuta dezinteresat pe cel care ne solicita sprijinul. Nu mai avem timp nici pentru noi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Eul : Esti fericit ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Eul : Ce iti veni cu intrbarea asta ? Bineinteles ca sunt, de ce nu as fi ? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Eul : Chiar mi-as dori sa te cred. Dar nu pot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eul : Oricum, fericirea e ceva complex. Cine poate zice ca este cu adevarat fericit? Recunosc… fericit e mult spus….mai degraba multumit, deci tot este oki, nu? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eul : Esti multumit?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eul : Nu cred ca pot sa spun ca sunt nemultumit, deci ..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eul : Nu ti se pare amuzant ca reusim sa ne facem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;timp pentru o mie de chestiuni care nu ne intereseaza in mod deosebit si care intretin aceasta stare de ‘nu pot zice ca sunt nemultumit’, in schimb suntem complet incapabili sa alocam timp pentru ceea ce ne intereseaza cu adevarat, pentru ceea ce ne dorim si care ne-ar putea aduce mult dorita stare de ‘multumire’ ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eul : Sincer... nu inteleg de ce avem aceasta discutie. Care este rostul ?  Mi se pare copilaroasa, ca sa nu mai mentionez si faptul ca  nu am timpul necesar acum. Si daca eu nu am timp, nici tu nu prea poti avea, ca esti tot eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-3390549475269168427?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/3390549475269168427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=3390549475269168427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3390549475269168427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/3390549475269168427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/nu-mai-avem-timp.html' title='Nu mai avem timp'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-4007428914329069463</id><published>2008-01-11T18:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:41:10.058+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Gest inexplicabil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dupa ce a pierdut cam 60 000 Euro la jocuri de noroc in casino, un tanar bucurestean de 27&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de ani s-a aruncat de pe bloc. Din fericire a scapat cu viata, insa a fost internat in stare grava la spital. In cazul in care va supravietui si va iesi din coma, necazurile lui nu se vor fi incheiat, caci sunt sanse mari sa fie judecat si inchis. Iar asta pentru ca suma pierduta la casino nu ii apartinea: furase 100 000 Euro din unitatea bancara al carui sef era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ce anume l-a &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ind&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;emnat la acest gest necugetat nu stie nimeni, in afara de el, si cel mai probabil, Dracul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Stirea completa poate fi vizualizata la urmatorul link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafax.ro/social/seful-unei-banci-a-furat-100-000-de-euro-din-unitatea-unde-lucra-dupa-care-a-incercat-sa-se-sinucida.html?1688;2327077"&gt;http://www.mediafax.ro/social/seful-unei-banci-a-furat-100-000-de-euro-din-unitatea-unde-lucra-dupa-care-a-incercat-sa-se-sinucida.html?1688;2327077&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-4007428914329069463?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4007428914329069463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=4007428914329069463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4007428914329069463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4007428914329069463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/gest-inexplicabil.html' title='Gest inexplicabil'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-3896379015954684662</id><published>2008-01-11T18:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T18:40:43.122+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>About a Boy (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will,desi are mai bine de 30 de ani, duce o existenta imatura si superficiala. Nu a fost nevoit sa munceasca, traieste din drepturile de autor ale unui cantec scris de tatal sau &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nu si-a intemeiat o familie, nu are prieteni. Nimeni nu conteaza pentru el, si la randul sau, nu reprezinta nimic pentru cei din jur. In fiecare zi desfasoara aceleasi activitati: se uita la televizor, isi exerseaza loviturile de billiard, isi increteste parul, face cumparaturi, agata femei. Moto-ul sau este: ‘Fiecare om este o insula’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Lucrurile incep sa se schimbe in momentul in care in viata sa apar un pusti pe care greutatile l-au facut prea matur pentru varsta sa si o femeie fata de care Will nutreste sentimente nemaintalnite pana in acel moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Cum va face fata Will evenimentelor care ii ‘deturneaza’ stilul superficial de viata, si cum anume moto-ul lui Will se schimba in ‘Fiecare om este o insula , dar cu siguranta fiecare insula este conectata de alte insule’, vei afla urmarind filmul ‘About a Boy’(2002)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Are un efect atat de puternic, incat ar putea sa o utilizeze si un preot, ca sa isi determine enoriasii sa tine post, de exemplu.... :D  ee..exagerez un pic, dar secventa e chiar 'tare' asa ca merita sa o vezi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WO4tIrjBDkk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WO4tIrjBDkk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-9131356549418174036?