<?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-4129578483359364549</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:40:38.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreptlareplica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-1189788946291375502</id><published>2010-06-23T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:48:51.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De 2 x leapsa</title><content type='html'>Am primit doua lepse pe care vi le dau si voua.&lt;br /&gt; Asadar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAPSA 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNT…deschisa  &lt;br /&gt;AS VREA… sa zbor (nu cu avionul)&lt;br /&gt;PASTREZ…cutii de pantofi &lt;br /&gt;MI-AS DORI… sa fac inconjurul lumii&lt;br /&gt;NU IMI PLACE… sa stau degeaba&lt;br /&gt;MA TEM… de singuratate&lt;br /&gt;AUD… uneori vocea mamei&lt;br /&gt;IMI PARE RAU…ca nu stiu sa exprim ce simt&lt;br /&gt;IMI PLAC…cainii&lt;br /&gt;NU SUNT…egoista &lt;br /&gt;CANT…in baie &lt;br /&gt;NICIODATA…nu zic NICIODATA &lt;br /&gt;RAR…mananc ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;PLANG…noaptea&lt;br /&gt;NU SUNT MULTUMIT…de Romania &lt;br /&gt;NU IMI PLACE…sa mint &lt;br /&gt;SUNT CONFUZ…mai mereu &lt;br /&gt;AM NEVOIE…de prieteni &lt;br /&gt;AR TREBUI…sa zambesc mai mult &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAPSA 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– 10 lucruri care ma fac fericita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Familia&lt;br /&gt;2. Iesirile cu prietenii&lt;br /&gt;3. Filmele de duminica&lt;br /&gt;4. Primavara &lt;br /&gt;5. Pregatirile dinaintea concediilor &lt;br /&gt;6. Sarbatorile de iarna&lt;br /&gt;7. Kitty&lt;br /&gt;8. Aprecierea celor din jur&lt;br /&gt;9. Sa descopar oameni si lucruri noi&lt;br /&gt;10. Job-ul&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-1189788946291375502?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/1189788946291375502/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-2-x-leapsa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/1189788946291375502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/1189788946291375502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-2-x-leapsa.html' title='De 2 x leapsa'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-2944617251437625526</id><published>2010-06-18T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:50:35.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-2944617251437625526?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/2944617251437625526/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/asa-as-fi-facut-si-eu-candva.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/2944617251437625526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/2944617251437625526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/asa-as-fi-facut-si-eu-candva.html' title=''/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-2393952185133888744</id><published>2010-06-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:46:06.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As spune ca te iubesc, nu mi-as asuma gandul prostesc ca deja stii..</title><content type='html'>Gabriel Garci¬a Marquez s-a retras din viata publica din motive de sanatate: cancer limfatic.  Acum, se pare ca boala s-a agravat din ce in ce mai mult. A trimis o scrisoare de ramas bun prietenilor, cititorilor si admiratorilor lui, si datorita Internetului acum este difuzata. &lt;br /&gt;Va recomand s-o cititi, intrucat acest scurt text scris de catre unul dintre cei mai stralucitori latinoamericani din ultimii ani este mai mult decat miscator. &lt;br /&gt;-----------------  &lt;br /&gt; Daca pentru o clipa Dumnezeu ar uita ca sunt o marioneta din carpa si mi-ar darui o bucatica de viata, probabil ca n-as spune tot ceea ce gandesc, insa in mod categoric as gandi tot ceea ce zic. &lt;br /&gt; As da  valoare lucrurilor, dar nu pentru ce valoreaza, ci pentru ceea ce semnifica. &lt;br /&gt; As dormi mai putin, dar as visa mai mult, intelegand ca pentru fiecare minut in care inchidem ochii, pierdem saizeci de secunde de lumina.  As merge cand ceilati se opresc, m-as trezi cand ceilalti dorm. As asculta cand ceilalti vorbesc si cat m-as bucura de o inghetata cu ciocolata! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Daca Dumnezeu mi-ar  face cadou o bucatica de viata, m-as imbraca foarte modest, m-as intinde la soare, lasand la vederea tuturor nu numai corpul, ci si sufletul meu.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeul meu, daca as avea o bucatica de viata... N-as lasa sa treaca nici o zi fara sa le spun oamenilor pe care ii iubesc, ca ii iubesc.  