<?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-6635966982836447265</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:13:07.646-08:00</updated><category term='Pentru inceput....'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6227251450081834640</id><published>2010-03-21T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:56:22.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>Its really hard when you go and leave me alone. I feel I am a machine during the day and when the evening comes, the only thing that gives me satisfaction is covering all my deepest black thoughts with false laughter and stupid actions. I go out to make time pass. Or I stay at home and sleep. Sleep has become the only place to run and hide. And I fall asleep alone, hearing the noises of my neighbours fighting and shouting, having a feeling of fear as I close my eyes. Everytime I hope I'll dream of you. But in the morning I wake up and remember nothing. Then I let go of myself into the crowdness of problems and deceptions that occure during daylight. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I know you are thinking of me, as I find the sun, bright as an orange, in the sky. And the sun's smile keeps me alive! Only the thought that maybe you have sent this sun to shine at me, gets me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;I can not lie and tell you that I don't count the minutes until you are back into my arms, but the only thing I have left is to put my head on the pillow, close my eyes and see myself how I gentle move my hand through your gray silvery hair... &lt;br /&gt;...'Till soon, my love! 'Till soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6227251450081834640?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6227251450081834640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6227251450081834640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6227251450081834640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6227251450081834640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2010/03/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5155408891178713280</id><published>2010-03-13T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:55:55.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From one transition to another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S5vfWq-pXeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/W0T236npgFs/s1600-h/There%2520is%2520always%2520hope-251688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S5vfWq-pXeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/W0T236npgFs/s320/There%2520is%2520always%2520hope-251688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448193754821909986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in the end, i am still melancolic. Yeah, for those times when i was at 05:00 AM crosing the main street of this chaotic city of mine-Bucharest, with a bunch of pals, with a glas in my hand that was stolen from a club we have just leaved from. Oh well, those were endless and sleepless summer nights that are still present in my memory. And i want them back! I want the smell of the grass that i was longing to smell every morning. I want the sun to burn my skin and to make me blind, so i can not open my eyes. I want the sunrisae to chatch me walking arround on the beach, with the sand up to my knees and the wind blowing in my full of salt and curly hair. I want back the times when i didn't have Facebook - by the way, i think this site is the updated and stiled model of our old friend HI5 - and internet everywhere, the times when i used to leave word at my parents that i'll be back in 2 days, yet comming back home in 5 nights, drunk and happy. I wish i had back the emotion of the first kiss, the first sunrise and the first trip abroad. &lt;br /&gt;But most of all, i wish i had back the lost friends, even if they went out of my life for different reasons. When i see some of the, in random moments, i am blocked. Wishing for comunication, but yet again only a glimpse of an eye is sometimes enough.&lt;br /&gt;We loose time uploading our private life on internet, fighting on streets when driving, investing time in hearing all kind of shit stories and in the end, when we come home to our families/lovers we have nothing to talk about our own lives. Big mistake. There is no button we can push on the keyboard, that could make all go away. There is no link we can access, no ESC for our human mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Right now my life is by the clock. &lt;br /&gt;Sleep, work, eat, sleep.&lt;br /&gt; In need of transition and some sparkle of hope to leave all not so important things behind, i whish you all a nice time untill we meet again, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5155408891178713280?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5155408891178713280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5155408891178713280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5155408891178713280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5155408891178713280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-one-transition-to-another.html' title='From one transition to another...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S5vfWq-pXeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/W0T236npgFs/s72-c/There%2520is%2520always%2520hope-251688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4521005081956267374</id><published>2010-02-12T05:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T05:57:40.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want to...</title><content type='html'>I don't want to wash you off of my skin...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to open the door of the kitchen and find that you are not there making breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to come home and find no red wine glass waiting for me ...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to wake up in the morning and find no traces of clothes thrown on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you not to want me when i'm crazy...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to make love when the music is not on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...and for sure i don't want you not to want me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4521005081956267374?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4521005081956267374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4521005081956267374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4521005081956267374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4521005081956267374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-want-to.html' title='i don&apos;t want to...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3517010796883037603</id><published>2010-02-07T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:57:03.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28pDSUIngI/AAAAAAAAAMs/G2DSEkS5XfU/s1600-h/IMG_4619bws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28pDSUIngI/AAAAAAAAAMs/G2DSEkS5XfU/s320/IMG_4619bws.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435608411692113410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28o6WmVUaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ph79GrqImrs/s1600-h/IMG_4604bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28o6WmVUaI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ph79GrqImrs/s320/IMG_4604bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435608258223362466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28oxpUnxOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qkvsAttedYI/s1600-h/IMG_4602color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28oxpUnxOI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qkvsAttedYI/s320/IMG_4602color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435608108630525154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28on6iOHqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4xy1fZIlpKI/s1600-h/IMG_4594bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28on6iOHqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4xy1fZIlpKI/s320/IMG_4594bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435607941452275362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28oh-n6wJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0yBEufIcDi4/s1600-h/IMG_4592bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28oh-n6wJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0yBEufIcDi4/s320/IMG_4592bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435607839470698642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3517010796883037603?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3517010796883037603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3517010796883037603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3517010796883037603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3517010796883037603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-2010.html' title='winter 2010'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/S28pDSUIngI/AAAAAAAAAMs/G2DSEkS5XfU/s72-c/IMG_4619bws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-647636579009242698</id><published>2010-01-29T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:06:49.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little tired...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not writing since a few days. Actually, a few weeks. Basically i don't want to admit to myself that i am tired, but i am. I did the mistake of putting work ahead of myself and now i receive what i deserve. Bearly capable of focusing, i salute you all, from the 4th floor, Corner of Neverland and Sleeping Bulevard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: comming soon to post some pics from my winter holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-647636579009242698?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/647636579009242698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=647636579009242698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/647636579009242698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/647636579009242698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-tired.html' title='A little tired...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6928651389667232773</id><published>2010-01-03T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:09:21.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from another Galaxy....</title><content type='html'>Happy new Year....&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am in Bremen, Germany.&lt;br /&gt;I am on the road since 7 days and frankly speaking i really want to go home...as i miss home. I have my heart there. Untill this will happen i want to tell you about the places i have been. I started with the 27.12.09 ß Bremen. Small city, very well organised, nice young people everywhere. The next day i started the trip to Berlin...Berlin My Love. I was suprised of this city as i was never before. Later i will upload some pictures. i walked aound for 12 hours continuosly and couldn't feel my feet after this. IMPRESSIVE CITY!!! Spent there 1 night and 1 day, leaving with the promise that in summer i will come back to fully see it.&lt;br /&gt;On the 30 we started to Prague, Cehia. As arrived in the hotel, situated close to the center, i discovered the nice buldings and areas of Prague. From there i have a lot of pictures also. Spent there 2009-2010 night in the middle of the city, with thousands of oher people, nice fireworks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;After Prague, i am back in Bremen. And writing now on my blog, with the hope that these 2 days in Bremen will not be that long and pass quickly, as i can go home to where MY HEART IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchuss - as the germans say...tchuuuusssss  ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6928651389667232773?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6928651389667232773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6928651389667232773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6928651389667232773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6928651389667232773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-from-another-galaxy.html' title='Live from another Galaxy....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2942474404412131645</id><published>2009-12-23T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:27:46.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, it can happen...</title><content type='html'>Good evening...Good night...Good times or even good people, they all make me think about how to keep them close to me.&lt;br /&gt;These days i haven't been much at home, and let me say i did not miss it so much. And now that i am at home, i put my feet up on the desk, light up a cigarette and start writing...Writing about how this last period of time has been for me. I don't even know how to describe it, because there is so much to tell. &lt;br /&gt;  And all these things are not related to what's going on arround me - which is not much: same people i see at work, same people i try to meet in the evening. They are comming from inside myself, because i started to generate things. Now i have again made it possible to take from inside, to the light. And i'm talking this time about love, hapyness, joy and a lot of positive matters. The other dark bad stuff can go directly to hell, or whereever their place is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And yes, i am madly in love. So nice... SO NICE!!! Tonight i was talking to Ana. Ana is my friend. She's young and so sincere. I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love makes me complete, i hate the fact that at this moment i have nobody to think about, that i have nobody in my heart. Love motivates me and i have no urge to do things anymore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to her and couldn't answer her anything. She was so right!!! Love is trully a motivation for me, for her, and could be also for you - the one that is reading. One of the facts that happend to me this year was love. Maybe i learned how to take it serious this time, from my part. Maybe i have learned how to treat love in a mature way, not like a child, although i'm flying through the days and everything seams perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i see people that live a hard life but keep their smile on. I decided to ask one how does he manage. He told me that his daughter died 2 years ago, he has not so much money and his wife is in hospital, close to the end. And then he said ' I smile because this is the way i am. If i were not to smile, i would also die like all of them!' And he loves his wife very much and that is what makes him go on and on everyday! Love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone for a long time made me a little rough, although my life was a perfect one. I was lucky and had everything. Now i also have a good soul, because love reopened me. Discovering what is inside us takes a lot of time and a great deal of courage.  There are moments when i am scared of myself. It's part of the game. It can happen that you are dissapointed in people or with yourself, but nobody is perfect. And also not yourself. You can be bad or good. The result is the one important. And when i say this i do not mean it in an egoistical point of view. It's just that we have only 1 life, too bad this passes so quickly. I for one decided to make the best of it. I don't know what will happen later. But the result for this year seems not so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way : the fact that i will dance alone for this Christmas is not going to bring me down, but will build inside me a stronger Sori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best...really all the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2942474404412131645?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2942474404412131645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2942474404412131645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2942474404412131645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2942474404412131645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile-it-can-happen.html' title='Smile, it can happen...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5206972271090148313</id><published>2009-12-02T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:29:31.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't brake my glasses....</title><content type='html'>Don't brake my glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you holding my hand at night when we sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i can feel all those feelings you told they are deep.&lt;br /&gt;I can see us running around in the park&lt;br /&gt;with our shadows going into the  dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake and dream that we are&lt;br /&gt;I see the beach, and us by far&lt;br /&gt;Love making in the sun, i'd say&lt;br /&gt;this should be our only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night comes over me again, &lt;br /&gt;So i put the glasses away.&lt;br /&gt;Will search as blind as i am, for you&lt;br /&gt;Will search untill i am through...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5206972271090148313?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5206972271090148313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5206972271090148313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5206972271090148313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5206972271090148313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-brake-my-glasses.html' title='Don&apos;t brake my glasses....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-313239125517060125</id><published>2009-11-28T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:31:06.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to you, Old City....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SxFdmnbQYrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tKHDwXhmTEs/s1600/IMG00326-20091127-1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SxFdmnbQYrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tKHDwXhmTEs/s320/IMG00326-20091127-1735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409207545448391346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days have been quietly passing through...&lt;br /&gt;When finally deciding to take a day off from work, i went to enjoy a half of day long trip 'in this sometimes beutiful city' Bucuresti. Have't been since half a year in the Old City, in the center, i took my car and park it somewhere close to it. Wondering on the streets and the small corner shops of the Old Center, i found places like art galleries, tea houses, small theaters, coffe shops, clubs from which i had no ideea that they exist. The smell of 'old' was tinckling my sences as i walked through my evening spree. A lot of people running from one street to another, God only knows what they were looking for. Eventually i got lost. So i decided to stop. I stood in the middle of the main street and looked arround: at my right there was this old man playng the guitar, creating nice sounds and atmosphere for an early Friday evening. At my left there were this young street kids playing footbal and running arround. I lighted up a cigarette, stood down on a rock and enjoyed the fuziness that was arround me. Coulours of dark grey and brown were surrounding me, giving this feeling of '20 s old movie, with no sound. The art galeries were full of people of their own kind. Not ordinary people, but art creative people. &lt;br /&gt;After getting up from the brick and being finished with wondering arround, shopping tea and art stuff, i went into the direction of where my car was parked. Before exiting the area i bumped into this model that was in front of the Comedy Theatre. He was just staying there dressed very military. As much as he had no voice, his expression was one of stillness and peace. I tried some conversation with him, but nothing happend in the end. So, most that i could do was to take him a small picture and walk away from the Old City, leaving behind all the feelings and impressions i had for half of a day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-313239125517060125?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/313239125517060125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=313239125517060125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/313239125517060125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/313239125517060125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/11/heres-to-you-old-city.html' title='Here&apos;s to you, Old City....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SxFdmnbQYrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tKHDwXhmTEs/s72-c/IMG00326-20091127-1735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7270842474198815991</id><published>2009-11-19T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:28:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=faqWafcTT6s&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=0296A34F5F8BD93F&amp;index=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY BEFORE READING....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SwW28bLuFpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/krkI_rW_Bsg/s1600/heart-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SwW28bLuFpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/krkI_rW_Bsg/s320/heart-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405928076933469842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 in 1 - this is what everybody wants in life. Starting from detergent, ending with our personal life. &lt;br /&gt;But 2 in 1 is not easy to create. People search for this feeling everyday, and maybe they find it. But their search is not intentionally. They are guided by their hearts, not their minds. And what I'm writing about is not a pattern, because it can happen. YES, IT CAN HAPPEN! 2 in 1 is not a love story you see when going to the movies at the mall. It is not when you see a couple on the street kissing and hugging. 2 in 1 is something you can be lucky to feel. When you get to this point, then you don't take into consideration other things that belong to the mind. Because this is the moment when your heart, your full of wishes heart is beating like a drum and kicks out the mind. This is about your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Being alive is a gift not everybody has. Some don't even get the chance to see the light of day, some hold their lovers hand before death, using their last breath to show how they feel. Some people say that when '2 in 1' happens, this is a stage of temporary insanity. But what a nice feeling this 'insanity' is! Takes you from the ground 0 and makes you fly above all the others! Makes the passion inside you burst over all thoughts and fears that your mind keeps hidden. And then, must you not have fear! Must you not keep hidden how you feel, but act exactly how you want. You will get lost in this feeling. Nobody will judge...&lt;br /&gt;When you give a rose to a woman, give not one, but two. One will be for her love, and the other will be for her forever friendship. And as you will grow old in age, maybe you will find out that people around you change. Also you will change. What will not go away will be this '2 in 1', that keeps you alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post ends like this: God gave man 2 hands, 2 eyes, 2 legs, but He gave us only ONE HEART! Why? .... Because the other heart is for us to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...i go to sleep. usually people fall asleep to dream, because dreams are nicer than reality. Well, i have passed this moment. Now i am living what i had dreamed about!&lt;br /&gt;...Noape Buna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7270842474198815991?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7270842474198815991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7270842474198815991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7270842474198815991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7270842474198815991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-in-1.html' title='2 in 1'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SwW28bLuFpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/krkI_rW_Bsg/s72-c/heart-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5559827785615274966</id><published>2009-11-01T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:58:31.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's commin' to town...