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/9131356549418174036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=9131356549418174036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/9131356549418174036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/9131356549418174036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-discurs-motivational.html' title='super discurs motivational'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-7138739631608064853</id><published>2008-01-09T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:37:47.766+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bancuri'/><title type='text'>4 bancuri ptr tine :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1)  Studiu sociologic :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Un studiu sociologic arata ca barbatii, în general, ies la baut din&lt;br /&gt;doua  motive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. N-au nevasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Au nevasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fumati?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ardeleanul se duce la doctor deoarece tusea foarte tare.&lt;br /&gt;Doctorul il  consulta si il intreaba cu o voce grava:&lt;br /&gt;- Fumati?&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cateva momente  de ezitare, ardeleanul raspunde:&lt;br /&gt;- Mai bine as bea ceva....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cu taxiu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Cit costa taxiul pina la gara ?&lt;br /&gt;- 50lei&lt;br /&gt;- Si bagajele ?&lt;br /&gt;-  Bineinteles, gratis.&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci du bagajele si eu ajung cu metroul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Incearca sa fii mai subtil  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Un barbat ii lasa pisica in grija fratelui sau cat timp e in vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La  intoarcere il suna ca sa vada cand poate veni sa-si ia pisica, dar frasu' ii  spune ca pisica e moarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CUM? ai fi putut sa imi dai vestea mai subtil .... Puteai sa spui ca s-a urcat pe acoperis si nu vrea sa coboare, si cand as fi sunat a 2-a zi ai fi putut zice ca a cazut de pe casa si veterinarul are grija de ea, si a 3-a zi cand as fi sunat ai fi putut spune ca a murit in urma accidentului,..... asta e acum, s-a intamplat. Mama ce mai face, ca tot am ajuns acasa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E pe acoperis si nu vrea sa coboare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-7138739631608064853?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7138739631608064853/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=7138739631608064853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7138739631608064853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7138739631608064853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-bancuri-ptr-tine-p.html' title='4 bancuri ptr tine :P'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-1989871835745761679</id><published>2008-01-07T22:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:30:21.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cronica de Carte'/><title type='text'>Cronica de carte -  « Iarna vrajbei noastre » de John Steinbeck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Si imi amintesc c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; m-am gandit ce pramatie poate fi uneori omul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; . Aceste cuvinte ii apartin&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lui Ethan Allen Hawley, personajul principal din romanul lui John Steinbeck, « Iarna vrajbei noastre ».&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ethan, sot si tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;, lucreaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; intr-o b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;nie care, pe vremuri, apartinuse p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;rintelui&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;u, inainte ca acesta s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; isi piard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; intreaga avere. Desi situatia financiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; a familiei sale este destul de subred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;, desi este un simplu ‘b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;iat’ de pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;lie in orasul care apartinuse pe vremuri str&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;mosilor s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;i, Ethan – o persoan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; cinstit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;, onest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; si cu puternice principii morale, este multumit, deoarece consider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; familia sa are un trai linistit si fericit. In momentul in care realizeaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; ins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;ieste intr-o iluzie, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; atat sotia cat si cei doi copii sunt nemultumiti de faptul c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; sunt s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;raci, dar mai mult, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; sunt chiar rusinati de numele pe care il poart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;, Ethan incepe s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; se schimbe. