<?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-6152446002420115487</id><updated>2011-07-30T05:53:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BrightOne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-6679753188560730889</id><published>2011-01-30T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T03:57:52.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mie de Ganduri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TUUo76-1kOI/AAAAAAAAANw/dmhVGNNdiLE/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TUUo76-1kOI/AAAAAAAAANw/dmhVGNNdiLE/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567901524223693026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit de dimineata, m-am uitat pe geam, am vazut cat e de frumos afara am vrut sa zambesc dar m-au lovit 1000 de ganduri si nu am reusit. Am toate motivele sa fiu fericita, TOATE! si totusi azi dimineata mi-a fost greu sa zambesc. De ce? Pentru ca imi pasa, poate prea mult de ce se intampla in jurul meu. Zilele trecute nu existam in ochii multora, azi exist ca noul subiect. Cat e de usor sa arunci cu noroi in cineva fara sa te gandesti deloc la consecinte. De adevar nici nu indraznesc sa ma leg, eu il stiu si-mi ajunge. Tu nu-l cunosti, tu nu ma cunosti... te rog taci!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm era doar o iluzie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-6679753188560730889?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/6679753188560730889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=6679753188560730889' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/6679753188560730889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/6679753188560730889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-mie-de-ganduri.html' title='O Mie de Ganduri'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TUUo76-1kOI/AAAAAAAAANw/dmhVGNNdiLE/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-6517261135192213290</id><published>2010-07-29T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:09:50.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why never to ask favours from graphic designers</title><content type='html'>Shannon (the secretary) has lost her cat and has asked David (the graphic designer) to help with a lost poster. This is their email correspondence...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.15am&lt;br /&gt;To: Subject: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;I opened the screen door yesterday and my cat got out and has been missing since then so I was wondering if you are not to busy you could make a poster for me. It has to be A4 and I will photocopy it and put it around my suburb this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDRjztl0I/AAAAAAAAALo/Piyb1dGQYPs/s1600/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDRjztl0I/AAAAAAAAALo/Piyb1dGQYPs/s320/c1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499250588945061698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only photo of her I have she answers to the name Missy and is black and white and about 8 months old. missing on Harper street and my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.26am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br /&gt;That is shocking news. Luckily I was sitting down when I read your email and not half way up a ladder or tree. How are you holding up? I am surprised you managed to attend work at all what with thinking about Missy out there cold, frightened and alone... possibly lying on the side of the road, her back legs squashed by a vehicle, calling out "Shannon, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Although I have two clients expecting completed work this afternoon, I will, of course, drop everything and do whatever it takes to facilitate the speedy return of Missy.&lt;br /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 9.37am&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah ok thanks. I know you dont like cats but I am really worried about mine. I have to leave at 1pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.17am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br /&gt;I never said I don't like cats. Once, having been invited to a party, I went clothes shopping beforehand and bought a pair of expensive G-Star boots. They were two sizes too small but I wanted them so badly I figured I could just wear them without socks and cut my toenails very short. As the party was only a few blocks from my place, I decided to walk. After the first block, I lost all feeling in my feet. Arriving at the party, I stumbled into a guy named Steven, spilling Malibu &amp; coke onto his t-shirt, and he punched me. An hour or so after the incident, Steven sat down in a chair already occupied by a cat. The surprised cat clawed and snarled causing Steven to leap out of the chair, slip on a rug and strike his forehead onto the corner of a speaker; resulting in a two inch open gash. In its shock, the cat also defecated, leaving Steven with a foul stain down the back of his beige cargo pants. I liked that cat.&lt;br /&gt;Attached poster as requested.&lt;br /&gt;Regards, David. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDoygoe2I/AAAAAAAAALw/cLEwxOLNOi8/s1600/c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDoygoe2I/AAAAAAAAALw/cLEwxOLNOi8/s320/c2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499250988028558178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.24am&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats not what I was looking for at all. it looks like a movie and how come the photo of Missy is so small?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.28am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br /&gt;It's a design thing. The cat is lost in the negative space.&lt;br /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.33am&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just stupid. Can you do it properly please? I am extremely emotional over this and was up all night in tears. you seem to think it is funny. Can you make the photo bigger please and fix the text and do it in colour please. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.46am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br /&gt;Having worked with designers for a few years now, I would have assumed you understood, despite our vague suggestions otherwise, we do not welcome constructive criticism. I don't come downstairs and tell you how to send text messages, log onto Facebook and look out of the window. I am willing to overlook this faux pas due to you no doubt being preoccupied with thoughts of Missy attempting to make her way home across busy intersections or being trapped in a drain as it slowly fills with water. I spent three days down a well once but that was just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;I have amended and attached the poster as per your instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDxrjCl5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hGV9SfmN3rk/s1600/c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDxrjCl5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hGV9SfmN3rk/s320/c3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499251140778432402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 10.59am&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is worse than the other one. can you make it so it shows the whole photo of Missy and delete the stupid text that says missing missy off it? I just want it to say Lost.