</title><content type='html'>Yes, finally....&lt;a href="http://www.iconcert.ro/concert-diana-krall-la-bucuresti.html"&gt; http://www.iconcert.ro/concert-diana-krall-la-bucuresti.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5559827785615274966?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5559827785615274966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5559827785615274966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5559827785615274966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5559827785615274966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-whos-commin-to-town.html' title='Guess who&apos;s commin&apos; to town...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-862129824186563911</id><published>2009-09-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:05:29.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave EGO outside your feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SsI-EVVapkI/AAAAAAAAALs/WqYzF7aQ_yE/s1600-h/ego.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SsI-EVVapkI/AAAAAAAAALs/WqYzF7aQ_yE/s320/ego.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386936348455904834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     People get separated one from eachother. This is the way life goes. Some periods are short but some are long. And, because we are human, we were born with this feeling inside our hearts and minds - we feel that we miss persons we love, we live with, or we only get to know for a short period. We were programed to live with this feeling inside us. But what God didn't program was the way people show this to the others... Therefore, nobody can judge a forbidden 'I miss you' said in a moment of total sincerity, or in a moment when we let our great Ego asside. Ego makes me tired. Ofcourse, it is so nice for the heart when this words come back to your ears, making you feel you have no guilt of feeling this inside. Some other people keep this feeling inside untill they are full of it, they become sad and they take the decision to burst it out. So they find simple or complicated solutions.&lt;br /&gt;     We all hear about big love stories, we all listen to them, but never take the time to take care of our own. 'I miss you' is a proof of feelings of great value, kept inside of a human, that can bearly find the courage to say it out loud....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-862129824186563911?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/862129824186563911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=862129824186563911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/862129824186563911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/862129824186563911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/09/leave-ego-outside-your-feelings.html' title='Leave EGO outside your feelings...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SsI-EVVapkI/AAAAAAAAALs/WqYzF7aQ_yE/s72-c/ego.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5990732561343202602</id><published>2009-09-18T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:01:46.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUBLIKA - FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SrPK-PLT2bI/AAAAAAAAALc/vO5-rWx6BrI/s1600-h/guiness-tur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SrPK-PLT2bI/AAAAAAAAALc/vO5-rWx6BrI/s320/guiness-tur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382869150212544946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow &lt;a href="http://www.publika.ro/index.php/muzica-publika"&gt;Publika&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5990732561343202602?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5990732561343202602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5990732561343202602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5990732561343202602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5990732561343202602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/09/publika-fyi.html' title='PUBLIKA - FYI'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SrPK-PLT2bI/AAAAAAAAALc/vO5-rWx6BrI/s72-c/guiness-tur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5620993545906133158</id><published>2009-09-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:47:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby did a bad, bad thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sq1aSYzr-SI/AAAAAAAAALU/L0a2wAJxIuA/s1600-h/runrunrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sq1aSYzr-SI/AAAAAAAAALU/L0a2wAJxIuA/s320/runrunrun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381056401720998178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' -Who's Baby?&lt;br /&gt;-Baby's ...cold. Baby's running to the point of no return. Baby's hiding away, in the corner of her weakend soul. &lt;br /&gt;-Why, Baby?&lt;br /&gt;-Baby did a bad, bad thing.... '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, she got up from the bed, took her bag and ran outside in the world. Too much thoughts, too much narrow streets, too many shadows of the past behind her. Baby runs with no direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' -Where to, Baby?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby stops.&lt;br /&gt;' -It's time Baby stops. Baby stop! Stop, i said! '&lt;br /&gt;    Now she's HOME, no lights, no wind, only solitude and a whisper of a nice memory...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5620993545906133158?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5620993545906133158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5620993545906133158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5620993545906133158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5620993545906133158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-did-bad-bad-thing.html' title='Baby did a bad, bad thing...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sq1aSYzr-SI/AAAAAAAAALU/L0a2wAJxIuA/s72-c/runrunrun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1348938171836080646</id><published>2009-09-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:42:31.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the sun, i need for my hearth ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SqUprt4bozI/AAAAAAAAALM/zDGSZAU4KeQ/s1600-h/S5000648-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SqUprt4bozI/AAAAAAAAALM/zDGSZAU4KeQ/s320/S5000648-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378751160991327026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1348938171836080646?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1348938171836080646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1348938171836080646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1348938171836080646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1348938171836080646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-is-sun-i-need-for-my-hearth.html' title='where is the sun, i need for my hearth ???'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SqUprt4bozI/AAAAAAAAALM/zDGSZAU4KeQ/s72-c/S5000648-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8181697798104728846</id><published>2009-08-30T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:06:47.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody will be like him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sprp2Vl8qpI/AAAAAAAAALE/DKQa-NzvCLQ/s1600-h/3501281920_344c36de7d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sprp2Vl8qpI/AAAAAAAAALE/DKQa-NzvCLQ/s320/3501281920_344c36de7d_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375866224938625682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i will be there to listen and learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8181697798104728846?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8181697798104728846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8181697798104728846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8181697798104728846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8181697798104728846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/08/nobody-will-be-like-him.html' title='Nobody will be like him...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sprp2Vl8qpI/AAAAAAAAALE/DKQa-NzvCLQ/s72-c/3501281920_344c36de7d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6475157962061222185</id><published>2009-08-28T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T04:17:10.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again..home is where the sea is...</title><content type='html'>I am leaving again to the seaside. This might be one of the last trips there. But i keep my hope that this is not true...&lt;br /&gt;Expecting this to happen, i salute you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6475157962061222185?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6475157962061222185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6475157962061222185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6475157962061222185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6475157962061222185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/08/againhome-is-where-sea-is.html' title='Again..home is where the sea is...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3675007478071838068</id><published>2009-08-14T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:58:43.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Love Rule...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SoWDXtMHrUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uZsqoATByfQ/s1600-h/cynicspoem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SoWDXtMHrUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uZsqoATByfQ/s320/cynicspoem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369842573999844674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyd the weather from the last days. It was not too hot, but not too cold. Perfect for my feelings. My feelings of love, hate, memories and happy thoughts. I became nostalgical and reminiced times that are now in the past forever. I let them there, because to me they are now only memories. That's what the past becomes - memories. People change their life with simple words or by following short instincts. People decide what is good for them with only one blink of an eye. This way they start to love eachother, maybe children are born, families come together and life evoluates. But at some point you stop and wonder: How did i come here? When did all this things happen? What was i doing with my life? If you are lucky enough to find a way of life that you love, then you must be lucky enough to find also the courage to start living it!&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were in love for the first time? It was very hard to put an end to it, but after that the love went away and you didn't even notice... Or maybe the first love you had is right now standing beside you, looking at you with big eyes that give you the same feeling like at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;Love comes, Love goes. If you try to stop it, you become unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let love rule...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3675007478071838068?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3675007478071838068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3675007478071838068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3675007478071838068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3675007478071838068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-love-rule.html' title='Let Love Rule...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SoWDXtMHrUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/uZsqoATByfQ/s72-c/cynicspoem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-884522651573236492</id><published>2009-08-12T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:38:05.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SoMLmnMe6sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1IH83Ms0QR0/s1600-h/sori+scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SoMLmnMe6sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1IH83Ms0QR0/s320/sori+scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369147938740038338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUYCx80LJ6c"&gt;Katie Melua - It's all in my head....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we fall into bed,&lt;br /&gt;But it's all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Every night we fall in a heap,&lt;br /&gt;And you kiss me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And baby all the sleepy things you say,&lt;br /&gt;Blow me away.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next day,&lt;br /&gt;When I find what we did and we said,&lt;br /&gt;Was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Every night you whisper to me,&lt;br /&gt;This always will be.&lt;br /&gt;Every night you smooth down my hair,&lt;br /&gt;But you're not really there.&lt;br /&gt;And darling it seems as if we know,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will grow.&lt;br /&gt;And then the next day,&lt;br /&gt;I find what we did and we said,&lt;br /&gt;It was all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Drowsy, drinking,&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking,&lt;br /&gt;We're not far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Scared of waking,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, aching,&lt;br /&gt;Just me and my hopeless heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping soundly,&lt;br /&gt;Your arms around me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-884522651573236492?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/884522651573236492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=884522651573236492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/884522651573236492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/884522651573236492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-all-in-my-head.html' title='It&apos;s all in my head...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SoMLmnMe6sI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1IH83Ms0QR0/s72-c/sori+scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8140886647156995584</id><published>2009-07-28T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:39:24.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet..../ Dulce...</title><content type='html'>Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song went like this, right? "Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey". Am I writing about this because I'm just craving for some sweets? I know we all have cravings. And there is nothing better than that sweet mixture that comes to the rescue. A cake, a lollipop, maybe even an icecream can help sweeten the bitterness of certain situations. Sweets oftenly represent the ace up one's sleeve, "the cherry on top of the cake", the surprise element of a well thought-out meal. Some housewives cannot imagine not preparing something for desert at least once a week. But still, this habit has begun to disappear, perhaps because of the multitude of fast-food, restaurants or of the frozen foods we use or the little time we give ourselves each day for eating. We deserve to spoil ourselves and get away from the monotony of fries and steak, don't we? Do you remember the fudge candy or Cip? The Serbet and the Cremsnit? To some, these things used to represent moments of total relaxation, perhaps quality time spent with friends or lovers, at a confectionary in the corner of a street or in the livingroom. One thing is for sure: mother's cake will always taste the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si in dulcea limba romaneasca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parca asa era nu? "Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey". Poate ca este un semn de pofta, daca va scriu despre dulce? Stiu ca toti avem pofte. Si nimic nu este mai indicat decat acea solutie salvatoare, care ne imbata gusturile, dulcele. O prajitura, o acadea, poate chiar si o inghetata, este modul in care putem cateodata sa indulcim amarul unei situatii sau al unui moment. Dulcele reperzinta de foarte multe ori, asul din maneca, "cireasa de pe tort", sau elementul supriza al unei mese bine pregatite. Unele gospodine nici nu concep sa nu pregateasca  o prajitura sau o atentie macar o data pe saptamana. Dar acest obicei a cam disparut, poate din cauza aglomeratiei de fast food-uri, sau din cauza semipreparatelor sau a putinului timp pe care il acordam mesei zilnice. Papilele noastre gustative merita sa fie si ele rasfatate, merita sa iasa din monotonia cartofului prajit cu friptura, nu?  Mai tineti minte bomboanele fondante, sau bombonelele Cip? Serbetul si Cremshnit-ul? Pentru unii aceste lucruri reprezentau odata momente de relaxare, poate chiar momente de calitate petrecute cu partenerul de viata sau familia, la o cofetarie in coltul strazii, sau in sufragerie. Cert este un lucru, pentru fiecare dintre noi: Tortul mamei va fie cel mai bun intotdeauna!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8140886647156995584?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8140886647156995584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8140886647156995584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8140886647156995584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8140886647156995584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-dulce.html' title='Sweet..../ Dulce...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1358760494626445530</id><published>2009-07-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:46:56.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sum Up...</title><content type='html'>... I smiled to the Sun, he smiled back...&lt;br /&gt;... I danced at 7:00 in the morning in the rain, on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;... I understood why the sea is called The Black Sea... when, during the storm the sea turned it's coulour from blue-grey to black, in only 3 minutes, makeing me shiver and stunned.&lt;br /&gt;... I found out now what my favourite drink is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this, in a few hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till next time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1358760494626445530?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1358760494626445530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1358760494626445530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1358760494626445530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1358760494626445530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-sum-up.html' title='To Sum Up...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2828324486189384765</id><published>2009-07-16T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:42:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only to give you a push..../ Doar ca sa te incurajez...</title><content type='html'>To express yourself to public is for common people really hard. But this time i'm going to post something that not such a common woman wrote to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Adriana about EmoLove to you, people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...and i have to explain?! I'll do my best, even though my writing skills applied on paper, stink.&lt;br /&gt;"Emo" in my brain is translated in two sorts of feelings. First one is when i am emo in a way like 'my ships have gone down, so close to the shore' and whatever you would do to try and take me out of it, never will you succed. And the second feeling that describes Emo is the emotional one, with deed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;About EmoLove...i see it as a phase of the begining n a relationship or 'whatever', when the butterflys go crazy in your stomach, when everybody smiles to you and everything goes smoothly, when you forget about all the other existential problems and 'why?!' in your everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;The big shit is that EmoLove does not last forever, and this pragmatical way takes me directly to Emo phase 1.&lt;br /&gt;Enough! I'm not so good in explaining..!&lt;br /&gt;you should have said 'small article...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana, 15.07.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si in Romaneste, ca merita rau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Hmmm si tre' sa explic?! O sa-mi dau silinta desi „harul meu scriitoricesc, in a-mi pune gandurile pe hartie, ,pute de la o posta”.&lt;br /&gt;„Emo” in creierul meu se traduce prin 2 stari, starea 1 in care sunt emo ceva gen „mi-i s-au inecat corabiile la mal” si orice ai face n-o scoti la capat cu mine si starea 2 in care emo o definesc ca si stare emotionanta, emotiva.&lt;br /&gt;EmoLove o vad ca si-o stare de inceput intr-o relatie sau intr-o „fie ea ce-o fi”, cand ai fluturi in stomac si toata lumea-ti pare ca-ti zambeste si toate-ti par „floare la ureche” pe langa problemele existentiale formate din „de ce”-uri pur si simplu idioate.Ce-i naspa e ca emo love doesn't last forever si partea asta pragmatica ma determina sa pic in emo-starea 1. &lt;br /&gt;Gata! Nu-s buna la „iesplicat”!&lt;br /&gt;Mic articol e mult spus! Trebuia sa specifici "minuscul".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana, 15.07.2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2828324486189384765?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2828324486189384765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2828324486189384765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2828324486189384765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2828324486189384765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-to-give-you-push-doar-ca-sa-te.html' title='Only to give you a push..../ Doar ca sa te incurajez...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5952656854512708828</id><published>2009-07-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:43:44.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EmoPost - 'A Reason, a Season or a Lifetime'</title><content type='html'>'People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.. &lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. &lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, &lt;br /&gt;To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. &lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend and they are. &lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be. &lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, &lt;br /&gt;This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. &lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. &lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. &lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh &lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done. &lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. &lt;br /&gt;Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, &lt;br /&gt;Things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. &lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, &lt;br /&gt;Love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. &lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, &lt;br /&gt;Whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5952656854512708828?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5952656854512708828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5952656854512708828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5952656854512708828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5952656854512708828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/07/emopost-reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='EmoPost - &apos;A Reason, a Season or a Lifetime&apos;'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8091799260600439250</id><published>2009-07-12T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:03:51.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Dribble..../ Sa Driblam...</title><content type='html'>De sute de ani toata lumea stie foarte bine: interesul poarta fesul. Dar oare, putem fi, pe romaneste spus, atat de perversi, incat sa ne traim viata doar cu gandul de a fi doar noi bine, necontand ceilalti de langa noi? Pentru unii este foarte usor de inteles o situatie de gen, si le este atat de simplu sa profite de bunatatea altora. Nu zic ca nu e bine sa fi un pic smecher, astfel incat sa te poti orienta. Consider ca nu este corect sa traiesti dupa astfel de principii, si mai ales sa te folosesti zilnic de ele. De la accesul la un job mai bun, pana la conceptul de "moka". Si se stie foarte clar: nimic nu e gratis in aceasta lume. Poate in alta viata, dar in aceasta, sigur nu. Poate chiar viata ne face sa ne ghidam dupa astfel de ratiuni, ne indeamna sa ne comportam astfel incat sa driblam tot ceea ce ne sta in cale, doar pentru a ne atinge scopurile, chiar si pe o cale marsaveasca. Stiu, "Hotul neprins, negustor cinstit", dar oare constiinta acestui hot, nu are un gabarit deja depasit? Si stiu ca sunt oameni fara remuscari, care pentru un lucru care i-ar favoriza, ar fi in stare sa taie in carne vie. Poate acolo, in lumea lor, legea este una, dar dupa fapta vine si rasplata.