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Diferenta dintre un ‘om bun’ si un ‘om r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;u’ este dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; de modurile diferite in care acestia actioneaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; in situatii similare, iar distanta dintre bine si r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;u este uneori atat de mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;, incat orice persoan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; din lumea aceasta poate s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; ajung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; se gandeasc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; la acelasi lucru ca si Ethan : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; pentru a ajunge St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;panul Muntelui este nevoie s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; calci peste capetele oamenilor ; odat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; ajuns St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;panul Muntelui, poti redeveni bun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cartea laureatului la Premiul Nobel pentru anul 1962 este una dintre cele mai bune lucrari ale sale si reuseste sa isi tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; cititorul alert. In definitiv oricare dintre noi poate fi un Ethan Allen Hawley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-1989871835745761679?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/1989871835745761679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=1989871835745761679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/1989871835745761679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/1989871835745761679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/cronica-de-carte-iarna-vrajbei-noastre.html' title='Cronica de carte -  « Iarna vrajbei noastre » de John Steinbeck'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-5456905547275414155</id><published>2008-01-07T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:02:42.721+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Greu  dom'le, greu !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am citit recent o colectie de  'perle' . Vorbele de duh apartin unor  elevi brilianti si au fost impartasite  omenirii cu ocazia probei scrise de limba si literatura romana, de la examenele de capacitate/bac din anii trecuti. M-am amuzat si m-am gandit sa le impartasesc cu tine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Zoe si Tipatescu se iubeau pe la spate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Imparatul avea o gradina si in fund un mar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Creierul este un organ oarecum indispensabil capului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Calistrat a facut pipi pe el,cum se mai spune in popor,cind a vazut ca vitoria e atit de desteapta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;In nuvela "La vulturi" sunt descrise aventurile unei alpiniste curajoase fugarite de turci si copii ei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Poemul Miorita circula pe baza orala, adica n-a fost scrisa din motive tehnice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Poetul isi asteapta iubita ca impreuna sa cutremure barca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Pescarul din Lostrita s-a inecat pentru ca nu a putut sintetiza oxigenul din apa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Vitoria e de trei ori femeie pt ca umbla cu capul pe sus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Podul de la Drobeta Turnu Severin a fost construit de Apollodor din Damasc al carui picior se mai vede si astazi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Latina clasica e o limba moarta care nu se poate vorbi decit in scris.Dupa caderea Imperiului Roman,o parte din latina clasica defuncta a devenit bulgara. Limba romana are la baza latina bulgara, amestecata cu elemente de daca si o groaza de cuvinte slave. In sec XV limba vorbita in popor era considerata vulgara si n-o vorbea nimeni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Ion Creanga s-a nascut intre anii 1887-1889.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;E vorba de peripetiile lui Robinson Crusoe dupa ce pleaca din Troia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;In China traieste foarte multa lume care maninca o abundenta de orez, se incheie la git si a inventat guma de la capatul creionului.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-5456905547275414155?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/5456905547275414155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=5456905547275414155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/5456905547275414155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/5456905547275414155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/greu-domle-greu.html' title='Greu  dom&apos;le, greu !!'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-8692702796903730694</id><published>2008-01-07T01:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:16:32.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diverse'/><title type='text'>Citate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman;" lang="RO"&gt;"Omul trebuie sa se afle acolo, unde poate fi de folos." (Euripides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Felul cum dai pretuieste mai mult decat ceea ce dai." (Corneille "Le Monteur")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Viata trebuie traita asa cum este, pentru ca ni s-a dat fara sa o cerem si ni se va lua fara sa fim intrebati." (Anonim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Sa nu lasi sa treaca o zi fara sa vezi, fara sa auzi sau fara sa citesti ceva frumos..."(Goethe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Exista frunze care nu cad, oricat de puternic ar fi vantul; exista clipe, oameni si fapte care nu se uita, chiar daca uitarea este o lege a firii." (Anonim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Sunt sigur ca totul e nesigur." (Syrus)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"In tot ce faci si tot ce spui, gandeste-te mai intai la urmari." (Thumb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Nu pui temelia libertatii cand... impusti pe cei ce gandesc altfel decat tine." (A. de Saint-Exupery)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;"Prieten se numeste omul care te ajuta fara ca verbul sa fie urmat de un complement circumstantial de timp sau de loc sau de mod." (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;Nicolae Steinhardt - Jurnalul fericirii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Murim cu putin in fiecare zi, trebuie sa ne obisnuim cu asta." (E. Zola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-8692702796903730694?