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.14am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFERnJxMMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sXCwrawPZEw/s1600/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFERnJxMMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sXCwrawPZEw/s320/c4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499251689354506434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.21am&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Poster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah can you do the poster or not? I just want a photo and the word lost and the telephone number and when and where she was lost and her name. Not like a movie poster or anything stupid. I have to leave early today. If it was your cat I would help you. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.32am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shannon,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a cat. I once agreed to look after a friend's cat for a week but after he dropped it off at my apartment and explained the concept of kitty litter, I kept the cat in a closed cardboard box in the shed and forgot about it. If I wanted to feed something and clean faeces, I wouldn't have put my mother in that home after her stroke. A week later, when my friend came to collect his cat, I pretended that I was not home and mailed the box to him. Apparently I failed to put enough stamps on the package and he had to collect it from the post office and pay eighteen dollars. He still goes on about that sometimes, people need to learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;I have attached the amended version of your poster as per your detailed instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Regards, David. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFEdJWQCbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dGrA2W-xQNo/s1600/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFEdJWQCbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/dGrA2W-xQNo/s320/c5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499251887512226226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.47am&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not my cat. where did you get that picture from? That cat is orange. I gave you a photo of my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 11.58am&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, but that one is cute. As Missy has quite possibly met any one of several violent ends, it is possible you might get a better cat out of this. If anybody calls and says "I haven't seen your orange cat but I did find a black and white one with its hind legs run over by a car, do you want it?" you can politely decline and save yourself a costly veterinarian bill.&lt;br /&gt;I knew someone who had a basset hound that had its hind legs removed after an accident and it had to walk around with one of those little buggies with wheels. If it had been my dog I would have asked for all its legs to be removed and replaced with wheels and had a remote control installed. I could charge neighbourhood kids for rides and enter it in races. If I did the same with a horse I could drive it to work. I would call it Steven.&lt;br /&gt;Regards, David.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.07pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just use the photo I gave you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.22pm&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFEsyTjO3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MU7CRxShe6o/s1600/c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFEsyTjO3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MU7CRxShe6o/s320/c6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499252156204792690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.34pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt say there was a reward. I dont have $2000 dollars. What did you even put that there for? Apart from that it is perfect can you please remove the reward bit. Thanks Shan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.42pm&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFE18yRLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/q3HDkJiYb9Y/s1600/c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFE18yRLjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/q3HDkJiYb9Y/s320/c7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499252313636810290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.51pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just please take the reward bit off altogether? I have to leave in ten minutes and I still have to make photocopies of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: David&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 12.56pm&lt;br /&gt;To: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFE_22mqGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WKc2BVMf9gI/s1600/c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFE_22mqGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WKc2BVMf9gI/s320/c8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499252483843074146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday 21 June 2010 1.03pm&lt;br /&gt;To: David&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. That will have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-6517261135192213290?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/6517261135192213290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=6517261135192213290' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/6517261135192213290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/6517261135192213290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-never-to-ask-favours-from-graphic.html' title='Why never to ask favours from graphic designers'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TFFDRjztl0I/AAAAAAAAALo/Piyb1dGQYPs/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-3512925116736980446</id><published>2010-05-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:22:26.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Geberation</title><content type='html'>A palindrome reads the same backwards as forward. This video reads the exact opposite backwards as forward. Not only does it read the opposite, the meaning is the exact opposite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Impressive  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-3512925116736980446?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-1896751849073707551</id><published>2010-01-30T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:35:19.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries and Inventions by WoMan</title><content type='html'>Men discovered COLOURS and invented PAINT,&lt;br /&gt;Women discovered PAINT and invented MAKEUP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men discovered the WORD and invented CONVERSATION,&lt;br /&gt;Women discovered CONVERSATION and invented GOSSIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men discovered GAMBLING and invented CARDS,&lt;br /&gt;Women discovered CARDS and invented WITCHERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men discovered AGRICULTURE and invented FOOD,&lt;br /&gt;Women discovered FOOD and invented DIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men discovered FRIENDSHIP and invented LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;Women discovered LOVE and invented MARRIAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men discovered TRADING and invented MONEY,&lt;br /&gt;Women discovered MONEY and invented SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter Men have discovered and invented a lot of things… While Women STUCK to shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOT true!...hmmm or maybe parts of it are true, but certainly the last line is so not true , right girls? =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-1896751849073707551?