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This has been known for hundreds of years: "everybody is looking out for number 1". But can we really be so perverted that we live our lives only thinking of ourselves with absolutely no regard to those who are around us? To some, such a situation is perfectly understandable and they find it very easy to take advantage of other people's kindness. I'm not saying it is not ok to be a little "streetsmart" in order to get ahead. I feel that it's not right to live your life according to such principles and especially to use them daily. From getting a job to the concept of moka. And it is very clear that "there is no such thing as a free lunch". Perhaps in another life, but in this one, there surely isn't. Perhaps life itself makes us guide ourselves after these concepts, it pushes us to dribble and dodge all the obstacles we encounter on the way, just to get to our goals, even if we choose the wrong methods to do so. I know, "innocent until proven guilty", but the consciousness of the guilty doesn't get to difficult for him to bear? I know there are some people with no remorse, that would do absolutely anything for something that would be good for them. Perhaps there, in their world, there's only their law, but "as you sow so shall you reap".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8091799260600439250?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8091799260600439250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8091799260600439250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8091799260600439250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8091799260600439250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-dribble-sa-driblam.html' title='Let&apos;s Dribble..../ Sa Driblam...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7493327641954707799</id><published>2009-07-05T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:30:03.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can be so easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SlENIX7HS3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lt4PgJP5KSM/s1600-h/IMG00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SlENIX7HS3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lt4PgJP5KSM/s320/IMG00106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355075869432302450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SlENBQebgeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hfrkYquZU1I/s1600-h/IMG00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SlENBQebgeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hfrkYquZU1I/s320/IMG00105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355075747173859810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7493327641954707799?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7493327641954707799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7493327641954707799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7493327641954707799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7493327641954707799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-can-be-so-easy.html' title='Life can be so easy....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SlENIX7HS3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/lt4PgJP5KSM/s72-c/IMG00106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3519364562578229808</id><published>2009-06-28T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:05:31.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be fair.../ A fi cinstit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SkeUdxnbMpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Gts6LajQa5E/s1600-h/03-PS21-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SkeUdxnbMpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Gts6LajQa5E/s320/03-PS21-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409921408938642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's still a nice  Sunday. Quiet and a little sunny. No driving, no work, not a lot of things to do... Then what do you do when you have time on your hands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you all, but i think a lot. I think about he world arround me, about people and how things happen and then change, all of a sudden. Today i thought about how hard it is to be honest and fair. In any kind of situation, weather it's about a relationship, work or family, being fair is important. For me. But who am i to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grow old, i find out that i'm not perfect.  And even if i would like to think that all through my life i was onest and fair, it's time to addmit that i wasn't. But at least i have tried....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, i hate when i see or feel deshonest stuff happening. I fight against them, but this takes a lot of my energy. I shouldn't even bother. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that if one is not fair, somebody else will be harmed or affected, even in the smallest way. We choose to close our eyes to things that we know affect otheres, when inside we keep the power to make things correct.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not being fair has become a rule of life, but again, who am i to judge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, is it that hard to be fair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3519364562578229808?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3519364562578229808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3519364562578229808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3519364562578229808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3519364562578229808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-fair-fi-cinstit.html' title='To be fair.../ A fi cinstit...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SkeUdxnbMpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Gts6LajQa5E/s72-c/03-PS21-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7695521038866871532</id><published>2009-06-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:34:03.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Surpise..../O supriza placuta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SjFpvvONpQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eGXcHfOSZzY/s1600-h/diana-krall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SjFpvvONpQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eGXcHfOSZzY/s320/diana-krall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346170501516338434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am only writing this&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Krall - BUCHAREST, 22 november 2009, at Sala Palatului!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See us there... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7695521038866871532?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7695521038866871532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7695521038866871532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7695521038866871532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7695521038866871532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-surpiseo-supriza-placuta.html' title='Big Surpise..../O supriza placuta...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SjFpvvONpQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eGXcHfOSZzY/s72-c/diana-krall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3951811925161802430</id><published>2009-06-07T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:23:45.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once ev'ry Full Moon...</title><content type='html'>...., i am happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3951811925161802430?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3951811925161802430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3951811925161802430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3951811925161802430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3951811925161802430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-evry-full-moon.html' title='Once ev&apos;ry Full Moon...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1780590293777102407</id><published>2009-05-30T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:52:20.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This song..../ Acest cantec...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In the Sun&lt;br /&gt;by Chris Martin feat. Michael Stipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xw795_michael-stipe-coldplay-in-the-sun_music"&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xw795_michael-stipe-coldplay-in-the-sun_music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen,&lt;br /&gt;And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May god's love be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;May gods love be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you showed me myself I became someone else.&lt;br /&gt;But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need.&lt;br /&gt;I picture you fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare comes.&lt;br /&gt;You can't keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May god's love be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;May god's love be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause if I find...&lt;br /&gt;If I find my own way,&lt;br /&gt;How much will I find?&lt;br /&gt;If I find...&lt;br /&gt;If I find my own way,&lt;br /&gt;How much will I find&lt;br /&gt;You....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;What it's for,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone who is in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me to understand,&lt;br /&gt;'cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all you need.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're not even sure what it's for,&lt;br /&gt;Any more than me....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1780590293777102407?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1780590293777102407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1780590293777102407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1780590293777102407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1780590293777102407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-song-acest-cantec.html' title='This song..../ Acest cantec...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6258996527403292049</id><published>2009-05-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:14:25.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover your ears...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting earlier on the toilet and as usual i had a ideea. Dont laugh...because thats the place where 'things' happen. I said to myself: what if i cover my ears and judge the things arround me without hearing nothing...what will happen? How is it for  the people that can not hear? Of course, more silent...but their world is more peacefull. Without people shouting, sounds of crashing or that kind of things. So i did the test and covered my ears with my hands for ten minutes. The result was quite unexpected: ten minutes of peace. Pure, silent and quiet peace. I saw new things also. When you can not hear, you tend to analise much more deeper the ones arround us. Gestures, way of smiling, way of reacting...all of that capture your attention all of a sudden. Now i have to take the hands from my ears and go back to the normal loud and noisy world... &lt;br /&gt;......................We will hear eachother soon...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6258996527403292049?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6258996527403292049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6258996527403292049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6258996527403292049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6258996527403292049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/cover-your-ears.html' title='Cover your ears...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-219942602966535134</id><published>2009-05-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:46:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on walking.../ Mergi inainte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/ShRPXHTX1zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8GIPBRLbsFs/s1600-h/keeponwalking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/ShRPXHTX1zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8GIPBRLbsFs/s320/keeponwalking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978716856768306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today i saw a man crying. He was walking in front of my block with his head down. Mature, about 40 years old. He looked deeply and sadly into my eyes, then kept on walking. Maybe this is what we do also ... just like him, we cry and keep on walking... Maybe some of us have luck and smile once a day...maybe not. I don't know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-219942602966535134?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/219942602966535134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=219942602966535134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/219942602966535134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/219942602966535134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/keep-on-walking-mergi-inainte.html' title='Keep on walking.../ Mergi inainte...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/ShRPXHTX1zI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8GIPBRLbsFs/s72-c/keeponwalking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1461399326996981936</id><published>2009-05-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:26:10.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How crazy is'Crazy'? / Cat de crazy e 'Crazy'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sg2zkKYVpGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YojBt7R6tFw/s1600-h/2.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sg2zkKYVpGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YojBt7R6tFw/s320/2.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336118567347004514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Crazy" is a song performed by American hard rock band Aerosmith and written by Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, and Desmond Child.  &lt;br /&gt;-"Crazy" is a ballad composed by Willie Nelson. It has been recorded by several artists, most notably by Patsy Cline, whose version was a #2 country hit in 1962.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sg2zbw__YiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2T-xT-xmWIs/s1600-h/1.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sg2zbw__YiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2T-xT-xmWIs/s320/1.jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336118423095042594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but also Crazy is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brainsick: affected with madness or insanity;  &lt;br /&gt;- bizarre or fantastic;&lt;br /&gt;- someone deranged and possibly dangerous &lt;br /&gt;- with great excitement or rage, foolish, wild, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Craziness is not necesarely a bad thing, it just... is. And some people dare be crazy, while most wouldn't dream of putting one foot sideways from their usual path.'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's what crazy is: to want to be free. A lot of people wouldn't cross the street for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1461399326996981936?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1461399326996981936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1461399326996981936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1461399326996981936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1461399326996981936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-crazy-iscrazy-cat-de-crazy-e-crazy.html' title='How crazy is&apos;Crazy&apos;? / Cat de crazy e &apos;Crazy&apos;?'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sg2zkKYVpGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YojBt7R6tFw/s72-c/2.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7278799818827667378</id><published>2009-05-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:34:17.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Years of my life and still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SgafYgOP58I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_wfXO3yRmJo/s1600-h/astorywithoutlove123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SgafYgOP58I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_wfXO3yRmJo/s320/astorywithoutlove123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334126051982305218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was arround 22, at the party for my birthday i heared this song ..'25 years of my life and still...trying to get on the great big hill of hope, for a destination..' . Well, now i am 25. And? Time passed so quickly, just like a blink of an eye. I blinked once and i graduated highschool. I blinked the second time and university was over. With every blink that i make, time seems to never stop. What have i done in 25 years of life? I guess normal things... I lived my childhood happy, i've made a lot of friends wich in time were proven not to go with me to the same destiniation. But it was always nice to have the memories of them with me every day. I have learned about respect and mistakes. I did a lot of them .I try to learn even now from them. I had also the opportunity to visit a lot of places in this world. I had seasons in the sun, sleepless hot summer nights  - their flavour will i never forget. I had the chance to gain experience with people and still loving to get to know the ones arround me. I loved a lot and again will i never stop!  Loving kept me alive. It was my single motivation. Loving people, loving life, loving feelings, living moments at their fullest intensity, passion and a lot of intense moments. I learned how to keep my eyes closed when needed, but to open them and day-dream. The rest? Only stories to be told. I came to the best conclusion that in 25 years of life i have great memories and a lot of feelings... What will be in the future? Only time can tell...Time and life ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7278799818827667378?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7278799818827667378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7278799818827667378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7278799818827667378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7278799818827667378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-years-of-my-life-and-still.html' title='25 Years of my life and still...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SgafYgOP58I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_wfXO3yRmJo/s72-c/astorywithoutlove123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3390435840062812218</id><published>2009-05-04T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:14:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If the night has high heels...dance with her! / daca noaptea are tocuri inalte...de ce nu am dansa-o?!</title><content type='html'>The night... Well, i think she is always present...sometimes we treat her just like she was a day. With respect, we stay up, we live it, we dance it, we even use her for our own special purposes. But somehow, she's always magical. Surrounds us with unknwown and mistery, showing us the right way through it. I for one like to follow the roads that she takes us...'dancing' from one feeling to another. That's why she's so lovley, to me. Because she gives us the feeling that we can dream without being bothered.&lt;br /&gt;And if the night has high heels... why shouldn't we dance it?! Noapte buna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea... Ei bine, cred ca ea este mereu prezenta...cateodata o tratam ca si cum ar fi zi. Cu respect, nu dormim, traim, dansam, o folosim chiar si pentru a ne implini trupeste. Dar oricand, ea este magica! Ne inconjoara cu necunoscut si mister, indicandu-ne calea cea dreapta pentru a putea pasi. Mie una imi place sa urmez caile noptii, oriunde m-ar duce ele...'dansand' de la un sentiment la altul. De aceea noaptea imi este atat de draga. Pentru ca ne da sentimentul ca putem visa fara o fi deranjati.&lt;br /&gt;Si daca noaptea are tocuri inalte...de ce nu am dansa-o?! Noapte buna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3390435840062812218?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3390435840062812218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3390435840062812218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3390435840062812218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3390435840062812218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-night-has-high-heelsdance-with-her.html' title='If the night has high heels...dance with her! / daca noaptea are tocuri inalte...de ce nu am dansa-o?!'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5776207140626009666</id><published>2009-05-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:12:34.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sf4VzoZ55PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pD76iuJ1oxQ/s1600-h/IMG_8002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sf4VzoZ55PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pD76iuJ1oxQ/s320/IMG_8002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331722985616827634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENI, VIDI, VICI! &lt;br /&gt;The rest are only stories to tell...&lt;br /&gt;VENI, VIDI, VICI!&lt;br /&gt;Restul sunt numai povesti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5776207140626009666?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5776207140626009666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5776207140626009666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5776207140626009666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5776207140626009666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/05/veni.html' title=''/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sf4VzoZ55PI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pD76iuJ1oxQ/s72-c/IMG_8002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1311425110277039775</id><published>2009-04-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:45:55.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches. Where do they come from, where do they go?/Durerile de cap. De unde vin si unde se duc?</title><content type='html'>Pppppfffff... guess who's back? The headache! I can't say that i have missed it though i was close to forgetting about my usual headaches. Today it happened. It was back! This mother f*c*er called Headache! Actually, this mornig i just said that it will pass in 2, 3 hours...but it didn't. And i also said that if i ignore it, then it will pass. But, ... it didn't. &lt;br /&gt;Then i started to ask myself: where does it come from? Stress? Aglomeration? Too much thinking? Too much things to solve? Maybe i got a flue? Maybe it is comming from an open window? Or maybe i did not sleep that much last night. But the answers were all not so obvious to me, none of them could satisfy my biggest question : WHERE DO YOU COME FROM, lady Headache?! Heh, alcool was not an answer also, to my shame. &lt;br /&gt;Ok! So.... what now? How do i make this go away? If i start thinking about solutions, it will for sure be much more intensive than it was untill now. What do i do? Is there anybody able to take it away, from inside my head? Does anybody have a solution? Where do i have to send this non-friendly 'thing'-headache?&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice evening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfffffff, ghici cine s-a-ntors?! Durerea de cap! Si nu pot spune ca mi-a fost dor de senzatiile 'tari' pe care mi le dadea, desi la un moment dat chiar uitasem de ea. Ei bine, azi s-a intamplat!  