As convinge pe fiecare femeie sau barbat spunandu-le ca sunt favoritii mei si as trai indragostit de dragoste. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Oamenilor le-as demonstra cat se insala crezand ca nu se mai indragostesc cand imbatranesc, nestiind ca imbatranesc cand nu se mai indragostesc! Unui copil i-as da aripi, dar l-as lasa sa invete sa zboare singur. Pe batrani i-as invata ca moartea nu vine cu batranetea, ci cu uitarea. Atatea lucruri am invatat de la voi, oamenii... Am invatat ca toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe varful muntelui, insa fara sa bage de seama ca adevarata fericire rezida in felul de a-l escalada. Am invatat ca atunci cand un nou nascut strange cu pumnul lui micut, pentru prima oara, degetul parintelui, l-a acaparat pentru intotdeauna. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca um om are dreptul sa se uite in jos la altul, doar atunci cand ar trebui sa-l ajute sa se ridice. Sunt atatea lucruri pe care am putut sa le invat de la voi, dar nu cred ca mi-ar servi, deoarece atunci cand o sa fiu bagat in interiorul acelei cutii, inseamna ca in mod neferecit mor. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea dormind, te-as imbratisa foarte strans si l-as ruga pe Dumnezeu sa fiu pazitorul sufletului tau. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea iesind pe usa, ti-as da o imbratisare, un sarut si te-as chema inapoi sa-ti dau mai multe. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data pana la infinit.Daca as stii ca acestea ar fi ultimele minute in care te-as vedea, as spune te iubesc nu mi-as asuma, in mod prostesc, gandul ca deja stii. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna exista ziua de maine si viata ne da de fiecare data alta oportunitate pentru a face lucrurile bine, dar daca cumva gresesc si ziua de azi este tot ce ne ramane, mi-ar face placere sa-ti spun cat te iubesc, ca niciodata te voi uita. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ziua de maine nu-i este asigurata nimanui, tanar sau batran. Azi poate sa fie ultima zi cand ii vezi pe cei pe care-i iubesti. De aceea, nu mai astepta, fa-o azi, intrucat daca ziua de maine nu va ajunge niciodata, in mod sigur vei regreta ziua cand nu ti-ai facut timp pentru un suras, o imbratisare, un sarut si ca ai fost prea ocupat ca sa le conferi o ultima dorinta. Sa-i mentii pe cei pe care-i iubesti aproape de tine, spune-le la ureche cat de multa nevoie ai de ei, iubeste-i si trateaza-i bine, ia-ti timp sa le spui imi pare rau, iarta-ma, te rog si toate cuvintele de dragoste pe care le stii. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu-si va aduce aminte de tine pentru gandurile tale secrete. Demostreaza-le prietenilor tai cat de importanti sunt pentru tine. &lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-2393952185133888744?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/2393952185133888744/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-spune-ca-te-iubesc-nu-mi-as-asuma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/2393952185133888744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/2393952185133888744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-spune-ca-te-iubesc-nu-mi-as-asuma.html' title='As spune ca te iubesc, nu mi-as asuma gandul prostesc ca deja stii..'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-8030043636731776763</id><published>2010-06-11T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:29:35.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IUBIREA nu mai locuieste aici</title><content type='html'>Suferim. Negam. Plangem. Atat de multe dezamagiri isi croiesc locul in sufletul nostru incat nu putem sa nu ne intrebam unde a disparut iubirea. Pe ce drumuri intunecate a cotit si unde s-a pierdut? Am plecat in cautarea dragostei si am facut tot posibilul sa-i gasim urma.Iubirea nu mai locuieste aici. Probabil ca a fost candva chiriasa &lt;br /&gt;Mai avem nevoie de iubire intr-o lume in care impulsul primeaza? Mai putem vorbi despre iubire acolo unde ratiunea si mercantilismul cunosc a doua mare epoca infloritoare?&lt;br /&gt;Toate cuplurile trainice pe care le stiu s-au cunoscut in perioada adolescentei (uneori prelungita pana in studentie). Daca am pierdut trenul din acea perioada, mai avem sansa ca el sa se opreasca vreodata in gara noastra unde poposesc doar navetisti? Poate ca da, dar pana atunci, pielea ni se va ingrosa pentru a nu mai raspunde la atingeri tandre, Inima nu va mai reactiona la vorbe dulci, obisnuita fiind cu imperative. Ochiul se va incetosa intr-atat incat celalalt sa nu se mai poata reflecta in el.