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/1896751849073707551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=1896751849073707551' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbfcdCoaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qQ1Rzhf4swo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbfcdCoaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qQ1Rzhf4swo/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429612159032271266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbfBRFLeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hAqAppTJFPA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbfBRFLeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hAqAppTJFPA/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429612151734349282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax in nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbe7Jic3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/AKnxHJDp8xQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbe7Jic3I/AAAAAAAAAKo/AKnxHJDp8xQ/s200/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429612150092100466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbXehTk5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sZdbgW59N6I/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbXehTk5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sZdbgW59N6I/s200/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429612022148076434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and be happy !!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-4638362803072756924?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/4638362803072756924/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=4638362803072756924' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/4638362803072756924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/4638362803072756924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2010/01/dance.html' title='Don&apos;t take life so seriously!'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1nbfcdCoaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qQ1Rzhf4swo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-1560954426932456629</id><published>2010-01-16T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:50:12.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a girl ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1Il4jE2IYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q4V9EWZBNsU/s1600-h/misterious+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1Il4jE2IYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q4V9EWZBNsU/s200/misterious+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427442154353336706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is quiet millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL answers "I'm fine" after a few seconds she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL stares at you she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says "I love you" she means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says "I miss you" no one in this world can miss you more than&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-1560954426932456629?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/1560954426932456629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=1560954426932456629' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/1560954426932456629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/1560954426932456629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-girl.html' title='When a girl ...'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/S1Il4jE2IYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/q4V9EWZBNsU/s72-c/misterious+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-4278062433564804394</id><published>2009-11-03T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:04:56.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copil Fiind, Puteam Sa ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SvBucVpL_KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4R7iJ4HTVb8/s1600-h/copil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SvBucVpL_KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4R7iJ4HTVb8/s200/copil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399937386342513826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copil Fiind, &lt;br /&gt;...puteam (ca fetite) sa ne ridicam rochitele si fustitele fara sa atragem priviri pofticioase si fara sa fim considerate usoare.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam (ca baieti) sa ne ridicam pantalonii si sa ne jucam cu slitul fara sa parem libidinosi sau niste porci care nu-si tin mainile acasa.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa cautam comori in nas fara sa se uite cineva urat la noi si fara sa trezim scarba oamenilor din trafic/metrou.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa tipam pana obtineam cu maiestrie pufuletii sau inghetata la care ravneam destul de des. Acum acceptam sa se tipe la noi si nu primim nici macar o acadea dupa.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa plangem fara sa parem maleabili, sensibili si fara sa ne fie teama ca cineva ne va descoperi punctul slab si va profita de area descoperire.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa spunem orice tampenie si sa stalcim orice cuvant fara sa ne considere cineva inculti/prosti si fara sa se rada de noi.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa umblam cu hainele murdare si mototolite fara sa se creada ca suntem neingrijiti sau saraci. Din contra, ele erau semn ca stim sa ne jucam si stiam unde sunt cele mai tari locuri de joaca&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa tragem fetitele de codite si sa impingem baieteii fara sa fim acuzati de hartuire si fara sa fim considerati mitocani sau prost-crescuti.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa mancam urat si sa ne mudarim la gura fara sa dezgustam pe cineva sau sa ne temem ca nu vom fi chemati la cina a doua zi pentru ca nu stim cum sa ne purtam la masa.&lt;br /&gt;...puteam sa avem prieteni imaginari sau prieteni papusi fara sa ni se recomande un psiholog bun si sa ramanem fara prieteni adevarati doar pentru ca parem nebuni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Artcol de Irina Achim)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: eu inca am prieteni imaginari =)) =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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...'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SvBucVpL_KI/AAAAAAAAAJU/4R7iJ4HTVb8/s72-c/copil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-7991858759837014116</id><published>2009-10-30T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:16:40.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Women Controlled the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SutltHLY8wI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_hX9P_dI_Rw/s1600-h/download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly&lt;br /&gt;7) SAY -DING at each floor.&lt;br /&gt;8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.&lt;br /&gt;9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."&lt;br /&gt;11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"&lt;br /&gt;12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.