Acest Mother Fu**er denimit Durere de cap. Azi de dimineata chiar am zis ca...hai, poate trece in 2 3 ore, dar n-a trecut. De altfel am zis ca o ignor si trece. S-a dovedit fals!&lt;br /&gt;Apoi am inceput sa ma gandesc: de unde vin durerile de cap? Din cauza stress-ului, a aglomeratiei, al volumului mare de lucruri de rezolvat? M-a tras curentul? Am racit iar?! Sau, poate...n-am dormit destul azi-noapte (iar)! Dar raspunsurile nu mi s-au aratat, deci... am ramas cu cea mai mare intrebare a mea: De unde vii tu, durere de cap? Si mai ales, cum fac sa...DISPARI?! Nici macar alcoolul n-a reprezentat un raspuns - solutie de data aceasta.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Si acum?! Cum te fac sa te dizolvi? Daca incep sa ma gandesc la solutii am marea sansa de a imi intensifica durerea de cap. Asa ca va intreb pe voi: Ce fac? Exista cineva printre voi care are o solutie? Unde trebuie sa trimit aceasta 'deloc prietenoasa chestie' ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara buna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1311425110277039775?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1311425110277039775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1311425110277039775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1311425110277039775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1311425110277039775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/headaches-where-do-they-come-from-where.html' title='Headaches. Where do they come from, where do they go?/Durerile de cap. De unde vin si unde se duc?'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6253293252313336034</id><published>2009-04-24T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:06:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME to our world....! / BINE AI VENIT in lumea noastra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SfIbpqb6GWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_6YdnLgeYm0/s1600-h/DSC00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SfIbpqb6GWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_6YdnLgeYm0/s320/DSC00793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328351711712647522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my 100 post i decided to put in something special... so, we must all say WELCOME to the new born &lt;em&gt;SANDU MARIA ARIANA STEFANIA&lt;/em&gt; . May your life be filled with joy, health, happines, wealth, love and last but not least, people that will cherrish you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6253293252313336034?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6253293252313336034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6253293252313336034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6253293252313336034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6253293252313336034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-our-world-bine-ai-venit-in.html' title='WELCOME to our world....! / BINE AI VENIT in lumea noastra!'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SfIbpqb6GWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_6YdnLgeYm0/s72-c/DSC00793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8148940780706812831</id><published>2009-04-19T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:51:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget, Easter.../ Nu uita, de Paste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Easter&lt;/em&gt; passed. I didn't prepare myself, like i used to do every year. And i also forgot to do all the religious things related to Easter. Eh, who's going to judge me?  GOD?! Heh, for this Easter, Jesus was busy. He was in Heaven! &lt;a href="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/3899/17313/f/78284-Sunset-over-Lake-Dal-and-the-fort-at-Shrinigar-0.jpg"&gt;BUT so was I....!&lt;/a&gt;Christos a inviat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trecut si Pastele. Am sarit lejer cu pregatirle pe care le faceam in fiecare an, pentru aceasta sarbatoare. Nu am tinut post si nici macar oua nu am vopsit. Dar cine sa ma judece? DUMNEZEU?! Heh, de acest Paste, IIsus a fost ocupat. Era in Rai! &lt;a href="http://img2.travelblog.org/Photos/3899/17313/f/78284-Sunset-over-Lake-Dal-and-the-fort-at-Shrinigar-0.jpg"&gt;Dar la fel eram si eu...!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christos a inviat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8148940780706812831?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8148940780706812831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8148940780706812831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8148940780706812831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8148940780706812831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-forget-easter-nu-uita-de-paste.html' title='Don&apos;t forget, Easter.../ Nu uita, de Paste...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3524840772553040023</id><published>2009-04-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:05:28.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say.../Nimic de spus...</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say. I'm just listening to a song on repeat, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnSyodM-vAQ"&gt;with a funny videoclip &lt;/a&gt;in a language that i try so much to understand. But little by little, as a friend used to say, things will be understood. So will this song be. Having the intention to do some 'couching' tonight and wishing you all the best... Sori sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am nimic de zis. Ascult numai o piesa pe repeat, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnSyodM-vAQ"&gt;cu un videoclip funny&lt;/a&gt; ,piesa fiind intr-o limba pe care incerc sa o inteleg. Usor - usor, asa cum imi sfatuia un prieten, lucrurile se inteleg. La fel ca si acest cantec. Indreptandu-ma spre niste 'couching' - a sta pe canapea va urez toate bune... Sori doarme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3524840772553040023?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3524840772553040023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3524840772553040023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3524840772553040023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3524840772553040023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-to-saynimic-de-spus.html' title='Nothing to say.../Nimic de spus...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2549800850175930006</id><published>2009-04-06T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:12:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cismigiu Babes Reloaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sdpv6gVeoGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pw_YCBzH78Q/s1600-h/Hotel+Cismigiu+Babes-bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sdpv6gVeoGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pw_YCBzH78Q/s320/Hotel+Cismigiu+Babes-bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321688960594780258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left...&lt;br /&gt;Ce-a mai ramas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2549800850175930006?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2549800850175930006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2549800850175930006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2549800850175930006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2549800850175930006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/cismigiu-babes-reloaded.html' title='Cismigiu Babes Reloaded'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/Sdpv6gVeoGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pw_YCBzH78Q/s72-c/Hotel+Cismigiu+Babes-bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3556415413661416697</id><published>2009-04-06T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:09:23.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cismigiu Park Babes / Bucatici din Cismigiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SdpvPa49zXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TppRroYwRbI/s1600-h/66poarta-ncasa+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SdpvPa49zXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TppRroYwRbI/s320/66poarta-ncasa+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321688220398636402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old style fun...&lt;br /&gt;Ca-n vremurili bune...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3556415413661416697?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3556415413661416697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3556415413661416697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3556415413661416697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3556415413661416697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/cismigiu-park-babes-bucatici-din.html' title='Cismigiu Park Babes / Bucatici din Cismigiu'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SdpvPa49zXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/TppRroYwRbI/s72-c/66poarta-ncasa+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-427982577289945567</id><published>2009-04-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:53:08.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the sunshine in.../  Lasa soarele sa intre...</title><content type='html'>:)let's have a great week-end! Let's enjoy the spring that just came and laugh with our mouhts up to our ears... Let's smile and be happy... Let us open our windows and welcome the fresh air into our rooms...'Cause life should be joy and happynes, not sorrow and regrets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE SUNSHINE IN !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) sa fie acesta un week-end de pomina! Sa ne bucuram de primavara care tocmai a venit si sa radem cu gura pana la urechi...Sa zambim si sa fim fericiti...Sa deschidem geamurile si sa lasam aerul curat sa intre in camere...Pentru ca viata ar trebui sa fie plina de bucurie si zambete, nu regrete si amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE SUNSHINE IN !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-427982577289945567?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/427982577289945567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=427982577289945567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/427982577289945567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/427982577289945567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-sunshine-in-lasa-soarele-sa-intre.html' title='Let the sunshine in.../  Lasa soarele sa intre...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1555417157418455394</id><published>2009-03-30T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:19:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are yours short?   /  Ale tale sunt scurte?</title><content type='html'>So...i said 'Short thoughts', but are they really short? Mine ar not, but i try to make them simplier and shorter. Are yours short?&lt;br /&gt;Following the concept "&lt;em&gt;Show me yours, (maybe) i'll show you mine..." &lt;/em&gt;i'm going to write a few of my ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i went shopping, now i feel better. Does that make me a true woman?&lt;br /&gt;- i saw the sunset a few moments ago. And it was so quiet and peacefull. Does that make me a romantic?&lt;br /&gt;- i danced when i was driving. Does that make me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm smoking like a turkish man. Will i get cancer?&lt;br /&gt;- i love to smile to unknown people. Does that help me?&lt;br /&gt;- i drink a lot of tee. Will i ever drink a lot of coffe?&lt;br /&gt;- i am still wishing for red hair again. Will i ever grow up?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm a sucker for seaside. Will i ever eat fish?&lt;br /&gt;- i love to look people in the eyes. Will they ever look in mine?&lt;br /&gt;- people say i'm complicated. Will they ever finish 'the puzzle' that i am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff...this was not so short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's your turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si varianta in romaneste, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci...am zis 'Ganduri scurte', nu ca ar fi vre-o data, dar incerc si eu sa le mai scurtez. Mergand pe principiul &lt;em&gt;"Arata-mi tu, apoi iti arat si eu"&lt;/em&gt;, va expun cateva din gandurile mele rapide, intr-o tarzie seara de Luni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- am fost la cumparaturi, iar acum ma simt extraordinar. Inseamna ca reprezint tipicul feminin?&lt;br /&gt;- am vazut apusul soarelui acum cateva minute, si a fost atat de liniste si pace. Inseamna ca sunt o romantica incurabila?&lt;br /&gt;- am dansat in timp ce conduceam. Sunt nebuna?&lt;br /&gt;- fumez ca un turc. O sa fac cancer?&lt;br /&gt;- imi place sa zambesc oamenilor necunoscuti. Ma ajuta la ceva?&lt;br /&gt;- beau o tona de ceai. O sa beau o tona de cafea?&lt;br /&gt;- inca imi doresc parul rosu. O sa maturizez in viata asta vre-o data?&lt;br /&gt;- sunt innebunita dupa mare. O sa mananc peste in viata asta?&lt;br /&gt;- imi place la nebunie sa privesc oamenii in ochi. Ei ma vor privi pe mine?&lt;br /&gt;- oamenii zic ca-s complicata. Vor termina ei puzzle-ul meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pff.. n-a fost prea scurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum e randul tau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1555417157418455394?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1555417157418455394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1555417157418455394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1555417157418455394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1555417157418455394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-yours-short-ale-tale-sunt-scurte.html' title='Are yours short?   /  Ale tale sunt scurte?'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1486128133860058970</id><published>2009-03-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:44:48.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.... Smile.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago i received a very nice and appropriate ghift. I felt really impressed, not just because of the ghift but the intention and way of giving wwere the ones that struk me in the most nicest way. It came in a moment when i was thinking that i was giving again all and nothing was going to come back to me in the end. This has raised my spirit and made me smile like i haven't smiled in a while. It's not about the big things i was used to handle, but for the small ones i learned how to adjust. For me, little things count. It gave me power. There are some more things we should take the time to discover in the ones close to us. Is it a problem about trust or about how to earn it? My lack of trust in people, well ...one day maybe somebody will gain it for real...untill then, nothing but respect and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cateva zile, intr-un moment in care simteam ca iar daruiesc totul si nimic nu se va intoarce inapoi la mine, sub o forma sau alta, am primit un cadou care m-a facut sa zambesc cum nu am mai zambit de ceva vreme. Nu cadoul in sine m-a impresionat, desi valoarea lui este una ...sa-i zicem sentimentala. Impresionata am fost de intentia si simplitattea modalitatii in care mi-a fost daruit. Aceste doua lucruri mici si simple m-au facut sa ma simt puternica. Pentru ca nu pun accent pe lucrurile mari de care trebuie sa am grija, tinandu-le pe cele mici mai aproape de inima. Maruntele si insesizabilele lucruri pe care am invatat sa le iau in seama. Pentru mine ele conteaza. Sunt cu siguranta multe alte lucruri pe care ar trebui sa le descoperim la persoanele pe care le tinem aproape de noi. Oare este vorba despre bariera neincrederii sau poate despre modalitatea de a castiga increderea cuiva?&lt;br /&gt;Despre lipsa mea de incredere in oameni...pai...cineva intr-o zi senina si cu soare o va castiga cu siguranta. Pana atunci...tot respectul si admiratia mea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1486128133860058970?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1486128133860058970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1486128133860058970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1486128133860058970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1486128133860058970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-days-ago-i-received-very-nice-and.html' title='.... Smile.'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6748076641580936821</id><published>2009-03-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:47:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me... Do we?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SbPaXrMs8qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wX4OxD97_Ww/s1600-h/lust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SbPaXrMs8qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wX4OxD97_Ww/s320/lust.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310828485867795106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You know how it feels when all of them come together? Do you know how it feels when you simply have to accept the fact that your head knwos you have to pass on a chance that your heart screems for?! This torture of pleasure you must put up with...these feelings that burst somehow from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;It's in one's natural way to be, because we all have feelings, and for sure it always has to be a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BUT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; involved, we retain ourselves from acting natural and simple. We think, we imagine, we even try to find solutions for our feelings...but never do we put them in practice. Situations and situations, hunger of love, lust and hope, desire of closness...all of them burts inside us at som point. Do we have to be strong? Do we have to keep our heads up and ignore all of that? Tell me... do we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bineinteles in Romana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii cum este atunci cand toate se aduna? Stii cum este sa te aflii in situatia in care trebuie sa iti asculti capul si nu Inima? Chiar daca ea urla dupa tot ceea ce iti doresti? Aceasta tortura a placerii cu care trebuie sa lupti, aceste sentimente care din cand in cand, explodeza...&lt;br /&gt;Sta in comportamentul fiecarui om de a avea sentimente si dorinte, dar intotdeauna trebuie sa existe un &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DAR"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; implicat care ne determina sa ne abtinem de la tot ceea ce ne-ar face fericiti. Gandim, ne imaginam ba chiar cautam solutii pentru a 'rezolva' aceste sentimente, ...dar nu le punem in practica. Situatii si situatii, foamea de dragoste si dorinta de apropiere, setea de senzualitate...ele toate explodeaza inauntrul nostru. Chiar trebuie sa fim puternici? Chiar trebuie sa tinem capul sus si sa ignoram toate astea? Spune-mi...trebuie?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6748076641580936821?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6748076641580936821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6748076641580936821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6748076641580936821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6748076641580936821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-do-we.html' title='Tell me... Do we?!'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SbPaXrMs8qI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wX4OxD97_Ww/s72-c/lust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1638965832998368792</id><published>2009-03-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:02:27.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rusine de primavara.../Spring's shame...</title><content type='html'>Shame! on who? On me... Why? I'll tell you guys why... because i got lost in time... i only remembered that today the Spring starts just for the simple reason that a child brought me flowers. And his cheeks were red, screaming of health and happiness.  I was ashamed again, just for the simple reason that i forgot about the simple facts in life. Spring came! I should be opening the windows so the Sun could come and kindly tickle my eyelashes in the morning... But me, instead, what am i doing?! Forgetting... Shame , Shame, Shame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI bineinteles, variana in romana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusine! Cui? Mie...De ce? Va spun imediat...pentru ca iar m-am ratacit in timp. Mi-am adus aminte ca azi incepe primavara doar in momentul in care un copil ai carui obraji urlau de sanatate si fericire, mi-a adus un buchetele de zambile. Am fost rusinata iar, doar pentru ca am uitat de lucruile simple de care odionioara ma bucuram. Ar trebui sa deschid dimineata ferestrele si sa las Soarele sa-mi gadile pleoapele, alintindu-ma usor...dar in schimb, eu ce fac?! Uit Uit Uit ... Rusine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1638965832998368792?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1638965832998368792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1638965832998368792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1638965832998368792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1638965832998368792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/03/rusine-de-primavarasprings-shame.html' title='Rusine de primavara.../Spring&apos;s shame...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7452884672134386429</id><published>2009-02-24T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:26:58.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to not forget about yourself...</title><content type='html'>Yes, we sometimes forget. It's only human to forget things, names, ideas or feelings. I've noticed that lately, people tend to forget to be happy. They simply forget to do things for themselves, for their own comfort. For the soul must also be fed from time to time, and not just the stomach. We sometimes wish to forget. We generally avoid remembering bad things or times when we were hurt. But all these things come back without us pushing the 'forget' button. It's just like in the saying: "You cannot escape your fears". Perhaps some use their fears to stay focused and alert. Everyone should know that only through exercising it, will the mind sharpen. We may forget important things. And if we tend to forget, we can simply loose our heads. The past is actually the base for the present. And if we forget the past, will the present still have a solid basis? Someone once told me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't forget to not forget about yourself." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Perhaps when forgetting about ourselves, we go back in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si bineinteles varianta in Romana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Da, Uneori uitam. Si este pur omenesc sa uiti, de la amanunte la nume, de la idei la sentimente. Am observat in ultima vreme ca oamenii au tendinta de a uita sa fie fericiti. Uita pur si simplu sa faca lucruri pentru ei, pentru confortul lor si bunastarea sufletului. Pentru ca si sufletul trebuie hranit din cand in cand, nu doar stomacul. Cateodata ne dorim sa uitam. In general evitam sa ne aducem aminte de lucruri rele, sentimente de suferinta, perioade ale vietii cand poate nu eram in regula. Dar toate aceste lucruri vin inapoi fara ca noi sa apasam pe butonul uitarii. Exact ca in zicala : "De ce ti-e frica, nu scapi." Poate ca unii folosesc uitarea ca un mod de a-si tine mintea clara si focusata. Dar orice om trebuie sa stie ca doar prin exerciutiu isi poate forma acuratetea mintii. Iar daca uitam, putem ajunge sa ne uitam si capul. Si cand iti uiti capul, atunci urmeaza si sufletul, inevitabil. Tot ceea ce dam uitarii, nu va dispare niciodata. Si poate tot ceea ce inseamna trecut, este de fapt baza prezentului. Iar daca dam uitarii trecutul, oare prezentul va mai fi bazat pe ceva solid? Un calator prin viata mi-a zis oadata : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nu uita sa nu uiti de tine"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Poate ca atunci cand uitam de noi, ne reintoarcem in trecut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7452884672134386429?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7452884672134386429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7452884672134386429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7452884672134386429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7452884672134386429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-forget-to-not-forget-about.