&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea. Sa va spun eu ce cred despre ea. Exista in masura in care exista Dumnezeu. Ca si Dumnezeu, iubirea e una singura. Fiindca iubirea e totala, absoluta, definitiva, iremediabila. Stiu. Si voi ati spus de vreo sapte ori “te iubesc”. Sau ati intalnit oameni credibili care vorbesc despre “n” iubiri. Spuneti-le altfel. Vulgarizam iubirea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-8030043636731776763?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/8030043636731776763/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/iubirea-nu-mai-locuieste-aici.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/8030043636731776763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/8030043636731776763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2010/06/iubirea-nu-mai-locuieste-aici.html' title='IUBIREA nu mai locuieste aici'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-6300640854584913996</id><published>2009-11-21T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:49:21.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor..de Copilarie!!!</title><content type='html'>Mi-e dor..Mi-e dor de copilarie ..&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare copilaria inseamna ceva special..si majoritatea considera ca a lor a fost ceva special.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost soim al patriei cu camasa portocalie si sarafan albastru. Aveam codite cu pampoane colorate. Nu am mai apucat si pionieratul. La revolutie aveam 6 ani. Revolutie..nu intelegeam ce inseamna acest cuvant. Imi amintesc ca ai mei ne-au luat pe mine si pe sora-mea si ne-au dus la bunici la tara. Mama plangea si zicea ceva de niste tancuri. Ne-au lasat acolo o perioada si ne-a mai zis inca o data sa avem grija sa  nu vorbim despre Ceausescu. Apoi mai tarziu am aflat ca in seara aia mai multe tancuri au trecut si prin Alexandria si mama se speriase.&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand ma gandesc la copilaria mea primele impresii care imi vin in minte sunt vacantele mari.&lt;br /&gt;Vacantele aveau un miros anume..un miros special…Miroseau a..vara.&lt;br /&gt;Miroseau a rosii coapte pe care le mancam direct rupte din vrej, fara sa ne speriem ca ne imbolnavim de cine stie ce boli. Miroseau a fan proaspat cosit si a lapte caldut baut direct de la sursa.&lt;br /&gt;Inca ma mai urmareste si acum mirosul creioanelor colorate si a cartilor de colorat pe care bunicul mi le aducea in odaita lui atunci cand afara era foarte cald.&lt;br /&gt;Cele mai frumoase jocuri nu sunt cele de pe calculator..sunt cele pe care le jucam pe ulita de la tara. Cand furam paturile tesute de bunica si le legam intre ele cu sarme ruginte gasite prin cine stie ce santz si ne faceam casute ca din poveste.&lt;br /&gt;Sau jocurile cand vindeam pietre iar banii erau frunzele de copac..asta cred ca a fost semn..ca acum am ajuns vanzator online )).&lt;br /&gt;Mirosul apusului de soare pe camp, la pazit de pepeni cand jucam cu jumatate din copiii din sat  ratele si vanatorii il mai am si acum cand ma mai duc in vizita la bunici.&lt;br /&gt;Bucuria sarbatorilor de iarna este un sentiment care nu poate fi comparat cu nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Pe 5 decembrie imi pregateam cu grija ghetutele si a doua zi dimineata alergam repede-repede sa vad daca nu cumva Mosul m-a sarit. In niciun an nu m-a sarit. Mama avea grija sa ne puna mereu in ghetute bomboane de pom..cele invelite in hartie colorata si tubuletele de BoniBon..era singura data in an cand mancam BoniBon.&lt;br /&gt;La bradul de Craciun era un intreg ritual si tata ne lua in fiecare an alta instalatie de ajunsesem la un moment dat sa avem kilometri de beculete.&lt;br /&gt;In ziua in care am aflat ca Mos Craciun nu exista am plans o ora in continuu. Mi se distrusese acel farmec al batranelului imbracat in haina rosie care se furisa ca sa ne aduca noua bunatati.&lt;br /&gt;Din acel an nu am mai vrut sa primesc nimic de Mos. Nu mai avea niciun farmec.&lt;br /&gt;Asta pana anul trecut cand m-am trezit dimineata si am gasit o gramada de sortimente de dulciuri puse in toti pantofiorii pe care ii aveam pe hol la intrare. Iuby meu s-a gandit sa readuca farmecul copilariei in viata mea..pentru cateva secunde m-am simtit iarasi copil..acel copil care il astepta cu nerabdare pe Mosu cu traista plina de bunatati.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lucruri marunte, dar care imi produc o bucurie imensa..ma intorc in timp la copilaria mea lipsita de griji si inconjurata numai de oameni minunati in care rautatile, minciuna si invidia nu aveau ce cauta.&lt;br /&gt;Cam asta este..mi-e dor sa mai traiesc o data toate cele povestite mai sus si sa le mai vad cu aceiasi ochi in care grijile si problemele de astazi inca nu ma atinsesera.