&lt;br /&gt;13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."&lt;br /&gt;14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;br /&gt;15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"&lt;br /&gt;18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"&lt;br /&gt;19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.&lt;br /&gt;21) SWAT at flies that don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-3464418595618271231?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/3464418595618271231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=3464418595618271231' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/3464418595618271231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/3464418595618271231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoying-things-to-do-on-elevator.html' title='Annoying Things To Do On An Elevator'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-738710484948576893</id><published>2008-12-11T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:34:59.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div width="240" height="220" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/heart.swf?lyricid=1648215191" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="scroll" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="210" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/Armin-van-Buuren-lyrics.html" title="Armin van Buuren Lyrics"&gt;Armin van Buuren Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxvpctgU_s8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxvpctgU_s8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I can`t get enough of this song !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:X :X :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-738710484948576893?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/738710484948576893/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=738710484948576893' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/738710484948576893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/738710484948576893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-and-out-of-love.html' title='In and Out of Love'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-802453445242941075</id><published>2008-12-10T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:13:37.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women... better not mess with them ! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;O femeie este oprita din trafic de un politist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Politistul: Buna ziua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Femeia: Buna ziua, ce s-a intamplat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P: Ati depasit limita de viteza. Permisul dvs., va rog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Vi l-as da, numai ca nu am asa ceva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P: Nu aveti?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: L-am pierdut definitiv pentru conducere repetata in stare de ebrietate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P: Aha� Imi aratati va rog actele masinii? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Nu pot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P: De ce? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Am furat aceasta masina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P: Ce-ati facut?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Am furat masina si am ucis proprietarul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P: Poftim?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Daca nu ma credeti, cadavrul este in portbagaj� vreti sa il vedeti? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; In acest moment politistul se retrage incet spre masina sa si cere ajutoare prin radio. In 5 minute sosesc la fata locului alte 5 masini de politie. Un ofiter superior se apropie de masina femeii cu pistolul pregatit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Politistul 2: Doamna, va rog sa iesiti din masina! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Femeia iese din automobil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: S-a intamplat ceva, domnule? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P2: Unul dintre colegii mei mi-a spus ca ati furat aceasta masina si ca ati ucis proprietarul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Am ucis proprietarul? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P2: Da. Va rog sa deschideti portbagajul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Femeia deschide portbagajul, care este gol� &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P2: Masina este a dvs., doamna? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Da. Poftiti actele ei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Primul politist ramane perplex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P2: Unul dintre colegii mei sustine ca nu aveti nici permis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Femeia cauta in poseta, scoate un port-document si-l intinde politistului. Aceste il deschide si studiaza permisul, care este in regula. Tipul deja nu mai stie ce sa creada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; P2: Multumesc, doamna� Vedeti, colegul meu mi-a spus ca nu aveti permis, ca ati furat masina si i-ati ucis proprietarul! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; F: Sunt convinsa ca mincinosul asta v-a spus si ca mergeam cu viteza! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Morala: Nu va puneti cu femeile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-802453445242941075?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/802453445242941075/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=802453445242941075' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/802453445242941075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/802453445242941075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-better-not-mess-with-them-d.html' title='Women... better not mess with them ! :D'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-1156990906631663678</id><published>2008-04-19T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:43:42.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devil's Swimming Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;In Zimbabwe, Africa, you will find the&lt;br /&gt;magnificent Victoria Falls at a height of 128m. The location is known as&lt;br /&gt;"The Devil's Swimming Pool".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:MS Shell   Dlg;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;During the&lt;br /&gt;months of September and December, people can swim as close as possible to&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;edge of the falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; without falling over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;These falls are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;becoming well known amongst the "radical tourist" industry as more and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;more people search for the ultimate experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vDForz49KSg/s1600-h/fall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vDForz49KSg/s320/fall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191095016259397490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/deEb5xR3FtA/s1600-h/fall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ4I/AAAAAAAAADE/deEb5xR3FtA/s320/fall2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191095016259397506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/a8mySXaPeTA/s1600-h/fall3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ5I/AAAAAAAAADM/a8mySXaPeTA/s320/fall3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191095016259397522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5audxJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/xI07C8lu6QQ/s1600-h/fall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5audxJ6I/AAAAAAAAADU/xI07C8lu6QQ/s320/fall4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191095020554364834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: This is on my "to do" list, next to bungee jumping :D..or on my "I wish" list ?! .. hihihi 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:MS Shell Dlg;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 6.65pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:MS Shell Dlg;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-1156990906631663678?