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to not forget about yourself...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5918566865592388847</id><published>2009-02-19T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:30:52.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent all these years - Tori Amos &amp; Leonard Cohen</title><content type='html'>Excuse me but can I be you for a while, my dog won't bite if you sit, real still. I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again yeah, I can hear that been saved again by the garbage truck .&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say you know, but nothing comes, yes I know what you think of me you never shut up. yeah I can hear that but, what if I'm a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but, I don't care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here, silent all these years....&lt;br /&gt;    So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts? what's so amazing about really deep thoughts boy? You best pray that I bleed real soon... how's that thought for you? My scream got lost in a paper cup. You think there's a heaven where some screams have gone... I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it's enough to get us there? Years go by ... will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand... years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head... years go by will I choke on my  tears till finally there is nothing left... one more casualty. You know... we're too easy ....&lt;br /&gt;    Well I love the way we communicate, your eyes focus on my funny lip shape. Let's hear what you think of me now but baby don't look up the sky is falling. Your mother &lt;br /&gt;shows up in a nasty dress, it's your turn now to stand where I stand. Everybody lookin' at you... here take hold of my hand. Yeah. I can hear them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5918566865592388847?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5918566865592388847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5918566865592388847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5918566865592388847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5918566865592388847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/silent-all-these-years-tori-amos.html' title='Silent all these years - Tori Amos &amp; Leonard Cohen'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8384816703380774227</id><published>2009-02-17T11:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:42:10.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's for the crazy ones....</title><content type='html'>Because i like to share, here's a little poem i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s to the crazy ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The misfits.The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?&lt;br /&gt;Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?&lt;br /&gt;Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? &lt;br /&gt;We make tools for these kinds of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8384816703380774227?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8384816703380774227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8384816703380774227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8384816703380774227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8384816703380774227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-for-crazy-ones.html' title='Here&apos;s for the crazy ones....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-91002399696996636</id><published>2009-02-15T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:53:11.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SZhWgdAESDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TjqYBxJe8zE/s1600-h/eclipsa-luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SZhWgdAESDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TjqYBxJe8zE/s320/eclipsa-luna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303083676769470514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although while I'm writing these lines, there's still daylight outside, I wish it was night. Because at night I feel good. The night represents the time when we are relaxed, when we think, when we recover. It has the power to sometimes make everything all right and any problem disappear. Although many are afraid of the night, I always gladly wait for it. I find it easier to breathe at night, when I don't hear all the buzzing of the cars and I'm not bothered by the staleness of the dusty streets. And yes, the night is romantic - another reason for my love of it. To some, it became the chance to take shelter from all the problems and to just relax, whereas for others, the night is the time to take care of the rest of their affairs which come up in everyday life. There was a song which went like this: "The night, always a good friend, a glass of wine and the lights down low...", and I remember I was charmed by it. The night isn't just a full moon surrounded by a sea of stars filling the sky, but also it's about charm and magic. Indeed, something always happens during the night, a light flickers, something dies or is born. Though it seems peaceful, the night is always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-91002399696996636?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/91002399696996636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=91002399696996636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/91002399696996636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/91002399696996636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/night.html' title='The Night...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SZhWgdAESDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TjqYBxJe8zE/s72-c/eclipsa-luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5467793204189872151</id><published>2009-02-10T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:09:06.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short....</title><content type='html'>in need of change, &lt;br /&gt;in need of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;in need of looking,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in need of blessing,&lt;br /&gt;in need of couressing,&lt;br /&gt;in need of me, inside you,&lt;br /&gt;in need of her,to leave you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5467793204189872151?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5467793204189872151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5467793204189872151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5467793204189872151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5467793204189872151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/short.html' title='Short....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3685434570527719016</id><published>2009-02-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:53:21.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerability</title><content type='html'>Since it is a fairly common feature of people in general, I decided to write about it today. When it comes to people, I like to search deep within their very essence, therefore I thought that the one thing we all keep hidden and we consider a sign of weakness, is our vulnerability. In those moments in which vulnerability is shown, as people, we get a chance to really know personalities around us; for it is the appropriate moment for confessions and also displays of sensibility. And surprises just keep on coming because vulnerability is like a gateway of the human soul. It must not be looked upon as a bad thing, because being sensitive does not mean not being strong, and under no circumstances does it mean that people should take advantage of such moments. And because we are people, and not robots, nobody forbids us to display sensibility or to unmask our true personalities in front of everybody else. A while ago I've asked a man if he ever cries and he said "No. Never." I realized that he was lying. We cannot act indifferently to the bad things that happen around us. In the end this is the way we are, with both good and bad, and masks are merely an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3685434570527719016?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3685434570527719016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3685434570527719016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3685434570527719016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3685434570527719016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/vulnerability.html' title='Vulnerability'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1757234963231339851</id><published>2009-02-07T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:16:17.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end of the world, as we know it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SY1tZitjLjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/341Jc_HBLdE/s1600-h/vama-veche-asfalt-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SY1tZitjLjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/341Jc_HBLdE/s320/vama-veche-asfalt-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300012622066953778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SY1tTs9fLhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zIOgY3ijMCU/s1600-h/vama-veche-asfalt-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SY1tTs9fLhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zIOgY3ijMCU/s320/vama-veche-asfalt-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300012521738939922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, it's the end of an Era....&lt;br /&gt;My deepest thoughts of bitterness go out to all the Vama Veche goers..&lt;br /&gt;This was about the spirit of freedom, about all the good times when nobody judged nobody...This also was the place on that all europeans were jelous...&lt;em&gt;A german is crying...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1757234963231339851?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1757234963231339851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1757234963231339851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1757234963231339851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1757234963231339851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='It&apos;s the end of the world, as we know it...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SY1tZitjLjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/341Jc_HBLdE/s72-c/vama-veche-asfalt-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7373653422903471110</id><published>2009-01-26T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:39:25.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Waits and me...</title><content type='html'>Cum sa incep?... ASA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am un &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/alex.somesan"&gt;prieten&lt;/a&gt;. Bun ce-i drept. Prietenul acesta asculta Tom Waits si acum un an a binevoit sa-mi trimita si mie cam toata discografia. Ei bine, dupa un an de zile, caci atat mi-a trebuit sa-mi aduc aminte de Tom Waits, l-am descoperit si eu pe acest artist... Discografia s-a dus pe apa sambetei odata cu hardu' meu plin... Dar mi-am revizuit atitudinea si am scos din nou de pe net cateva din piesele lui Tom Waits...am dat peste &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_cpQgi9EQc"&gt;piesa asta &lt;/a&gt;si am purces la gandit. Vi-o las si voua &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_cpQgi9EQc"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;...poate asa o sa descoperiti si voi lucruri despre care eu uitasem.&lt;br /&gt;Somn bun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7373653422903471110?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7373653422903471110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7373653422903471110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7373653422903471110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7373653422903471110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/01/tom-waits-and-me.html' title='Tom Waits and me...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6773108683444298044</id><published>2009-01-17T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:21:16.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felul in care...</title><content type='html'>*Nota - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7oVxvRuzQw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7oVxvRuzQw&lt;/a&gt;  si citeste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tragea din tigara si cum buzele carnoase i se mulau de 100's-urile ei favorite.&lt;br /&gt;...isi intindea gatul, stiind mereu ca el e acolo si ii va observa suavitatea gesturilor.&lt;br /&gt;...scotea fumul sacadat, facind cerculet dupa cerculet, sub atentia-i obisnuita.&lt;br /&gt;...isi misca umarul dezgolit la auzul viorilor.&lt;br /&gt;...il privea fix in ochi, simtind fiecare gand ce salasluia in spatele lor.&lt;br /&gt;...isi musca coltul buzei de jos pana la stratul de carne vie, cu pofta si pasiune, doar pentru a-i arata cat de mult il dorea.&lt;br /&gt;...ii urmarea liniile de pe chip, cu ochii inchisi.&lt;br /&gt;...mustacea zambind la fiecare atingere suava.&lt;br /&gt;...ii intuia miscarile si dorintele.&lt;br /&gt;...tot ceea ce simtea era transpus pe figura ei, fara perdea si fara retinere.&lt;br /&gt;...isi arcuia spatele mangaiat de degetele lui lungi si moi.&lt;br /&gt;...stia sa se joace cu gandurile si simtirile lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armik...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6773108683444298044?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6773108683444298044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6773108683444298044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6773108683444298044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6773108683444298044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/01/felul-in-care.html' title='Felul in care...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3450554300345887311</id><published>2009-01-10T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:15:33.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies R.I.P. ...</title><content type='html'>Este sambata dupa amiaza, si pentru diseara am un plan...&lt;br /&gt;E iarna, sau cel putin incearca. In fiecare iarna, imi aduc aminte de Oldies. Era odata un club...acum e o bodega naspa. Ca deh, orice miracol tine putin, sau oricum nu tine...&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte de cum am intrat prima oara acolo, de cum dansau cei peste 400 de oameni care veneau constant. Imi aduc aminte cu ce drag mergeam. Formam gasca dupa gasca si dansam, radeam si plecam fericiti. Rememorez toate intamplarile prin care am trecut, toti oamenii pe care i-am cunoscut acolo, intr-un cuvant sunt nostalgica si mi-e dor de sentimentul pe care-l aveam. Ascultam acolo Shakin' Stevens cu placere si ma bucuram nespus sa aud muzica de calitate pe care stiam ca numai acolo o voi gasi, seara de seara. Imi aduc aminte de altfel cum tot acolo m-am indragostit... si ce bucuroasa eram pentru asta, de toate 'jocurile'  pe care le 'jucam'. And for tonight i'm gonna rock for all the good times i spent there...&lt;br /&gt;Now Oldies is R.I.P., ....&lt;br /&gt;Numai bine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3450554300345887311?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3450554300345887311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3450554300345887311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3450554300345887311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3450554300345887311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/01/oldies-rip.html' title='Oldies R.I.P. ...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2868156675622364004</id><published>2009-01-05T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:54:36.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru cei care inca mai cred in "HOME MADE"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnitinit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.cnitinit.blogspot.com/ &lt;/a&gt; luati de cumparati, i know i did....si mi s-a parut super tare ideea. Tipa munceste cinstit, isi valorifica talentul si mai face si bani din asta. Felicitarile mele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2868156675622364004?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2868156675622364004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2868156675622364004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2868156675622364004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2868156675622364004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/01/pentru-cei-care-inca-mai-cred-in-home.html' title='Pentru cei care inca mai cred in &quot;HOME MADE&quot;...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-9102218824212281743</id><published>2009-01-03T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:24:33.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invatind sa nu mai bag de seama...</title><content type='html'>...undeva acum 4 5 ani,  am invatat sa fiu cu adevarat atenta. Si nu-mi scapa absolut nimic. Ii enervam pe cei din jurul meu, desi acest lucru poate ii ajuta si pe ei. Intre timp, lucrurile s-au schimbat si la fel ca oricere alt om de pe pamant am evoluat. Am schimbat medii, am intalnit oameni noi, i-am iubit si inca-i iubesc. Contrar, au fost multi pe care i-am trecut de la "vechi" in sertarul uitarii...Ce vreau eu sa zic de fapt este ca, o data cu aceste noi experiente, am trait-o si pe cea a coincidentelor. Mi-o aduc aminte pe prima, care m-a lovit in moalele capului. Mi-o aduc aminte in fiecare zi si noaptea inainte sa adorm. Dar am ajuns la concluzia ca nu-mi foloseste la nimic aceasta amintire si ca ar trebui sa o pun si pe ea in acel sertar al uitarii...desi ideea nu-mi incanta sufletul sub nici o forma. De fiecare data cand imi taie calea cate o astfel de coincidenta, am tendinta sa ma leg de ea. Dar acum stiu ca trebuie doar sa deschid sertarul, si sa o pun langa toate celelalte lucruri "uitate". Pentru ca din cand in cand e bine sa mai si uiti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-9102218824212281743?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/9102218824212281743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=9102218824212281743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9102218824212281743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9102218824212281743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2009/01/invatind-sa-nu-mai-bag-de-seama.html' title='Invatind sa nu mai bag de seama...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-58008192472458513</id><published>2008-12-31T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:35:27.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primul post pe 2009...</title><content type='html'>Pai ce sa zic...? Ca e ora 6:22, si eu sunt treaza? N-ar fi o premiera! Cred ca fiecare om isi doreste ca de fiecare data cand vine anul nou, sa faca ceva nou...ei bine eu sunt constanta...sau cel putin asa consider...&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput anul nou in sufrageria surorii mele...in fata calculatorului ascultand &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW-lKSD8t8E"&gt;Ornella Vanoni - L'appuntamento&lt;/a&gt;...dupa sufletul meu...caci asa a fost sa fie...&lt;br /&gt;Am venit acasa cu R.A.T.B. -ul, si pe canapea ma asteapta cineva... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un an nou fericit...asa cum va fi al meu...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-58008192472458513?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/58008192472458513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=58008192472458513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/58008192472458513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/58008192472458513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/primul-post-pe-2009.html' title='Primul post pe 2009...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-9087145591013779480</id><published>2008-12-29T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:17:27.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casuta mea de email, si amintirile din ea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SVkiP53oNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/avgkP_uGo-4/s1600-h/ptrselva+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SVkiP53oNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/avgkP_uGo-4/s320/ptrselva+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285293294323512642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce face Sori cand sta acasa si se plictiseste (de moarte)? Poze, muzica, ...filme, telefoane...dar ce mi-a trecut prin cap sa fac a fost sa ma uit la sfarsitul casutei mele de e-mail. Am avzut ca acolo in fereastra de la email yahoo, exista un buton "last". Si am apasat. M-am minunat ce strangatoare am fost...am gasit emailuri inca din 2004 toamna... Cate amintiri, cate conversatii, cum am marcat fiecare intamplare cu cate un email, cum nu le-am sters pentru ca doream sa pastrez amintirea vie in timp a unor lucruri care s-au intamplat! Sute de e-mailuri, sute de pagini, sute de ganduri impartasite stateau aranjate unele sub altele,  ...Si pe toate le-am pastrat. Am ras pret de jumate de ceas in fata calculatorului despre: glume, vechi flirturi virtuale, situatii de criza, poze si contacte ce atunci erau noi. Si pe toate le-am gasit acolo, unde in timp le-am adunat fara sa-mi dau seama...din 2004 pana azi, aproape fiind de sfarsitul gloriosului 2008. &lt;br /&gt;Cu totii cred ca la sfarsit de an tragem o linie. Eu m-am intors in trecutul virtual al actiunilor mele, pentru a gasi ceea ce odata de mult era important si interesant. Da, acel "keep'n'thouch" .&lt;br /&gt;Amuzant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multa caldura si un sfarsit de an asa cum se cuvine!&lt;br /&gt;Sori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-9087145591013779480?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/9087145591013779480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=9087145591013779480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9087145591013779480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9087145591013779480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/casuta-mea-de-email-si-amintirile-din.html' title='Casuta mea de email, si amintirile din ea...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SVkiP53oNUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/avgkP_uGo-4/s72-c/ptrselva+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4437242399953544910</id><published>2008-12-24T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:28:09.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatori cu fericire....</title><content type='html'>Ma aflu la al 24-lea Craciun din viata mea. Si incerc in fiecare an sa-mi aduc aminte unde eram anul trecut pe aceasta vreme. Dar nu reusesc. &lt;br /&gt;Am fost la cumparaturi in Billa, ca doar nu ma riscam sa ma duc la Mall sau mai stiu eu ce alta Mecca a cumparaturilor, unde miile de oameni merg. Cred ca e ceva psihologic cu cumparaturile astea. E doar o ecuatie, zic eu, care arata asa: salariu+craciun=trebuie sa fie destul=&gt;CUMPARATURI...  Unde este necunoscuta din aceasta ecuatie?! Pai nu este. Desi nu vreau sa fiu in pielea celor care , in luna Ianuarie vor blestema cu desavarsire actiunile intreprinse inainte de Craciun...ca deh, romanu' e mana larga dar fara constiinta masurii...&lt;br /&gt;Oameni buni! Nu va mai imbulziti in magazine! Nu va mai certati cu vanzatorii! Nu mai cautati super oferte ieftine si bune, ca tot pacaliti sunteti! Nebunia despre care auzim de la TV sau radio, ...pai tot noi o provocam! Tu cel care stai si citesti acum esti 1 din cele cateva mii despre care auzi ca-ti zice Esca la stiri diseara! Asta e...asa se intampla in Romanica noastra stralucitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Acum...Va urez si eu "Craciun Fericit!"...si ne auzim pan' de Anu cel nou...care cica se prevede a fi unul prolific...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va pupa Sori...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4437242399953544910?