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de copilarie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-6300640854584913996?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/6300640854584913996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/11/mi-e-dorde-copilarie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/6300640854584913996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/6300640854584913996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/11/mi-e-dorde-copilarie.html' title='Mi-e dor..de Copilarie!!!'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-5481178083519034487</id><published>2009-08-22T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:57:55.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPRESII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/So_Au95yULI/AAAAAAAAABY/8s-jbSd8cMI/s1600-h/P1000714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/So_Au95yULI/AAAAAAAAABY/8s-jbSd8cMI/s320/P1000714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372724793599742130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Astepti concediul un an de zile, numeri zilele pana sa ajungi la destinatia propusa. Inca de pe vremea cand eram mica si mergeam cu ai mei in vacante, tin minte ca nu puteam sa inchid un ochi in noaptea dinaintea plecarii. Si acum sunt la fel - imi parea atat de bine ca ma rup din cotidian, incat de emotie am plecat incaltata in papucii cu care stau in casa. Noroc ca mi-am dat seama  la timp.&lt;br /&gt; Am fost in minunata noastra statiune Mamaia..in fiecare an ma chinui sa gasesc acel CEVA care atrage ca un magnet. Anul asta am constatat cu uimire ca o mare parte din terasele care altadata gemeau de turisti erau inchise, parasite. Nu stiu unde erau zecile alea de turisti pe care ii tot anuntau astia la televizor pentru ca uneori aveam impresia ca este pustiu.&lt;br /&gt;Cat vedeai cu ochii o mare de scaune albe de pe plaja erau goale, insa preturile la ele au ramas aceleasi.&lt;br /&gt; De cum intri in statiune un miros imbietor de alge te intampina jucaus, astfel incat este o adevarata placere sa bagi ceva in gura la o terasa din apropiere.&lt;br /&gt;Dar, ce ar fi litoralul nostru fara nisipul plin cu chistoace de tigara si fara patura de alge care te cuprinde pana departe in larg?&lt;br /&gt;Dar, daca stai si te gandesti..asta este farmecul care te face sa revii de fiecare data cu drag si sa mai astepti sa mai treaca un an, ca sa te poti relaxa privind la marea noastra draga!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-5481178083519034487?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/5481178083519034487/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/08/impresii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/5481178083519034487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/5481178083519034487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/08/impresii.html' title='IMPRESII'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/So_Au95yULI/AAAAAAAAABY/8s-jbSd8cMI/s72-c/P1000714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-7003929157709174000</id><published>2009-07-18T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:40:40.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cateva "perle"</title><content type='html'>Iata cateva perle sa ne mai destindem pe vreme de canicula si criza:)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ... cu cine am placerea sa stau de vorba?  - aaa, iiii, aaaaa sunt sotul sotiei mele!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.-Buna ziua , Connex sunt A.H. cu ce va pot ajuta? -A, draguta ca de obicei...auziti benefeciem si noi de ceva supliment cu ocazia ECLIPSEI asteia, ca la campionatul mondial parca ne-ati dat ceva ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. clientul: Am si eu nevoie de codul PUK pentru ca mi s-a blocat cartela.  eu: Imi puteti spune, va rog, ce mesaj va apare pe ecranul telefonului...  clientul:Hi! Have a nice and lucky day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.- Fiti amabila, aveti trezire de dimineata ??  - ???? (In gand: daca imi beau cafeaua...)  Ati putea fi mai explicit, imi cer scuze dar ..  - Adica, pe cine ma trezeste maine dimineata ???  Mi s-a terminat bateria la ceas, iar "telecomul" s-a inundat ...  Da' io' am si-un caine bleg, care nu-si mai face datoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Rep: Ce aparat utilizati? Clientul: Un Mitibusii...a incercat sa se corecteze (dealerii se prapadeau de ras in magazin) ...Mitibusu, adica...