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/1156990906631663678/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=1156990906631663678' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/1156990906631663678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/1156990906631663678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2008/04/devils-swimming-pool.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Swimming Pool'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAp5aedxJ3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/vDForz49KSg/s72-c/fall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-6687150907470568529</id><published>2008-04-17T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:17:46.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restul Este Doar Nisip ...</title><content type='html'>Un profesor la ora filozofie statea in fata studentilor sai, avand cateva obiecte in fata lui! Cand a inceput ora, a luat un borcan mare si a inceput sa-l umple cu pietre de aproximativ 5 cm. Apoi i-a intrebat pe studenti daca borcanul este plin! Au fost cu totii de acord ca este plin! Apoi a luat o cutie cu pietricele si le-a turnat in borcan, scuturandu-l usor. Desigur ca acestea s-au rostogolit printre pietrele mari si au implut spatiile ramase libere. Apoi i-a intrebat pe studenti daca borcanul este plin! Au fost din nou de acord ca este plin! Apoi a luat o cutie cu nisip si le-a turnat in borcan, scuturandu-l usor. Desigur nisipul a umplut spatiul ramas liber. "Acum spuse profesorul, vreau sa recunoasteti ca aceastai viata voastra. Pietrele mari sunt lucrurile importante: familia, dragostea, sanatate, fericirea si copiii vostri, lucruri care, chiar daca totul este pierdut si numai ele au ramas, viata voastra tot ar fi completa. Pietricelele sunt celelalte lucruri care conteaza: slujba, casa si masina. Nisipul reprezinta lucrurile mici, care completeaza restul. Daca puneti in borcan mai intai nisipul, nu mai ramane loc pentru pietre mari si pentru pietricele. La fel se desfasoara si viata voastra: daca va consumati timpul si energia cu lucrurile mici, nu veti avea niciodata spatiu pentru lucrurile importante. Fiti atenti la lucrurile care sunt esentiale pentru fericirea voastra. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Restul este doar nisip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-6687150907470568529?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/6687150907470568529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=6687150907470568529' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/6687150907470568529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/6687150907470568529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2008/04/restul-este-doar-nisip.html' title='Restul Este Doar Nisip ...'/><author><name>BrightOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467585943465649107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/TKMZE3FKsWI/AAAAAAAAANI/8N54UFf_2NI/S220/DSC_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6152446002420115487.post-3961931356993212628</id><published>2008-04-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:43:42.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluturele Albastru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAU5kjuBR_I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZkgobiyYk7A/s1600-h/fluture+albastru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6KufEq734lU/SAU5kjuBR_I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZkgobiyYk7A/s320/fluture+albastru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189617445840701426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A fost odata un vaduv care locuia impreuna cu cele 2 fete ale sale care erau foarte curioase si inteligente. Fetele ii puneau mereu multe intrebari…la unele stia sa le raspunda, la altele nu… Cum isi dorea sa le ofere cea mai buna educatie, intr-o zi si-a trimis fetele in vacanta cu un intelept. Inteleptul stia intotdeauna sa le raspunda la intebarile pe care ele le puneau. La un moment dat una dintre ele a a adus un fluture albastru pe care planuia sa il foloseasca pentru a insela inteleptul.Ce vei face? o intreba sora ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa ascund fluturele in mainile mele si o sa intreb inteleptul daca e viu sau mort. Daca va zice ca e mort, imi voi deschide mainile si il voi lasa sa zboare. Daca va zice ca e viu il vos strange si il voi strivi.Si astfel orice raspuns va avea, se va insela.Cele doua fete au mers intr-o clipa la intelept care medita si l-au gasit meditand.”Am aici un fluture albastru. Spune-mi inteleptule, e viu sau mort?Foarte calm, inteleptul surase si ii zise: depinde de tine… fiindca e in mainile tale. Asa este si viata noastra, prezentul si viitorul nostru.Nu trebuie sa invinovatim pe nimeni cand ceva nu merge: noi suntem responsabili pentru ceea ce dobandim sau nu. Viata noastra e in mainile noastre, ca si fluturele albastru. De noi depinde sa alegem ce vom face cu ea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-3961931356993212628?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/feeds/3961931356993212628/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6152446002420115487&amp;postID=3961931356993212628' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/3961931356993212628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6152446002420115487/posts/default/3961931356993212628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviasiladi.blogspot.com/2008/04/fluturele-albastru.html' title='Fluturele 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incredere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata CI PE CINE ai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indiferent de consecinte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar nu stiu s-o arate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oricum te va rani din cand in cand iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fi iertat de altii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta personalitatea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si nu faptele sale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si pot vedea ceva total diferit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ca si vorbitul poate linisti durerile sufletesti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iti sunt luati prea repede ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de Octavian Paler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6152446002420115487-5568820467313117881?l=silviasiladi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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