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4437242399953544910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4437242399953544910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4437242399953544910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4437242399953544910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/sarbatori-cu-fericire.html' title='Sarbatori cu fericire....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6832231266241026350</id><published>2008-12-22T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:54:51.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a first...</title><content type='html'>Este decembrie... Am fost mereu obisnuita sa-mi programez sarbatorile de iarna, sa-mi fac planuri, sa vorbesc cu mama despre meniul pentru masa de Craciun, sa ne pregatim cu fel si fel de cadouri, pentru fel si fel de oameni dragi. In oricare alt an as fi stiut inca de prin septembrie/octombrie unde ar fi urmat sa-mi petrec trecerea dintre ani. Ei bine, NU. Anul acesta "mergem pe burta". Schimbarile care s-au produs in ultima vreme si-au pus amprenta asupra micilor detalii de care am refuzat sa ma ocup, lasandu-le pe ultima suta...&lt;br /&gt;Anul acesta, there is no plan. Lasam la voia intamplarii? Putem sa "cope with the unsecure feelings" generate de "there is no plan" asta? Om putea, iar eu una am inceput deja prin a-mi deschide a "bottle of red", pentru un decembrie tarziu fara plan...&lt;br /&gt;And this is, actually, a first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai bine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6832231266241026350?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6832231266241026350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6832231266241026350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6832231266241026350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6832231266241026350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-first.html' title='This is a first...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2327876739006652065</id><published>2008-12-15T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:43:47.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak-ish and Sexy...</title><content type='html'>Am dat din intamplare peste acest barbat. Cautam numai sa vad ce s-a mai intamplat prin lume, pe la concursurile astea gen "Cautam talentu din om"..., evident in jumatea mea de ora pe seara, rezervata youtube-ului... Si am dat peste &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitas"&gt;el&lt;/a&gt;. In afara de faptul ca e doar un pusti mult prea bine-cuvantat de Dumnezeu,care te face sa te simti un pic sexy dar si un pic intrigato-speriat, are si al dracului de mult sarm...Well, m-am uitat de vreo 3 4 ori la filmulet, si apoi am zis ca daca nu pot avea de a-face cu el live, "macar sa-l urc pe site pe bulangiu'". Cum nu-l pot transforma in "barbatul meu preferat din virtual", va invit sa-l vedeti si sa-l audiati pe &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJTzzVsUNAU&amp;feature=related"&gt;VITAS&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, si va pup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2327876739006652065?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2327876739006652065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2327876739006652065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2327876739006652065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2327876739006652065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/freak-ish-and-sexy.html' title='Freak-ish and Sexy...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4771242120652744594</id><published>2008-12-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:34:16.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oameni si caini...</title><content type='html'>Scriam in zilele bune despre prietenie. Ma durea groaznic cand aflam ca relatiile de prietenie din jurul meu se rup. Si tot atunci, in zilele bune, luptam pentru &lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/photos/displayMyPhoto.do?photoId=353925064&amp;albumId=7833480&amp;ownerId=10303362"&gt;PRIETENIE&lt;/a&gt;. Mi s-a demonstrat chiar si pana in clipa de fata ca luptam degeaba. Si am vazut multe cazuri si situatii in care as fi preferat sa inchid ochii si sa ma fac nevazuta. Momente in care as fi dat orice sa ma transform in "&lt;em&gt;Omul Invizibil&lt;/em&gt;", sa dispar, ba chiar sa nu iau parte la anumite intamplari. Sau poate momente in care as fi vrut sa imi trag prietenii de ureche. Acum 2 zile era sa mor. Dupa ce "era sa mor" am stat 10 min si m-am gandit la multe. Nu stiu daca sunt persoana cea mai indicata sa vorbesc/scriu despre prietenie, dar un lucru stiu sigur...si va invit si pe voi sa-l aflati, printr-un simplu &lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/varvari/79ff51cd44fb76"&gt;CLICK AICI&lt;/a&gt; .  Te cam loveste in moalele capului, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4771242120652744594?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4771242120652744594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4771242120652744594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4771242120652744594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4771242120652744594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/oameni-si-caini.html' title='Oameni si caini...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2385063674081182644</id><published>2008-12-05T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:30:02.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O judeci?!</title><content type='html'>Vineri seara. Ajung acasa. Deschid El Computadore. Yahoo messenger. Offline messages. Link revista. Articol usor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="  http://www.hotcity.ro/la-cine-tinem/nu-mai-insel-am-obosit"&gt;Nu mai insel, am obosit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: marie jeanne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E un mister cum se descurca anumite persoane cu viata lor. Anumite persoane care sunt atat de ocupate, incat imi pun serios problema daca au vreodata timp sa citeasca o carte, sa vada un film in liniste, sa gateasca acasa sau sa iasa cu prietenii. Sunt oameni care muncesc absolut in fiecare zi sau oameni care au prea multe lucruri in viata de care trebuie sa se ocupe. Exista insa si cei care au prea multe persoane in viata lor.&lt;br /&gt;Si aici nu ma refer la bunici bolnavi care au nevoie de ingrijire, copii sau animale. Ma refer la cei in a caror viata au fost inghesuite mai multe persoane decat locurile prevazute de constructor. ­&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o prietena casatorita, care are un amant. Are, pe langa asta, un job care ii ocupa zece ore din zi, obligatii de protocol care ii impun sa plimbe destul de des tot felul de persoane importante si parinti mai in varsta pe care ii viziteaza periodic.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine, aceasta femeie este un model de eroina, cineva care daca nu ar trebui sa aiba statuie, ar trebui macar sa dea numele, onorific, unei reviste pentru femei suprasolicitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am intrebat-o cum se descurca. Cu amaraciune in glas, m-a rugat sa o las in durerea ei. Numai ea stie prin ce trece! Daca doua seri pe saptamana scoate la cina clienti ai firmei, pe a treia o inventeaza si o dedica amantului. Daca in realitate se duce doar un weekend la doua luni acasa la parinti, weekendul din luna libera il petrece la munte cu amantul. Pauzele de masa in care ia pranzul cu clientii sunt mai rare decat odata la doua zile, cum pretinde ea. Timpul personal nu mai exista. Daca pretexteaza doua ore la salonul de infrumusetare, trebuie sa faca bine sa termine in jumatate de ora. Poate ar vrea sa vada vreodata un film cu prietenele, dar este o scuza deja folosita in scopuri practice, la fel cum sunt si expozitiile, piesele de teatru, cursul de dans si orele de sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu face nimic din toate acestea. Toata viata ei interioara se invarte in jurul programarii atente, a explicatiilor bine gandite, a studiului actoriei rafinate pentru acasa. A si uitat de ce tine atat de mult sa faca asta, a si uitat satisfactiile pe care acest amant i le-ar aduce. Pentru ca nu mai are timp sa se bucure nici de asta, prinsa in vartejul miscarii continuue si a mecanismelor de camuflaj. Stau si ma intreb daca in timp ce face dragoste cu el isi planifica un drum cat mai scurt spre casa, daca repeta in sinea ei discursul catre sot, daca inventeaza mici dragalasenii care sa-l faca sa o ierte ca dedica atat de mult timp "carierei".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spre finalul discutiei, in timp ce eu aveam dilemele astea, o aud ca imi spune cu un glas terminat: &lt;br /&gt;-Trebuie sa plec acum, ca sa ajung la sase acasa.&lt;br /&gt;- E abia 3, ii raspund.&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu, dar...&lt;br /&gt;Si ma paraseste, lasandu-ma cu aceste ultime cuvinte rostite in timp ce-si infasura cu graba fularul:&lt;br /&gt;-Cred ca nu mai insel. Am obosit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O judeci!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2385063674081182644?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2385063674081182644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2385063674081182644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2385063674081182644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2385063674081182644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-judeci.html' title='O judeci?!'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2504695584929695647</id><published>2008-12-03T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:22:39.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascult Salam, dar mai am o sansa...</title><content type='html'>Din segmentul STAND UP COMEDY, va recomand cu drag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cocalari.com/2008/12/sa-radem-cu-teo/"&gt;http://cocalari.com/2008/12/sa-radem-cu-teo/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY....i know i did....&lt;br /&gt;Soarele cand apune, nu dispare...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all love, va pup!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2504695584929695647?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2504695584929695647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2504695584929695647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2504695584929695647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2504695584929695647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/12/ascult-salam-dar-mai-am-o-sansa.html' title='Ascult Salam, dar mai am o sansa...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8753040852569388728</id><published>2008-11-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:09:54.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on, to the next level...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/STA_TcS44JI/AAAAAAAAADs/Mv5skVMwSxY/s1600-h/sageata+verde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/STA_TcS44JI/AAAAAAAAADs/Mv5skVMwSxY/s320/sageata+verde.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273784766896332946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine, cea...sau de ce nu, cel care citesti acum:&lt;br /&gt;-cred ca trebuie sa lasi in urma totul.&lt;br /&gt;-cred ca nu mai are sens sa rascolesti trecutul, doar pentru ca iti pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;-stiu ca acum a venit un moment de rutina, si cauti o scapare. Nu acesta este raspunsul.&lt;br /&gt;-stii ca ai pierdut, dar nu ai ce face. E omeneste, toti reactionam asa cand realizam ca am gresit. Automat VREM INAPOI. Daca vei vei ajunge acolo "inapoi", nimic nu va fi ca inainte.&lt;br /&gt;-poti judeca si poti taia in carne vie. NIMENI nu-ti va da dreptate. Asa-s oamenii, rai. Dar poate cand 100 plus 1 iti spun ca esti beat, tu ar trebui sa te opresti. Sau nu...si sa pierzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cum buna mea surioara zicea..."It's too late!"&lt;br /&gt;O sti ea ce o sti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum inchide aceasta pagina si treci mai departe. Viata TA te asteapta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8753040852569388728?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8753040852569388728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8753040852569388728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8753040852569388728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8753040852569388728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving-on-to-next-level.html' title='Moving on, to the next level...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/STA_TcS44JI/AAAAAAAAADs/Mv5skVMwSxY/s72-c/sageata+verde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8958456631718272172</id><published>2008-11-26T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:25:11.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Perfect Yet, but Close Enough for Love</title><content type='html'>Aprinzandu-mi tigara de la aragaz, cu privirea spre geam, am vazut ceata ce se lasa peste lac. Am deshis geamul, si am tras aer in piept. Era o liniste relaxanta. Linistea pe care mi-o doream dupa aceasta zi apasatoare. Numai din birou se auzea Diane Reevs, ce-mi canta sublim acordurile unei piese surprinzator de catchy: &lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/gabimya/3f4bbe7226bdc7 "&gt;Close enough for love&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/gabimya/3f4bbe7226bdc7 "&gt;Try it&lt;/a&gt;, n-ar strica zic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you and I&lt;br /&gt;Are close enough for love&lt;br /&gt;Not just lovers, more than friends&lt;br /&gt;Who knows where one starts, one ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'll remember always&lt;br /&gt;Always long goodbyes and tearful looks&lt;br /&gt;Hold up well in poems and books&lt;br /&gt;But you and I have life to hold&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story never told&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai liniste...si bine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8958456631718272172?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8958456631718272172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8958456631718272172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8958456631718272172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8958456631718272172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-perfect-yet-but-close-enough-for.html' title='Not Perfect Yet, but Close Enough for Love'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5382120766794802719</id><published>2008-11-25T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:59:56.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dintr-o alta lume, cu o alta inspiratie....</title><content type='html'>Am un prieten drag care tot tine asta la status: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIZj1m-rt1c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIZj1m-rt1c   &lt;/a&gt;Am intrat. M-am uitat. La inceput am crezut ca-i un simplu tango, plin de pasiune, la fel ca si celelalte. Apoi am inceput sa bat ritmul. Usor usor, m-am suprins  dansand in scaun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morala: Poate lucrurile pe care le cautam zi de zi, sunt chiar in fata noastra. Iar noi nu le vedem pentru ca suntem obisnuiti sa credem ca totul e complicat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara Senina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5382120766794802719?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5382120766794802719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5382120766794802719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5382120766794802719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5382120766794802719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/dintr-o-alta-lume-cu-o-alta-inspiratie.html' title='Dintr-o alta lume, cu o alta inspiratie....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4674121193470053425</id><published>2008-11-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:24:35.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing New York....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SSgj491N9fI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y-O04723_Ak/s1600-h/IMG_4138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SSgj491N9fI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y-O04723_Ak/s320/IMG_4138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271502825414587890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cateva zile bune ma gandesc la NY. A fost, asa cum am mai precizat, AVENTURA VIETII MELE. Cred ca abia acum realizez ca am fost 1 saptamana, singura, libera, departe (foarte departe) de casa, fara telefon, fara nimeni si nimic in New York. Cand eram mica visam la acest lucru. Acum sunt mare, si in fiecare zi ma gandesc ca EU (fetita care visa) am fost acolo unde mi-am dorit. Unii zic despre acest lucru ca-i un vis realizat. Eu ii aprob, dar vreau sa va spun, voua celor care visati sa ajungeti intr-un loc anume, fie el si la 100 de km de casa, ca nimic nu este imposibil. Rememorez in fiecare noapte inainte sa adorm mirosul ierbii din Central Park, emotiile care m-au cuprins cand am aterizat pe Kennedy, imi aduc aminte cat de bine m-am sismtit pe Broadway si cat de speriata am fost cand am vazut Ny-ul de la inaltimea maretului Rockefeller.&lt;br /&gt;Imi este groaznic de dor de acele sentimente, si traiesc zi de zi cu speranta ca pana la urmatoarea vizita la Ny, poate voi mai avea parte chiar si aici acasa, de aceleasi sentimente ce m-au cuprins, m-au cotropit si m-au facut sa simt cu adevarat ca TRAIESC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/stigaeru/Sua#5234059734600468162"&gt;Missing New York, always...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4674121193470053425?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4674121193470053425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4674121193470053425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4674121193470053425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4674121193470053425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-new-york.html' title='Missing New York....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SSgj491N9fI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y-O04723_Ak/s72-c/IMG_4138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4003551345306042434</id><published>2008-11-18T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:02:12.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go for it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SSNWsmZSkuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Capapee0144/s1600-h/softheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SSNWsmZSkuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Capapee0144/s320/softheart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270151313174467298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca era seara, si am reusit sa petrec un pic de timp 'round the house, cum se spune, ...mi-am adus aminte ca-mi doream de cativa ani sa aprind o lumanare pe care o tin pe un raft de 5 ani cel putin. Zis si facut... rezultatul este cel din poza. &lt;br /&gt;M-am simtit bine facind asta, ...si mi-am dat seama ca toate celelalte lucruri pe care doresc sa le fac, nu-s atat de greu de realizat pe cat credeam, ...lipsindu-mi doar determinarea.&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa va motiveze si pe voi...&lt;br /&gt;Acum ...somn usor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tiiiimp....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4003551345306042434?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4003551345306042434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4003551345306042434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4003551345306042434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4003551345306042434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-for-it.html' title='Go for it!'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SSNWsmZSkuI/AAAAAAAAADc/Capapee0144/s72-c/softheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1761885354976536763</id><published>2008-11-18T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:40:02.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marti, ...</title><content type='html'>Marti...ce am invatat azi?!&lt;br /&gt;1: Am luat la cunostinta despre &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6KnUW9N3Zo"&gt;domnisoara care a dansat la bara &lt;/a&gt;superba de altfel, caci si mie mi-a placut....&lt;br /&gt;2: "&lt;strong&gt;When things don't flow, let them that way. When things flow, let them that way&lt;/strong&gt;", citat de la Somebody, care a pierdut intr-o saptamana 60 000 E, din cauza crizei...(&lt;strong&gt;fuck this criza&lt;/strong&gt;, ca-mi vine sa urlu!)&lt;br /&gt;3: am aflat inca 1 data cat &lt;em&gt;de rea&lt;/em&gt; am fost EU, si inca sunt, dar asta la un alt post, ca deja ma obosesc copilarismele de gen...&lt;br /&gt;4: mi-a inghetat nasu, si eu nu pot face nimic in acest sens. Ma duc sa pun pe frigider minunatul magnet cu Taur de la Andra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: ptr 5: va las pe voi sa va expuneti opinioanele...&lt;br /&gt;Cam vin sarbatorile, &lt;a href="http://www.moftrestaurant.ro/moft/"&gt;voi unde mergeti&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1761885354976536763?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1761885354976536763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1761885354976536763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1761885354976536763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1761885354976536763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/marti.html' title='Marti, ...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1228897095586467617</id><published>2008-11-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:56:10.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrei sa fi Fun &amp;Coquet ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SRHPs-JnxTI/AAAAAAAAADU/l3cC0NGlhgk/s1600-h/newyear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SRHPs-JnxTI/AAAAAAAAADU/l3cC0NGlhgk/s320/newyear1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265217810877367602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moftrestaurant.ro"&gt;Tu ce faci de Revelion?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1228897095586467617?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1228897095586467617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1228897095586467617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1228897095586467617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1228897095586467617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/vrei-sa-fi-fun.html' title='Vrei sa fi Fun &amp;Coquet ?'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SRHPs-JnxTI/AAAAAAAAADU/l3cC0NGlhgk/s72-c/newyear1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3412129361187402747</id><published>2008-11-04T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:07:32.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween R.I.P....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SRAsmRsjhxI/AAAAAAAAADM/OI_QLQXglD4/s1600-h/DSC02928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SRAsmRsjhxI/AAAAAAAAADM/OI_QLQXglD4/s320/DSC02928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264757000493041426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da stiu! Am mers cu Popa la Party....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3412129361187402747?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3412129361187402747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3412129361187402747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3412129361187402747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3412129361187402747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-rip.html' title='Halloween R.I.P....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SRAsmRsjhxI/AAAAAAAAADM/OI_QLQXglD4/s72-c/DSC02928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8732327167146762304</id><published>2008-11-03T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:01:51.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand te face unu (una) cu capu...</title><content type='html'>...ce faci?