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Clientul: Unde pot vedea creditul? Am un Motorola... EU: Megeti in meniu la nr. 6 la contoare apel... EL: Si asta pe ce strada este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "mai zii o data ca am dat intr-o groapa cu masina..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. clientul: cum va numiti?..op (care nu auzea f bine): RDS..clientul:nu, va intrebam cum va numiti?..op: RDS Domnule...clientul: Dsoara, cum v-au botezat pe Dvs parintii??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. discutie intre operator si client (care era de fapt o clienta cu silicoane in buze) face to face, dupa ce vorbisera inainte la telefon:&lt;br /&gt;cl: aa..e negru, dar eu vreau pe alb&lt;br /&gt;op: dar v-am spus si la telefon, in Romania pe alb va ajunge la sf anului&lt;br /&gt;cl: deci..nu aveti, dar eu totusi as dori pe alb&lt;br /&gt;op: inteleg, dar nu am de unde..vi l-am adus pe negru, pt ca ati spus la telefon ca e ok si pe negru&lt;br /&gt;cl: da da..dar nu stiti exact cand o sa fie pe negru?&lt;br /&gt;op: NU..dar va pot anunta..&lt;br /&gt;cl: NUU..ca eu vreau pe alb. nu puteti totusi sa mi-l aduceti pe alb?&lt;br /&gt;op: NUUU v-am  mai spus..am numai pe negru......&lt;br /&gt;cl: eu as vrea pe alb...&lt;br /&gt;op: ...........................se abtine, desi....&lt;br /&gt;cl: tati, hai sa mergem ca eu vreau pe alb...astia au numai negru..&lt;br /&gt;op: biip biip biipppp....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. disctie intre op si cl , pe mail:&lt;br /&gt;op: doriti factura pe firma  X sau pe firma Y:?&lt;br /&gt;cl: DA&lt;br /&gt;op: cred ca nu m-am exprimat eu cum trebuie..factura sa se fectueze pe X sau Y?&lt;br /&gt;cl: e perfect asa&lt;br /&gt;Op: a) firma X...b) firma Y...pe care o alegeti?&lt;br /&gt;cl: ok&lt;br /&gt;op: la capatul rabdarii..doamna, aveti doua variante a) si b)..va rog sa alegeti una dintre ele&lt;br /&gt;cl: X&lt;br /&gt;op: finallyyyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-7003929157709174000?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-1497028945391133239</id><published>2009-07-04T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:25:26.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In numele iubirii</title><content type='html'>Doua corabii pluteau linistit&lt;br /&gt;Pe o mare calma si alba&lt;br /&gt;Iar vantul soptea necontenit&lt;br /&gt;C-o sa vina furtuna si-i neagra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ele vorbeau si se bucurau&lt;br /&gt;Caci erau impreuna si asta-si doreau&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ascultau la vantul batran&lt;br /&gt;C-o sa vina furtuna ca un pagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa timpul trecu si ele vazura&lt;br /&gt;Un val mare si negru,ca o faptura.&lt;br /&gt;Acesta se-ntinse si le cuprinse&lt;br /&gt;Si bratele sale uriase nu le desprinse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In zadar se zbateau ele si implorau iertare&lt;br /&gt;Caci furtuna nu voi a le da scapare&lt;br /&gt;Iar atunci una striga tare:"IUBIREA!"&lt;br /&gt;Si furtuna uriasa le dadu mantuirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe acea mare calma si alba&lt;br /&gt;Se zbateau ele,acum fara graba&lt;br /&gt;Caci una-i ranita si sangereaza&lt;br /&gt;Si-n numele iubirii cealalta-o vegheaza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-1497028945391133239?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/1497028945391133239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-numele-iubirii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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romana...:)&lt;br /&gt;Pt unii este una dintre cele mai frumoase perioade din viata. Grijile nu sunt prea mari, tot ce trebuie sa faci este sa te duci la scoala, zilnic daca se poate, sa te distrezi cu prietenii si cam atat..Pentru mine una cam asta insemna viata de liceu. Nu trebuia sa ma gandesc la ziua de maine, la cum sa-mi fac rost de un job, la cum sa mi-l pastrez. Eram acasa..la mama..si era tare bine.&lt;br /&gt;Pt mine liceul a fost frumos, linistit..aveam un singur scop..sa termin cu BAC-ul si  mai departe sa-mi urmez facultatea visurilor...Juralismul.&lt;br /&gt;Uite ca am terminat si facultatea in urma cu cativa ani..acum lucrez intr-un domeniu care nu are nicio legatura cu facultatea pe care am terminat-o.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu decat ca in liceu visam la multe ..multe lucruri pe care sa le fac dupa ce termin a XII-a. Pe unele dintre ele le-am facut..pe altele insa....viata mi-a rezervat alte surprize.