<?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-1372777004879484858</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:53:22.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... Nu cer nimic de la viata,in schimb iau putin cate putin.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-2304448177709153494</id><published>2011-11-27T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T14:22:06.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XyqiUTaRv4/TtK1prjrU-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7cKlHNcj0AE/s1600/addiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XyqiUTaRv4/TtK1prjrU-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7cKlHNcj0AE/s400/addiction.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Stiati ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;ea mai mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;armă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt; ce o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;poate folosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt; cineva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;impotriva noastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;insasi &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mintea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;noastra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;agatandu-se ca o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;de&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;ndoieli&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;şi incertitudini&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;pandesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;acolo&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;m&lt;/span&gt;a intreb daca in viata asta suntem noi cu adevarat sau traimpentru asteptarile altora... daca suntem cinstiti si deschisi, daca punem sufletulsi inima pe tava gasind CURAJUL si INCREDEREAde a ne elibera cele mai profunde secrete, putemfi iubiti cu adevarat vreodata fara a se profita…&lt;span class="hps"&gt;sau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;n cele din urmă&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;suntem imposibili de a fi iubiti???&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ufff increderea asta :( &amp;nbsp;este un lucru dat dracu si foarte, foarte dificil.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;ie ca este vorba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;in a gasi oamenii potriviti in care sa ai incredere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;sau ai deja incredere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;inoamnenii care vor face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;ceva gresit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Intotdeauna m-am ferit sa am &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;incredere in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;inima mea (tot mi s-a intamplat sa o cred de2 ori) pentru ca este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;cel &lt;span class="hps"&gt;mairiscant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;lucru dintre toate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;n cele din urmă&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;, chiar daca nu mi-am invatat lectia, singurullucru in care pot avea incredere tot eu sunt… Este ca o vina ce i-o reprosez ca nu ma protejeaza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Pentru mine vinovatia este "a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tuff motherfucker". Am incercatcandva sa-i intorc spatele, am reusit asta pana cand s-a furisat pe la spatelemeu si a inceput sa ma manace de viu. De atunci insa, m-am decis sa fac parte din categoria oamenilor careincearca, se lupta sa-si inteleaga vina si sa si-o expuna&amp;nbsp; daca-i sunt partasi, si sa nu fug cum o fac altii, departe devina lor, de constiinta, atat de departe pana nu mai ramane nimicdin ea. Pentru mine vina este una din putinile lumini care inca imi lumineazacalea. Desii tot ce vad, aud, sau simt, stiu foarte bine ca a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-style: normal;"&gt;sa cum &amp;nbsp;fara foc nu iese fum si cum orice minciuna areun sambure de adevar tot asa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;există&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt; două variante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;pentru fiecare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;poveste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;si două&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;fete pentru fiecarepersoană&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O fata pe care o dezvaluim celor din jurul nostru si una pe careo tinem ascunsa in interiorul nostru. &lt;span class="hps"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;dualitate ce tinde sa mentina&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;echilibrul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;dintre&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;lumina şi intuneric&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;dintre bine si rau (mai multa lumine si mai mult bine).