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit in aceasta minunata si noroasa dimineata de luni. Ca in fiecare luni. Ceaiul ceai, tigara tigara, dar ceva parca era schimbat. Conform ordinei de zi, m-am apucat de dat telefoane. Sun, si sun, si caut. Intalniri, care mai de care. E bine, ziua a inceput bine. Si totusi, ce e diferit? E mai frig...stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Tragand din tigara matinala, mi-am dat seama ca nu este nimeni in aceasta dimineata care sa-mi dea peste mana, pentru ca fumez prea mult. S-atunci, fulgerator am realizat ce este diferit. &lt;br /&gt;Oare incep sa ma obisnuiesc? Vreau sa ma obisnuiesc? Aceasta este normalitatea? Nu stiu.... Nici ca mai disec...Cert este ca obisnuinta te poate transforma, iti poate schimba gandirea si te poate purta spre o al fel de "normalitate" ca sa-i spunem asa. Gandesc ca ar trebui sa vina de la sine, sa ma poarte pe valurile obisnuintei. Oare asa va fi? Ii voi permite eu sa intervina in viata mea?&lt;br /&gt;Simt nevoia sa-mi dea peste mana, sa-mi zica sa stau dreapta. Simt de altfel nevoia sa trec pe acasa mai des, dar sa stau si in "celalta lume". Acasa este locul unde eu revin, mereu. Am accesat un joc. Un tandem cu care eu nu eram obisnuita.&lt;br /&gt;Of decizie, cum ma chinui tu pe mine mereu....&lt;br /&gt;Te joci cu capul meu, si cu mintea mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8732327167146762304?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8732327167146762304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8732327167146762304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/11/cand-te-face-unu-una-cu-capu.html' title='Cand te face unu (una) cu capu...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4963013399679272674</id><published>2008-10-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:58:08.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incursiune in trecutul teatrului din Bucuresti...</title><content type='html'>Cred ca totul a pornit de la ideea de a ma costuma pentru petrecerea de Halloween. M-am uitat in garderoba, ..si in momentul in care am vazut Jobenul care trona dupa o usa a unuia dintre dulapuri, totul a inceput sa se lege. Era sansa mea de a-mi implini dorinta pe care o am de cativa anu: Joben, Frac, Pantaloni Drepti,  Tunica - Vesta, si baston. O imagine de pura eleganta masculina. M-am gandit ulterior ca nu am frac. Si atunci m-am pus pe cautari, in stanga si in dreapta. Multumita dragei mele iubite prietene and forever gonna' love you :))( n-o sa te parasesc niciodata/stii ca te ador pe tine si pe Coca si pe cei mici) am ajuns in garderoba Teatrului National din Bucuresti. As fi vrut sa fac cateva poze, ca sa imi puteti intelege uimirea: erau siruri, randuri, mormane intregi de haine de epoca, garderobe complete, palarii, sertare si rafturi intregi de incaltari, vechi noi...tot ce iti puteai dori. Bineinteles ca am gasit un frac pe marimea mea, lucru care m-a incantat maxim. &lt;br /&gt;In schimb ceea ce m-a marcat a fost garderobierul. Sa va povestesc un ic despre el. Ma aflam in acea incapere extrem de mare si plina de haine, iar in aer plutea un miros "de vechi". Atat de "vechi" era si garderobierul. 75 de ani, si lucra la TNB din '73. Stia vrute si nevrute, si avea o eleganta in glas care mi-a permis sa-i cer cateva informatii despre munca lui. Mi-a spus cu o seriozitate debordanta cum ca el doar are grija de aranjarea hainelor, ca nu este si croitor si ca pe munca lui se bazeaza un intreg teatru national, cat si angajatii lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simteam ca intr-o calatorie in trecut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma voi duce sa duc costumele inapoi, il voi ruga pe acel domn sa imi ingaduie cateva cadre cu toata incaperea. Ar fi pacat sa nu vada si romanasu' nostru unde-si tine cultura noastra zestrea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai bine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4963013399679272674?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4963013399679272674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4963013399679272674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4963013399679272674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4963013399679272674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/incursiune-in-trecutul-teatrului-din.html' title='Incursiune in trecutul teatrului din Bucuresti...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7583536545120940676</id><published>2008-10-30T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:09:48.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre ce a mai facut Sori....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQx_RC8ZyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/AgqBpiBo-Z0/s1600-h/IMG_6759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQx_RC8ZyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/AgqBpiBo-Z0/s320/IMG_6759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263721995313989842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...In ultimele zile,....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai as putea sa incep cu glorioasa actiune a "gaurilor in pereti". Prin urmare mi-am pus tablourile cu NY, Jeams Dean, tabloul pervers cu toaletele... si portretul meu ..pe pereti (nu sunt adepta unui cult al narcisismului, dar e prea frumos portretul meu, asa ca vroiam sa-l vada toata lumea). Multumesc mult, Ion...pentru gauri...&lt;br /&gt;Apoi continuam cu Misiunea Cearceaful Insangerat ( Halloween Ltd.), cand m-am intins literalmente pe jos prin living la un'spe noaptea si am inceput sa arunc cu vopsea rosie pe un cearceaf vechi, astfel incat sa para ca fiind insangerat (nu stiu cat de bine mi-a iesit). Eh, a urmat bineinteles "udarea" Misiunii cu niste lichior fermecat, asa..ca intre prieteni...&lt;br /&gt;Acum am purces la cautatul unui frac (apropos, daca stiti pe cineva cu frac, nu ezitati sa ma sunati/sms/mesaj pe blog /email/buzz/una in cap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ne mai auzim noi, ca mie-mi place sa tot fac lucruri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween, celor care il sarbatoriti cu mine la &lt;a href="www.moftrestaurant.ro"&gt;Moft&lt;/a&gt;, si celor care nu ati prins loc, ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7583536545120940676?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7583536545120940676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7583536545120940676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7583536545120940676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7583536545120940676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/despre-ce-mai-facut-sori.html' title='Despre ce a mai facut Sori....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQx_RC8ZyNI/AAAAAAAAADE/AgqBpiBo-Z0/s72-c/IMG_6759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7256969552217827117</id><published>2008-10-27T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:33:43.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cumparati din .ro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQYzsP7CSMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ph0gfLnT9pM/s1600-h/SMF1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQYzsP7CSMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ph0gfLnT9pM/s320/SMF1593.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261950049910409410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipoteza: Halloween Night Party - Moft Restaurant (my lovley work place)&lt;br /&gt;Organizare: meniu, decor, muzica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de aici vreau sa incep sa va povestesc cum am ramas eu stupefiata. De ce? Pentru ca am ajuns la concluzia ca nu mai trebuie sa las un paianjen la tesut de panza intr-un ungher ascuns, ci pot gasi acea panza mirifica la pretul de numai 4, 5 Ron intr-un magazin, evident virtual...&lt;br /&gt;Ce am mai descoperit in afara de obisnuitele masti, degete rupte, teste spintecate si schelete in sicrie (tot la un pret avantajos)? Multe idei pe care pana acum romansu'nostru nastrusnic nu avea unde sa le valorifice. Acum exista, la &lt;a href="http://www.google.ro/search?num=20&amp;hl=ro&amp;newwindow=1&amp;q=decor+pentru+halloween&amp;btnG=C%C4%83utare&amp;meta=cr%3DcountryRO"&gt;just a google away&lt;/a&gt;, o gama larga de magazine online, de unde iti poti procura cea mai traznita jucarie, fie ea de orice gen, tip, sex, inodor, insipid, incolor....da...incolor pentru ca am gasit la vanzare si fantome...&lt;br /&gt;Asa arata doar un simplu anunt postat pe un site specializat: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnunturiVand ghirlanda cu dovleci petru decorul de Halloween. O ghirlanda are lungimea de 4 m. www.costumtematic.ro 0722 688 206 &lt;br /&gt;Sunt uimita in fata turnurii pe care a luat-o comertul online pe. ro .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7256969552217827117?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7256969552217827117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7256969552217827117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7256969552217827117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7256969552217827117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/cumparati-din-ro.html' title='Cumparati din &lt;em&gt;.ro&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQYzsP7CSMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ph0gfLnT9pM/s72-c/SMF1593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6607107256333570640</id><published>2008-10-23T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:01:06.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O joi seara de care imi era dor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQD0Gu4J5uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ryptWpuJI7o/s1600-h/inima+dreapta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQD0Gu4J5uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ryptWpuJI7o/s320/inima+dreapta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260472761268692706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"E lame fraaate..."&lt;br /&gt;-" Ba nu e lame ma..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, sincer va zic ca imi era dor de o joi seara in fata calculatorului, arzand-o pe net, cu un paharel...si o tigara, modificand poze pe care le-am tot facut si n-am avut timp de ele...sa mai vorbesc cu "lumea" sa vad ce s-a mai intamplat printre oameni, sa mai trimit un email, doua...stuff like that. Viata este simpla, pacat ca ne-o complicam noi aiurea... &lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca de dimineata ma trezesc inapoi la viata reala, dar mereu seara ma gandesc la coltisorul meu de pe internet, sau mai bine zis coltisorul meu de refugiu. &lt;br /&gt;Hai sa dormiti bine, ca eu sigur voi face asta, chiar daca "salteaua ta e tarrrre..."&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6607107256333570640?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6607107256333570640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6607107256333570640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6607107256333570640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6607107256333570640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-joi-seara-de-care-imi-era-dor.html' title='O joi seara de care imi era dor....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SQD0Gu4J5uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ryptWpuJI7o/s72-c/inima+dreapta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-7368438888853578467</id><published>2008-10-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:47:07.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimele raze de soare....sau  My last sunshine...</title><content type='html'>Am fost in parc. M-am rupt de toate si am fugit peste drum. Toamna tarzie a resusit sa-mi relaxeze mintea si sufletul. M-am dat chiar si in Roata Mare. Si m-am  simtit ca un copil atunci cand am cumparat un tub din acela de facut baloane, ...cand suflii prin cerculete si ies baloane. Ma uitam cum multimea de bule transparente pluteau in jurul meu, si fiecare pe rand se pierdea in zare. Eram alintata de razele de soare care apartineau unei toamne tarzii. Desi suntem inca in Octombrie, iarba este inca verde pe alocuri, iar salciile mele de pe malul Herastraului atarnau inca voluminoase pe marginea lacului. Un tablou de liniste si pace. &lt;br /&gt;Acum s-a lasat seara si frigul a cuprins atmosfera ce ma inconjoara. Gandurile-mi sunt ca niste mici rachetute care circula in mintea mea cu o viteza exceptionala. Plan peste idee si sperante multiple.&lt;br /&gt; I salute you, my Last Sunshine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-7368438888853578467?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/7368438888853578467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=7368438888853578467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7368438888853578467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/7368438888853578467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/ultimele-raze-de-soaresau-my-last.html' title='Ultimele raze de soare....sau  My last sunshine...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5191127407855727736</id><published>2008-10-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:22:18.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting lives... sau Cum ajungi sa razbesti, intr-un final...</title><content type='html'>Mare atentie! , nu este despre CUM SA FACI sa razbesti. Este despre cum iei o decizie din pura inconstienta si determinare maxima, si apoi te lupti cu consecintele. Te gandesti la ce lasi in urma, la cine are de suferit, te oftici apoi ca mereu are cate cineva de suferit, dar in viata nu-i poti multumi pe toti. Sau mai ai solutia sa-i multumesti pe toti, iar tu...individa/ul din tine sa ramana mereu cu dorintele agatate undeva intr-un cuier vechi si prafuit. Ei bine, despre asta este acest post...despre cum te iei din cuier, te scuturi de praf si iesi la rampa. Motivatia? Simpla: poate ti-a cam ajuns sa stai agatat. Asta in cazul in care esti plin de personalitate si nu stii cum sa o folosesti. Exista acolo in lume, mereu cate ceva de facut. Personal, am redevenit pozitiva, invat inca foarte multe, si sunt mandra ca pot! Da, pot!&lt;br /&gt;Va urez sa fiti ca mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate cele bune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5191127407855727736?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5191127407855727736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5191127407855727736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5191127407855727736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5191127407855727736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/shifting-lives-sau-cum-ajungi-sa.html' title='Shifting lives... sau Cum ajungi sa razbesti, intr-un final...'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5377592240078009689</id><published>2008-10-10T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:59:44.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primul banc misto pe care l-am auzit in ultima perioada (cateva luni...)</title><content type='html'>Sec, dar plin de semnificatii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pofta de mancare aveti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uneori am, alteori nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si cand nu aveti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dupa ce am mancat…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5377592240078009689?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5377592240078009689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5377592240078009689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5377592240078009689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5377592240078009689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/primul-banc-misto-pe-care-l-am-auzit-in.html' title='Primul banc misto pe care l-am auzit in ultima perioada (cateva luni...)'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4776557859879076497</id><published>2008-10-09T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:12:20.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on this, for me.</title><content type='html'>Cand te concentrezi asupra unui lucru care stii sigur ca iti va aduce beneficii, tinzi sa uiti de restul lucrurilor care te-au tinut la linia de plutire pana in prezent. Si te arunci in valtoarea vietii tale, in agitatia zilnica, ajungand sa pierzi poate cele mai frumoase momente din prezent. Pur si simplu treci pe langa ele. Cum se cheama asta? Poate schimbare. Cu un iz manelistic, am sa spun ca zilele trec. Foarte repede, cand esti atat de ocupat incat uiti sa-ti uzi florile, sa-ti platesti facturile, si poate cel mai important, sa-ti saluti oamenii care iti erau dragi pana la Dumnezeu si inapoi. Si toate acestea pentru momente de glorie profesionala. Si tu si eu, noi toti trecem prin asta. Nu-i de judecat, ci doar de luat aminte. Faci o alegere, iar pe de o parte castigi, si pe alta pierzi...putin cate putin. Probabil ca deja am inceput sa ne intelegem prin semne. Si oare...nu mai avem ce sa ne spunem?! Focus on THAT, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUy64Jx_9dY"&gt;This Time&lt;/a&gt; , for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4776557859879076497?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4776557859879076497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4776557859879076497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4776557859879076497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4776557859879076497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/focus-on-this-for-me.html' title='Focus on this, for me.'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1990152020728099654</id><published>2008-10-05T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:27:19.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run to Ruse,  Bulgary. Saturday Night.</title><content type='html'>Spontan. Masini. Giurgiu Granita. Taxa. Ratacire. Destinatie. Having fun! Mancare buna. Plimbare. Destindere. Cerul cu stele. Tarziu in noapte. Drum liber. Viteza. Bucuresti. Gropi. Ferentari, niciodata. Etajul 4, Final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1990152020728099654?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1990152020728099654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1990152020728099654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1990152020728099654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1990152020728099654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/10/run-to-ruse-bulgary-saturday-night.html' title='Run to Ruse,  Bulgary. 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Mi-am lasat geanta si m-am indreptat foarte hotarata spre birou. Am apasat prima oara pe butonul de la calculator. Nimic! A doua...Nimic! M-am uitat cu interes spre priza, apoi spre cablul de la sursa calculatorului, totul parea in regula.&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat iar, nimic! M-am dus catre tabloul de sigurante, si acolo totul parea foarte in regula. Apoi cu coada ochiului, m-am uitat la intrare pe masuta: trona factura de la lumina, plus notoficarea de neplata. Si desi suna paradoxal, mi-am adus aminte cum am uitat sa ma duc sa-mi platesc darile la stat. Poftim pedeapsa...Nu tu calculator, nu tu centrala, rezulta nu tu apa calda. Nu tu calculator, nu tu muzica, nici filme. E o liniste in casa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-9048602363884575896?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/9048602363884575896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=9048602363884575896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9048602363884575896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9048602363884575896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-liniste-in-casa.html' title='O liniste in casa....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2521120461995452491</id><published>2008-09-25T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:54:53.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La belle dame sans regrets . . .</title><content type='html'>Ciudata a fost toata saptamana. Azi este joi, iar eu credeam ca este inca marti... Imi faceam planuri pentru week-end, s-am aflat cu stupoare ca maine este vineri. Unde m-am pierdut? Probabil ca iar visam cu ochii mari, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuEtmPa-Nxs&amp;feature=related"&gt;ascultand&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Belle Dame Sans Regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dansons tu dis &lt;br /&gt;Et moi  je suis &lt;br /&gt;Mes pas sont gauches &lt;br /&gt;Mes pieds tu fauches &lt;br /&gt;Je crains les sots &lt;br /&gt;Je cherche en vain les mots &lt;br /&gt;Pour m'expliquer ta vie  alors &lt;br /&gt;Tu ments  ma Soeur &lt;br /&gt;Tu brises mon coeur &lt;br /&gt;Je pense  tu sais &lt;br /&gt;Erreurs  jamais &lt;br /&gt;J'ecoute  tu parles &lt;br /&gt;Je ne comprends pas bien &lt;br /&gt;La belle dame sans regrets &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je pleure  tu ris &lt;br /&gt;Je chante  tu cries &lt;br /&gt;Tu semes les graines &lt;br /&gt;D'un mauvais chéne &lt;br /&gt;Mon ble s'envole &lt;br /&gt;Tu en a ras le bol &lt;br /&gt;J'attends, toujours &lt;br /&gt;Mes cris sont sourds &lt;br /&gt;Tu ments, ma Soeur &lt;br /&gt;Tu brises mon coeur &lt;br /&gt;Je pense, tu sais &lt;br /&gt;Erreurs, jamais &lt;br /&gt;J'ecoute, tu parles &lt;br /&gt;Je ne comprends pas bien &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuEtmPa-Nxs&amp;feature=related"&gt;La belle dame sans regrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2521120461995452491?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2521120461995452491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2521120461995452491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2521120461995452491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2521120461995452491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-belle-dame-sans-regrets.html' title='La belle dame sans regrets . . .'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2074021598991297308</id><published>2008-09-22T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:49:38.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing happened latley....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SNfZmoQEtqI/AAAAAAAAACE/7AdEQmakOFQ/s1600-h/IMG_6297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SNfZmoQEtqI/AAAAAAAAACE/7AdEQmakOFQ/s320/IMG_6297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248903148386694818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitie &lt;em&gt;Latley&lt;/em&gt; - ultimele zile, caci eu traiesc fiecare clipa, rezulta multe clipe valorificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Calatorii&lt;br /&gt;2. Oameni&lt;br /&gt;3.Senzatii&lt;br /&gt;4. Stare&lt;br /&gt;5.Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Calatorii&lt;br /&gt; M-am obisnuit sa calatoresc. Cred ca in aceasta vara nu am stat decat 2 wee-end-uri acasa. Si m-am simtit minunat. Nu vreau sa fac un sumar acum, ci doar sa va spun despre cate lucruri am vazut. Si cand vezi multe locuri, lucruri si cunosti multi oameni, parca te incarci cu energie. Sau poate obosesti cunoscandu-i. Eu am dat cu refresh, in propriu-mi stil. Mi-am canalizat atentia pe activitati pozitive si frumoase. Am fost atenta la tot ceea ce s-a intamplat in jurul meu. Si n-a fost simplu. Dar am invatat sa nu mai complic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oameni&lt;br /&gt; Oameni noi! Multi...&lt;br /&gt;Unii frumosi, altii urati. Am invatat sa-i iau pe fiecare asa cum ...sunt ei. Pe unii i-am pus langa suflet, iar pe restul i-am uitat. Mult mai simplu, si mai putin dureros... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Senzatii&lt;br /&gt;  Multe. Grele. Superbe. Dese. Hranitoare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stare&lt;br /&gt;  Starea mea a invatat sa se modeleze singura, dar si eu am invatat de la ea sa ma adaptez mai bine. Am continuat sa ajut oamenii, dar i-am lasat si pe ei sa ma cunoasca mai bine. Am multe de oferit.... As defini-o ca pe un simplu cuvant, dar vreau sa simplific lucrurile, deci starea mea e una de liniste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Final&lt;br /&gt;  Paradoxal, este vorba despre un nou inceput. Inceputul noului meu Eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2074021598991297308?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2074021598991297308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2074021598991297308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2074021598991297308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2074021598991297308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/thing-happened-latley.html' title='Thing happened &lt;em&gt;latley&lt;/em&gt;....