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi m-am reintalnit cu un niste colegi de liceu - dupa 7 ani de zile. Am depanat amintiri..am aflat despre fostii colegi care pe unde sunt si ce fac. Am ramas insa uimita sa constant  faptul ca desi fizic nu s-au schimbat..mi s-a parut ca stau de vorba cu oameni  pe care parca il vedeam prima oara.&lt;br /&gt;M-a incercat un sentiment ciudat ..la intrebarea: "Si, ce mai e nou?" ..ce sa raspunzi? Ce poti sa-i spui nou unui om cu care nu te-ai vazut de 7 ani? :) ..&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, una peste alta m-a bucurat ff tare reintalnirea asta. E dragut sa vezi cum se transforma oamenii dupa o anumita perioada de timp. Sper decat sa nu mai treaca inca 7 ani pana la urmatoarea intalnire..ca asta ar insemna sa ne vedem printr-un parc cu plozii in brate :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-9134474233307948317?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/9134474233307948317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/ani-de-liceu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/9134474233307948317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/9134474233307948317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/ani-de-liceu.html' title='Ani de liceu...'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-395912165293453692</id><published>2009-06-28T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:46:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucuresti-ul inainte si dupa furtuna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/Ske6fS9MVqI/AAAAAAAAABI/kYOyCB6zbPA/s1600-h/P1000270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/Ske6fS9MVqI/AAAAAAAAABI/kYOyCB6zbPA/s320/P1000270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352451728980334242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/Ske6RkUBsII/AAAAAAAAABA/8iJXFJCubIk/s1600-h/P1000258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/Ske6RkUBsII/AAAAAAAAABA/8iJXFJCubIk/s320/P1000258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352451493121339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-395912165293453692?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/395912165293453692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/bucuresti-ul-inainte-si-dupa-furtuna.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/395912165293453692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/395912165293453692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/bucuresti-ul-inainte-si-dupa-furtuna.html' title='Bucuresti-ul inainte si dupa furtuna'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/Ske6fS9MVqI/AAAAAAAAABI/kYOyCB6zbPA/s72-c/P1000270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-225615448239826865</id><published>2009-06-27T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:40:08.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MURIT MICHAEL...TRAIASCA MICHAEL!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYhCdcORkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xUGn9MezX5Y/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYhCdcORkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xUGn9MezX5Y/s320/mj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352001533322872386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trist, dar adevarat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ziua  de &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/25_iunie" title="25 iunie"&gt;25 iunie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009" title="2009"&gt;2009&lt;/a&gt;, Michael Jackson a suferit un stop cardiac la domiciliul său din &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Holmby_Hills&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1" class="new" title="Holmby Hills — pagină inexistentă"&gt;Holmby Hills&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles" title="Los Angeles" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt;. Paramedicii care au ajuns de urgenţă la reşedinţa artistului au spus mai târziu că acesta era fără suflare. Cu toate acestea paramedicii au făcut manevre de resuscitare cardiopulmonară la faţa locului, apoi au dus pacientul, care intrase în &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Com%C4%83" title="Comă"&gt;comă&lt;/a&gt;, la Centrul Medical UCLA. Decesul a fost declarat în jurul orei 14:26 (ora locală) în aceeaşi zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va ramane o emblema, un mit, un zeu al muzicii Pop.&lt;br /&gt;Mare pacat ca a fost tavalit in noroi in ultima parte a vietii lui. Oamenii sunt facuti  de asa natura incat isi dau seama de ceea ce au avut numai atunci cand pierd pe cineva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odihneste-te in pace, Miachael!