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/8692702796903730694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=8692702796903730694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8692702796903730694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/8692702796903730694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2008/01/citate.html' title='Citate'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-7585552079874815727</id><published>2007-12-31T20:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:20:57.575+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Urare pentru noul an</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ce as putea sa iti doresc pentru noul an ? Iti doresc exact ceea ce imi doresc mie. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In primul rand- desi poate suna deja a cliesu- multa sanatate. Fiind sanatosi, nici nu realizam cat de norocosi suntem. Daca nu ma crezi, viziteaza urmatorul link: &lt;a href="http://leziunemedulara.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://leziunemedulara.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . Aici vei afla povestea unui tanar, a carui viata s-a schimbat radical, pe neasteptate, in numai cateva secunde. Pentru Mihai Gaita, recuperarea sanatatii si revenirea la un stil normal de viata reprezinta probabil, cea mai apriga dorinta pentru noul an.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa fii mai bun, sa ajuti mai mult, sa te rogi mai des. Sa crezi in tine si in cei din jurul tau. Sa petreci mai mult timp cu cei dragi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa gasesti in tine puterea de a te bucura de lucrurile marunte ale vietii: un apus de soare, o ploaie de vara, rasul unui copil, un pranz in familie intr-o duminica insorita.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa fii mai optimist, mai vesel, sa treci mai usor peste diferitele obstacole care iti vor aparea in cale. Sa primesti dar mai ales, sa daruiesti iubire. Sa zambesti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa incerci si sa reusesti sa iti stapanesti mania, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;a, invidia, sau orice alt sentiment negativ. Nu uita ca o vorba rostita, nu poate fi luata inapoi: este precum un cui batut intr-o &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;usa-&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; desi scoti cuiul din &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;usa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, gaura va ramane mereu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa fii ambitios, sa incerci permanent sa te imbunatatesti si sa fii cat mai bun in ceea ce faci. De asemenea iti doresc sa fii mereu constient de ceea ce spunea &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Ocatvian&lt;/st1:city&gt;  &lt;st1:state&gt;Pa&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;ler: ‘Nu te compara cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca, ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci ’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa ierti mai usor: atat pe ceilalti, cat si pe tine. Sa regreti mai putin. Sa inveti din greseli.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa folosesti la maximum fiecare zi, fiecare ora, fiecare clipa: sa experimentezi, sa inveti, sa comunici mai mult, astfel incat scurgerea timpului sa nu iti lase o senzatie de goliciune, ci una de implinire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iti doresc sa nu iti fie teama de viitor, si sa iti traiesti prezentul. La Multi Ani!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-7585552079874815727?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/7585552079874815727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=7585552079874815727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7585552079874815727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/7585552079874815727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2007/12/urare-pentru-noul.html' title='Urare pentru noul an'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438536842416360519.post-4374541048481446955</id><published>2007-12-31T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T01:20:57.575+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganduri'/><title type='text'>Totul e desertaciune</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Bani, masini metalizate, haine cu sclipici ultima moda, vacante scumpe in roma, milano sau paris, nopti pierdute in cluburi cu sume sparte p bauturi si cinsti la persoane pe care nici nu le cunosti… si bani, multi bani, cat mai multi, 10 valize, dar sa fie macar euro, k e mai tare ca dolarul, si sa fie numa bancnote de 100, pacat ca nu s-au inventat bancnotele de 1000 sau 10000 euro, macar stiam o treaba...asa ca mai baga niste valize sa fie macar 20...si bineinteles dupa toatea astea poti sa fii mandru, ai in sfarsit respctul tuturor, esti un adevarat, esti tare, cool, esti cel mai iubit, toate lumea te place, toata lumea vrea &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sa petreaca cu tine, sa fie langa tine. Esti cel mai popular, ai o groaza de prieteni care te iubesc si care te suna in fiecare zi de 100 de ori, dar care uita sa iti dea macar un sms cand e ziua ta . Asa ca poti sa fii mandru de tine, ai reusit in sfarsit : ai reusit sa proiectezi o imagine a perfectului tau eu. Ai bani, masini, lux. Ce sa mai, esti o valoare, ai tot ce ti-ai fi putut dori vreodata. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Vrem bani.