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SNfZmoQEtqI/AAAAAAAAACE/7AdEQmakOFQ/s72-c/IMG_6297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-5096839477693816134</id><published>2008-09-18T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:30:33.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reteta perfecta. Sau nu?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SNI705P4cbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5A4diATl5-I/s1600-h/hug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SNI705P4cbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5A4diATl5-I/s320/hug.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247322295746720178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tu prietenie, cu valurile tale agitate! Unde ne duci? Spre ce taram ne indrumi? Al cunoasterii de sine sau reciproce? In orice caz, nu ne lasi sa ne plictisim nici neam!&lt;br /&gt;   Cand eram mici aveam "prietena/ul cel mai bun". Azi am ajuns la concluzia ca acest termen s-a perimat, iar intelesul lui s-a diversificat. Acest termen care odata simboliza incredere si loialitate, azi nu mai exista. &lt;br /&gt;   Am ajuns ca relatiile de prietenie sa le transformam in relatii intime si de iubire. Apoi se mai poate intampla ca dintr-o simpla scanteie sa se lege o poveste minunata, romantica si plina de emotie! Da, stiu, stiu, acesta-i idealul....&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxul face oamenii sa nu se mai minuneze la intamplarile vietii. Poti ca dintr-o scurta si simpla relatie de prietenie, sa castigi mai mult decat dintr-o poveste de-o viata. Simply Suprising ar zice cineva, dar asta-i realitatea. Si omul a ajuns sa se modeleze dupa ea.&lt;br /&gt;   Prietenie, eu una n-as putea fara tine.... Si daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, nici tu fara noi, oamenii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-5096839477693816134?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/5096839477693816134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=5096839477693816134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5096839477693816134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/5096839477693816134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/reteta-perfecta-sau-nu.html' title='Reteta perfecta. Sau nu?....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SNI705P4cbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5A4diATl5-I/s72-c/hug.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6238183481680449492</id><published>2008-09-16T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:27:50.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push the RED BUTTON!!!</title><content type='html'>Inimaginabil, ce-i drept, dar acum putem controla sfarsitul lumii chiar dintr-un singur mouse click! Si, pe langa asta, il putem chiar repeta, cu doar un F5, simplu.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, este prostesc. Dar atat de amuzant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poti si tu incerca sa stii...este foarte simplu, trebuie doar sa &lt;a href="http://www.cyriak.co.uk/lhc/lhc-webcams.html"&gt;APESI AICI &lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just a BOOM away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6238183481680449492?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6238183481680449492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6238183481680449492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6238183481680449492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6238183481680449492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/push-red-button.html' title='Push the RED BUTTON!!!'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4921548563205557847</id><published>2008-09-12T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:37:52.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand Asinii Salbatici intalnesc Vacile Nebune .ro</title><content type='html'>Din sertarul "Oameni si multiplele lor obiceiuri", azi scot dosarul- mult prea discutat si intalnit - "te-am agatat, acum ce facem?!" S-ar putea sa vina ca o supriza pentru multi dintre cititorii de sex masculin, dar sa stiti ca si femeile mai spun asta. Toti vanam, si toti suntem victime. Pentru unii este greu sa ajunga si la nivelul de "m-am bagat in seama cu una aseara, mama ce sani areeee....", iar pentru altii este deja istorie.&lt;br /&gt;Acum o sa vorbesc din punctul de vedere al unei femei, si am sa incerc sa-mi etalez parerea (intr-un stil destul de voalat) despre ceea ce gandesc in acest sens. Incepem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mai barbatilor (baieti dupa caz), de cand ati inceput voi sa lasati femeile sa va agate? Care-i spilu', de ce va lasati prinsi?! Unde va este eleganta autoritate, ce ati facut cu ea...ati aruncat-o in cosul de rufe murdare asteptand sa vina femeia sa o ridice, nu? Cavalerismul e mort, clar. V-ati obisnuit sa stati si sa urmariti, sa va dati cu parerea, si apoi...sa nu faceti nimic! Cand ati complimentat ultima oara o femeie, for real? Va plangeti ca nu va baga nimeni in seama, dar nu actionati in acest sens. Asteptati sa va pice din cer, sa va bata pe umeri si sa zica "Uite-ma, sunt femeia perfecta, ia-ma si du-ma acolo...in viata ta." NOT! WILL NEEEEVER HAPPEN, decat poate in filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-femeile stiu ce au de facut, mereu. (la ele nu-i cazu' de teorie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cand cei doi subiecti se intalnesc, stiti si voi ce se poate intampla, ca doar exista 2 optiuni mari si clare: DA, sau ...NU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love dont live here anymore vs. vremea p***i trece "*  trebuia sa fie initial titlul acestui post, dar pe o ultima suta de metri m-am razgandit. Nu vreau sa fie interpretat ca fiind brutal, ci doar ca un indemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai bune!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Co, n-am avut tupeul sa scriu toate literele....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4921548563205557847?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4921548563205557847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4921548563205557847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4921548563205557847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4921548563205557847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/cand-asinii-salbatici-intalnesc-vacile.html' title='Cand Asinii Salbatici intalnesc Vacile Nebune .ro'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-2223274737248795168</id><published>2008-09-11T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:25:25.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Septembrie, luni... Cu Horia Brenciu &amp;Band</title><content type='html'>Toti il stim pe Horia Brenciu. Si pentru cei care nu-l recunosc, aduceti-va aminte cum muta papusa Robingo pe TVR1, la primul format de emisiune de divertisment de dupa '89.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut prin multe faze: televiziune, actorie, pauze artistice in care n-am stiut nimic despre el, si tot felul de perioade.&lt;br /&gt;Acum s-a decis sa-si foloseasca talentul si sarmul -ptr ca are si poate-  in ale muzicii. Eu zic ca o sa-i mearga destul de bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesta este &lt;a href="http://www.europafm.ro/showbiz/artisti/h-h/horia-brenciu/horia-brenciu-septembrie-luni-video.html?avpage-artpages=video"&gt;primul lui videoclip&lt;/a&gt;, lansat cu Europa FM, un Radio de Milioane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vizionare placuta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-2223274737248795168?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/2223274737248795168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=2223274737248795168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2223274737248795168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/2223274737248795168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/septembrie-luni-cu-horia-brenciu.html' title='Septembrie, luni... Cu Horia Brenciu &amp;Band'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8378583134500135829</id><published>2008-09-10T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:18:45.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce ne dorim?</title><content type='html'>E seara, si e cam printre putinele seri in care la ora 20:00 stau, inca, in fata calculatorului. Dar ma simt ok, si cred ca-i mai bine asa. Cred ca a venit momentul unor schimbari. Un prieten bun de al meu ar numi acest moment "prag". Mi-a atras atentia o discutie care avea un subiect atat de simplu: "Ce-ti doresti?! Stii ce vrei?"&lt;br /&gt;    Am ezitat bineinteles, ca de fiecare data, sa raspund, si m-am ascuns in spatele unor fraze si opinii cat se poate de generale. In mintea mea in schimb am disecat fir cu fir. Apoi am inceput acest post, pentru ca deh...imi place interactivitatea. &lt;br /&gt;    Ce-mi doresc eu? Lucruri normale. Ele sunt normale pentru toata lumea, am zis ulterior. Iar in spatele mintii mele, undeva, a rasarit o intrebare : Ce reprezinta normalitatea, sau a cui normalitate? Suntem toti parte din "normal", sau ne creeam diferite forme ale normalului? Ceea ce-mi doresc eu este normal si pentru restul? Deja mai mult decat o singura intrebare  de la care pornisem initial, ma facea sa-mi dau seama singura ca nu trebie sa compar, pentru ca imi irosesc timpul.&lt;br /&gt;S-atunci am tras concluzia ca EU STIU CE VREAU.&lt;br /&gt;    Nu pot fi indolenta la normalitatea altora, ci pot sa ma adaptez, capacitate pe care mi-am educat-o. Cand te auto-educi in acest sens, ai numai de castigat, cu conditia sa nu-ti pierzi principiile, parerile si lucrurile care te definesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ce vreau, da. E simplu. Se spune ca oamenii care gandesc mult, pierd din actiune.&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru care a mai ramas este sa si fac ceea ce stiu ca-mi doresc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o lume plina de " Normalitati", cat de greu este sa obtii ceea ce-ti doresti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8378583134500135829?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8378583134500135829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8378583134500135829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8378583134500135829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8378583134500135829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/ce-ne-dorim.html' title='Ce ne dorim?'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-9084366999192245523</id><published>2008-09-09T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:00:39.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaura Neagra - O intoxicare a populatiei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SMdwkSVgoFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yG0KS7dtesE/s1600-h/news-physics2-accelerator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SMdwkSVgoFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yG0KS7dtesE/s320/news-physics2-accelerator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244284059795890258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    De cand dureaza acest fenomen? De cateva zile...si deja m-am saturat pana peste cap de stirea asta cu reactoarele si cu atomii, sfarsitul lumii si cum o sa ne inghita pamantul. Si nici macar n-am cablu acasa. Am vazut &lt;a href="http://www.protv.ro/"&gt;o stire pe site-ul protv-ului &lt;/a&gt;cu un titlu pe cat de stupid pe atat de ironic : "&lt;em&gt;Daca ai avea o gaura neagra, ce ai arunca in ea&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;br /&gt;    Experimentul mileniului ne-a bulversat discutiile, chiar a devenit prim subiect la schimburile de pareri dintre oameni. Am ajuns sa desenam pe servetelele de la masa schema experimentului, am ajuns sa ne contrazicem pe acest subiect, ba chiar am vazut oameni pe strada care-si spuneau "la revedere, ca poate nu ne mai vedem  maine..."&lt;br /&gt;Stupid! Cum ne putem lasa influentati doar de o stire ca aceasta, tip OTV-ista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traiasca acceleratorul si particula lui....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-9084366999192245523?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/9084366999192245523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=9084366999192245523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9084366999192245523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/9084366999192245523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/gaura-neagra-o-intoxicare-populatiei.html' title='Gaura Neagra - O intoxicare a populatiei'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SMdwkSVgoFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yG0KS7dtesE/s72-c/news-physics2-accelerator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6278535799312798727</id><published>2008-09-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:17:21.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un vis implinit....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ro/stigaeru/ConcertSimplyRed#5243330324889015650"&gt;Am ajuns la concert&lt;/a&gt;. A fost minunat. Nu gasesc cuvinte sa va explic cat de implinita ma simt acum, cand stiu ca mi-am indeplinit un vis pe care-l aveam de prin anii '90. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ro/stigaeru/ConcertSimplyRed#5243330680042407234"&gt;Simply Red &lt;/a&gt;erau asa cum ii stiam de la televizor, din videoclipurile de pe MTV, sau mai nou youtube.com. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ro/stigaeru/ConcertSimplyRed#5243330399221392738"&gt;Mick Hucknell&lt;/a&gt; a imbatranit, dar doar fizic. Pe scena a dat dovada de o energie fantastica, colectata probabil de la toti cei care ii fredonam vers cu vers fiecare piesa pe care ne-o prezenta. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ro/stigaeru/ConcertSimplyRed#5243330435146321282"&gt;O atmosfera incredibila, plina de mistic.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru care mi-ar fi putut strica starea de emotie, ar fi putut fi Oana Zavoranu, care in momentul in care eu intram printre garda care forma cordonul de politie, s-a imbrancit ca sa intre, vezi doamne avand "biletele in fata, de parca nu stii cine sunt eu!!!" O tiganca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest numai de bine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6278535799312798727?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6278535799312798727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6278535799312798727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6278535799312798727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6278535799312798727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-vis-implinit.html' title='Un vis implinit....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-6650136942105622485</id><published>2008-09-02T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T05:15:04.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost odata un vis....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SL1Cgs25sUI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXCDCxJlHFI/s1600-h/Coperta+artistic+vectors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SL1Cgs25sUI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXCDCxJlHFI/s320/Coperta+artistic+vectors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241418670893805890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum 2 ani incepeam seria celor 101 articole trimise pe e-mail, la toti prietenii mei. Stiu, v-am innebunit de cap cu ele. Ba chiar am dorit sa le public, si nu doar pe internet. Pregatisem tot, chiar si versiunea lor in engleza. Timpul si viata m-au indepartat de acel vis... era visul celor "101 Pasi de vals", de Sorina Tigaeru.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coperta realizata de Vlad Roseanu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-6650136942105622485?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/6650136942105622485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=6650136942105622485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6650136942105622485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/6650136942105622485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/fost-odata-un-vis.html' title='A fost odata un vis....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SL1Cgs25sUI/AAAAAAAAABs/mXCDCxJlHFI/s72-c/Coperta+artistic+vectors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-8444485780566798183</id><published>2008-09-02T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:12:16.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up... when September ends....</title><content type='html'>Am inceput sa simt ca Vara se cam termina. Si-mi pare foarte rau, pentru ca-mi place la nebunie caldura. Si marea. Si libertatea. Si...si...si.... Nisipul si valul. Vantul si muzica de pe plaja.... Berea rece de dimineata.... Pietrele de la malul marii... Fuga nebuna catre o umbra la 13:00 ziua... W-end-urile fugite de la servici cu 180/h catre Vama... Where do they all go, ha?!  &lt;br /&gt;Where does the &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;hunger&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;lust&lt;/strong&gt; go when &lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ends&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-8444485780566798183?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/8444485780566798183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=8444485780566798183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8444485780566798183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/8444485780566798183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up... when September ends....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-1883233844761674364</id><published>2008-09-01T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:18:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mai trecut un Week-end....</title><content type='html'>Sfarsitul de saptamana m-a gasit, asa cum imi doream, in Vama. A fost mai deosebit pentru ca a batut vantul. Dar m-am simtit minunat. &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.ro/stigaeru/UltimaVama02/photo#5240948470034353154"&gt;Sambata seara a fost o atmosfera de "un tarziu de Septembrie"&lt;/a&gt; destul de autentica, desi ne aflam abia la inceput.        &lt;br /&gt;    Ceea ce m-a deranjat insa maxim, a fost ca inca o data am realizat ca poporul este mintit cu televizorul. Mama mea ma suna si-mi spunea ca pe litoral sunt furtuni si ca ploua torential, iar eu stateam linistita pe plaja si nici macar umbra de nor nu era pe cer. La televizor transmiteau "in direct" cum furtuna din statiunea Mamaia indoia pomii si alerga cu puterea ei nisipul pe plaja. Inca o data...Vama Over All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mi-a parut insa bine ca mi-am luat patura cu mine, pentru ca am folosit-o seara cat timp am stat pe plaja. In rest, Stuful Stuf, plaja plaja, nebunia nebunie. Astept cu nerabdare o noua ocazie, posibil ultima pentru aceasta vara, de a ma mai duce in Vama Veche.&lt;br /&gt;  Acum ma pregatesc pentru week-endul de la Brasov, ...si evident concertul Simply Red... la care inca sper sa gasesc bilet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-1883233844761674364?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/1883233844761674364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=1883233844761674364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1883233844761674364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/1883233844761674364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/09/mai-trecut-un-week-end.html' title='A mai trecut un Week-end....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-684939695827938200</id><published>2008-08-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:14:20.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switching to Vama Mode....</title><content type='html'>Data trecuta cand am facut asta, am avut parte de un w-end (aproape) minunat*.&lt;br /&gt;   Acum este sambata, 11:07 AM, si incerc sa ma fofilez de la servici. Am bagajul in masina, costumul pe mine, iar marea e la locul ei, ca deobicei. Am gandul la momentul in care am sa ma intnid iar, pe nisip. Intrebata fiind la un moment dat daca ar mai fi ceva ce si-ar dori pe aceasta lume, draga mea surioara a raspus ca ar mai pune inca 24 de ore la o zi. Acum o inteleg de ce. Sub dictonul &lt;strong&gt;TIME takes too much TIME&lt;/strong&gt;, v-am pupat, s-am sters-o...iar...spre...Vama......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Iti multumesc enorm pentru gestul facut, a contat cat 24 de ore in plus la o zi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-684939695827938200?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/684939695827938200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=684939695827938200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/684939695827938200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/684939695827938200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/08/switching-to-vama-mode.html' title='Switching to Vama Mode....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-3889583002075245752</id><published>2008-08-28T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:03:04.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa speram ca....</title><content type='html'>....va fi bine. Angajatul pe care-l aveam lucrator pe masina de plastifiat si-a dat demisia. In aceasta industrie este foarte greu sa gasesti oameni care sa stie sa lucreze pe aceasta masina. De aceea este bine sa mergi pe cunostinte, prieteni, sau tot felul de alte "piste" din astea. Asa ca acum am un baiat nou, el fiind baiatul unui coleg de munca de al meu. Sper sa invete cat de curand meseria de plastifiator, ca sa pot da drumu la treaba mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-3889583002075245752?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/3889583002075245752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=3889583002075245752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3889583002075245752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/3889583002075245752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/08/sa-speram-ca.html' title='Sa speram ca....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6635966982836447265.post-4462863337325114691</id><published>2008-08-28T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:03:53.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am ridicat bariera de comunicare....</title><content type='html'>Nu ma prinsesem ca nu am scos ban-ul pentru comment-uri. Acum e free la opinii.      &lt;br /&gt;   In rest vroiam sa va povestesc despre....despre....nici eu nu mai stiu. Sunt la servici acum. E aglomerat, eu ascult Madona printre hartii, rapoarte de consum, si alte chestii. Aseara am vazut meciul Steaua -Galata, boring. M-am pricopsit si cu o indigestie de zile mari, care m-a dat complet peste cap si m-a innebunit. Tot asa am aflat si ca &lt;strong&gt;ceaiul de menta &lt;/strong&gt;este un completley &lt;strong&gt;turn-off&lt;/strong&gt;, fiind pe departe cel mai tare si scarbos ceai posibil pe lumea asta.&lt;br /&gt;   S-apoi ce s-a mai intamplat zilele astea? A, unul dintre prietenii mei s-a indragostit cred. Dar daca vorbesc despre viata altora, nu inseamna ca nu o am si eu pe a mea. Heh, slava Domnului , ca a mai ramas cate ceva din ea. As fi dorit sa am mai mult timp pentru calatorii, si inca-mi doresc sa ajung la concertul &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dKNc6RMYk8"&gt;Simply Red&lt;/a&gt; de la Brasov.&lt;br /&gt;   Asa, pentru sufletul meu.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6635966982836447265-4462863337325114691?l=inochiieinegri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/feeds/4462863337325114691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6635966982836447265&amp;postID=4462863337325114691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4462863337325114691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6635966982836447265/posts/default/4462863337325114691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inochiieinegri.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-ridicat-bariera-de-comunicare.html' title='Am ridicat bariera de comunicare....'/><author><name>Sori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08128857948329867310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PjtjkvmT9xY/SHyam78GZNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ho8EWLwucA0/S220/330762270.img%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