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-225615448239826865?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/225615448239826865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/murit-michaeltraiasca-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/225615448239826865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/225615448239826865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/murit-michaeltraiasca-michael.html' title='A MURIT MICHAEL...TRAIASCA MICHAEL!!!!'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYhCdcORkI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xUGn9MezX5Y/s72-c/mj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-3236734703846091433</id><published>2009-06-27T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T04:30:22.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drept la replica I</title><content type='html'>Sunt convinsa ca multi dintre noi  isi petrec cea mai mare parte din viata la locul de munca. Exact ca in reclama: "birou-pat, birou-pat". Unii isi fac munca cu pasiune, altii decat ca ASA TREBUIE. Imi place sa cred ca eu fac parte din prima categorie. Iar asta o pot spune decat cei care lucreaza alaturi de mine.&lt;br /&gt;La locul de munca iti faci prieteni, dar si dusmani..ca asa-i in viatza.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce te faci atunci cand colegii care nu te plac foarte tare fac o coalitie si pornesc la un razboi impotriva ta, fara baze reale...decat asa, ca nu au ce face si se apuca de debitat!??!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt oameni care nu au o viatza proprie, oameni frustrati care  se gandesc cum sa o distruga si pe a altora.&lt;br /&gt;Am  acelasi loc de munca de mai bine de 2 ani de zile. Cu unii am legat prietenii stranse, am plans cand au plecat si inca ma gandesc cu drag la zilele cand lucram impreuna. Cu unii am crezut ca am ramas prietena, realitatea stand cu totul diferit. Au stiut sa-mi zambeasca in fatza si m-au lovit pe la spate.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc: ce au de castigat din tot acest circ? Dorm mai bine noaptea? Se simt mai impliniti, mai fericiti ca lovesc miseleste si se folosesc de tot felul de scheme?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as fi dorit sa le dau o replica la momentul respectiv, insa am considerat ca acest gen de oameni nu merita nici macar atat. M-au lovit..am cazut (spiritual vorbind)..m-am ridicat si m-am scuturat..am mers mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Ii invit sa comenteze aici, din spatele monitorului sunt foarte tari in clantza:)&lt;br /&gt;Oricum Timpul le va dovedi pe toate :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-3236734703846091433?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/3236734703846091433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/drept-la-replica-i.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/3236734703846091433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/3236734703846091433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/drept-la-replica-i.html' title='Drept la replica I'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4129578483359364549.post-488138597609420792</id><published>2009-06-27T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:57:23.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezentare scurta</title><content type='html'>Am creat acest blog pt ca s-au intamplat f mult lucruri in ultima perioada care m-au afectat..unele chiar in mod direct.&lt;br /&gt;Consider ca toti ne-am castigat acest drept la replica si e pacat ca nu putem sa reactionam atunci cand suntem acuzati de niste fapte care nu sunt reale.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, pentru toti care au trecut prin asa ceva, macar o data in viata, va invit aici sa comentam impreuna:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4129578483359364549-488138597609420792?l=justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/feeds/488138597609420792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/prezentare-scurta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/488138597609420792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4129578483359364549/posts/default/488138597609420792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justme-dreptlareplica.blogspot.com/2009/06/prezentare-scurta.html' title='Prezentare scurta'/><author><name>justMe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13482184182238086064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ax7dOO0l8w/SkYWbVDDKmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q-UZWCtKr5k/S220/uKuobS027224-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