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sa avem cat mai multi bani, ca sa cheltuim si mai multi, ca apoi sa avem nevoie de si mai multi. Toata viata noastra se roteste in jurul acestui cuvant magic : bani...sa-i faci, sa-i ai, sa-i cheltuiesti. In rest nimic nu mai conteaza. Deja putem zice ca exista o relatie interdependenta intre fericire si bani. Nu mai putem concepe ideeea ca am putea fi fericiti fara sa avem bani, cat mai multi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Intrebare : Imagineaza-ti cum ar trebui sa arate viatza ta, ca sa poti zice ca esti fericit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Raspuns : Pai, in primul rand, ar trebui o casa, ma gandesc. Sa aiba macar doua etaje, daca are trei e si mai bine, neaparat piscina si teren de fotbal. Aaa... sa aiba si un living cu masa d biliard, k e cool asa....Mai departe ce sa zic, nu poate sa lipseasca si masina : un bmw un mertzan si un audi, ca toate sunt super&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;si ii faci pe toti cu asa ceva. Si ca sa poti sa zici ca esti cu adevarat fericit, ca doar asa ai adresat intrebarea... nu ??.. trebuie sa mai fie si un cont in banca cu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bani, sa poti sa faci tot ce vrei..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Intrebare : Cam cati bani ai vrea sa fie in cont ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Raspuns : Aaa.... e greu d zis..nu vreau sa zic o cifra, banii se duc repede, cand ii ai ii cheltuiesti imediat.Sa fie multi, multi de tot. Asa de multi incat sa faci ce vrei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Intrabare : Si pentru ce anume ai vrea banii astia multi ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Raspuns : (rade) ..Eee gasim noi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Bani sa fie, ca de cheltuit..nu-i problema.... oameni suntem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Intrebare : Altceva ce ai mai aduga in peisajul descris de tine ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Raspuns : Eee zic ca e suficient, dup- aia te bate dumnezeu ca nu te multumesti cu ce ai..(rade).. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Bani.. sa fie multi, asta conteaza. Ce importanta are cum ii obtinem, nici nu ne mai intereseaza daca ne place sau nu jobul, daca meseria pe care o practicam semnifica ceva pentru noi. Este&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;absolut irelevant dak ne calcam in picioare principiile cu care plecasem la drum..principii..ce s astea ? Da-le-ncolo, banu sa iasa, cat mai mult si cat mai repede. Doar asta e cel mai important, si chiar nu ne mai intereseaza altceva. Nu ne intereseaza ca la sfarsit de zi sa simtim k am facut ceva cu timpul nostru, nu ne intereseaza k p langa oboseala nu resimtim satisfactia muncii bine-facute. Nu ne intereseaza aprecierea celor din jur, nu ne intereseaza munca in sine ci doar rezultatul concret si palpabil : banu’...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ne urcam in masina noastra super tare, bmw ultimul model, si pornim incet, nu ne grabim, vrem ca toti sa observe c masina tare avem : ce design, ce culoare.. marfa !..A meritat toti banii. Mergem incet si cu toate astea nu observam batranelul de la coltul strazii care a fost parasit de toata lumea si, in culmea disperarii, a iesit in strada sperand sa faca rost de niste bani ca sa isi cumpere niste medicamente. Nu cerseste, nu cere nimic nimanui, ii este rusine, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;priveste doar pierdut catre valul de oameni ce trec indiferenti. Nu avem cum sa il observam, doar afara e deja intuneric iar geamurile masinii noastre sunt fumurii...ce masina tare avem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ne indreptam spre super casa cumparata in rate p 30 d ani, mobilata dupa ultima moda, cu tot ce avem, dar mai ales cu ce nu avem nevoie. Suntem bucurosi ca ne indreptam catra mik oaza d liniste. Nu conteaza dak ne asteapta cineva aks, sa ne imbratiseze, sa ne povesteask cum i-a mers azi si sa ne intrebe care a fost momentul preferat al zilei. Intr-un fel, nici nu prea avem chef de vorba, suntem obositi, avem destule probleme, nu vrem sa aflam de existentza altora noi, nu ne intereseaza educatia copiilor nostri, nu ne intereseaza daca sunt fericiti sau nu, nu avem timp sa ii modelam sa ajunga oameni in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. Oricum, le platim taxele la cela mai bune scoli, licee sau universitati, le dam bani d buzunar sa-si cumpere haine cu sclipici si sa petreaca cu amicii, ii trimitem de doua ori pe an in europa. Cum sa nu fie fericiti ??? Ce putem sa le oferim mai mult de atat ?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Ne asezam comod in fotoliul confortabil si ne uitam la televizorul cu ecran plat, cu diagonala aproape la fel de mare ca cea e ecranului de la cinema. Nu stim la ce sa ne uitam, asa ca trecem de pe un canal pe altul : acolo stiri cu nu stiu ce copii de la un orfelinat, dincolo o emisiune despre problemele pensionarilor, dincolo nu stiu ce emisiune prin care vor sa obtina ajutoare ptr niste sinistrati. In sfarsit ceva interesant : ultimul model de la mercedes..la naiba ce tare arata..trebuie sa-l avem ! ...ee orfanii, pensionarii, sinistratii...ce am putea face noi sa-i ajutam ? nimic.. cu o floarea nu se face primavara ! , serios acum....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Usor usor ajungem sa nu mai ne exprimam..sa nu mai simtim..sa nu mai visam..sa nu mai speram. Respiram dar nu traim. Timpul trece cu repeziciune si nu suntem capabili sa ne construim o viatza care sa semnifice ceva, in primul rand pentru noi, dar si ptr ceilalti.. Pe nesimtite am ajuns niste persoane necunoscute noua, atat de diferite de ceea ce ne-am fi dorit sa devenim candva...Si atunci nu avem cum sa nu ii dam dreptate lui Octavian Paler : totul e desertaciune !....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4438536842416360519-4374541048481446955?l=andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/feeds/4374541048481446955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4438536842416360519&amp;postID=4374541048481446955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4374541048481446955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4438536842416360519/posts/default/4374541048481446955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreipuscaragiu.blogspot.com/2007/12/totul-e-desertaciune.html' title='Totul e desertaciune'/><author><name>Andrei Puscaragiu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377949733293768564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