&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Imiplace sa cred ca sunt capabil si reusesc de fiecare data sa ma opresc cu multinainte de linia ce marcheaza sfarasitul moralitatii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Exista o veche zicala despre cei care nu invata din trecut ca suntcondamnati sa-l repete, dar cei &amp;nbsp;dintrenoi care refuza sa uite trecutul suntem condamnati sa-l retraim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In final &lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: whitesmoke; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;recutul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;va ramne intotdeauna un lucru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;complicat, gravat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="float: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;pe veci in sufletele noastre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-2304448177709153494?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/2304448177709153494/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=2304448177709153494' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/2304448177709153494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/2304448177709153494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2011/11/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8XyqiUTaRv4/TtK1prjrU-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/7cKlHNcj0AE/s72-c/addiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-6920937214250969071</id><published>2011-03-10T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:45:36.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce si cum alegem in viata? Prin ochii cui vedem viata?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6umF-9Ncb4/TXi4Zz9qW0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2B0utbZbQKI/s1600/fork-in-the-road.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6umF-9Ncb4/TXi4Zz9qW0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2B0utbZbQKI/s320/fork-in-the-road.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582414491710806850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves/&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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Suntem destinati sa repetam greselile celuilalt, succesele celuilalt. Dar cum am putea vedea lumea, daca nu prin ochii lor? Avand aceleasi temeri, aceleasi dorinte, le vedem ca pe un exemplu de urmat , sau ca pe un avertismet despre ce sa evitam? Alegem sa traim ceea ce ei au, doar pt ca asta stim sau sa ne creem propria identitate? Si ce se intampla daca se dovedeste, ca uramndu-i, sa fie o dezamagire, ii putem inlocuii? Printii nostrii, mama tata. Destinul a gasit o cale sa ne aduca inapoi la confortul familial al casei. Exista binele si raul... Acum depinde de noi sa ne dam seama ce este corect... gresit... bun... rau. Dreptatea si nedreptatea, eroii si ticalosii. In fiecare dintre noi exista capacitatea de a decide cine ne condce actiunile. Unii cauta dragostea chiar daca nu este impartasita, iar altii sunt condusi de frica si tradare.Unii sunt acei care isi vad alegerile in intuneric, in timp ce altii urmeaza o cale cu un destin nobil, sunt unii care sunt altruisti ca aceia ce simt nevoia de a face insusi ceva mai mare in timp ce altii cunosc numai propriul interes izolandu-se intr-o lume facuta de ei, mai sunt unii care atunci cand existente neinsemnate ies la iveala scopul lor se prezinta si daca au taria sa fie cinstiti, atunci ce gasesc uitandu-see la ei este propria relexie, dar in final, ceea ce este corect, gresit, bun sau rau, ceea ce alegem nu este ceea ce avem nevoie cu adevarat. Sunt multe modalitati pt a definii fragila noastra existenta si multe modalitati de a-i oferii un sens. Dar sunt memoriile noastre care-i schimba sensul si-i dau un alt context &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;Fiind martor la dualitatea vietii noastre consider ca fiecare dintre noi este capabil atat de intuneric cat si de lumina, de bine sau de rau, dar destinul ce merge in directiile noastre poate fi redirectionat de alegerile pe care le facem, de dragostea ce o avem in noi si promisiunile pe care le pastram&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-6920937214250969071?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/6920937214250969071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=6920937214250969071' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6920937214250969071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6920937214250969071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2011/03/ce-si-cum-alegem-in-viata-prin-ochii.html' title='Ce si cum alegem in viata? Prin ochii cui vedem viata?'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6umF-9Ncb4/TXi4Zz9qW0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/2B0utbZbQKI/s72-c/fork-in-the-road.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-3542357372773543001</id><published>2010-04-04T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T06:58:24.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dam din coada bucurosi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S7jrHLLpKsI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnu1UmRhI8U/s1600/puppyeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S7jrHLLpKsI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnu1UmRhI8U/s320/puppyeyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456369457052592834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem precum un catelus abandonat ce da din coada la fiecare trecator ce-l baga in seama si-l mangaie pe crestetul capului sau ii da ceva de mancare. Sarim de bucurie, zambim, facem tot felul de giumbuslucuri in a-i atrage atentia, nerealizand, desi asa facem de fiecare data, over and over again, cu dorinta de a avea un stapan sa-l ia acasa si sa-i ofere un adapost. Dezamagit de fiecare data, catelusul pleaca urechile, codita, capul si se aseaza sub o banca trist si cu lacrimi in ochi ca nimeni nu-l doreste. Nevrand sa ramana singur, persista din greseala in greseala, nu se invata minte si la urmatorul trecator iar sare si da din coada, se bucura pe langa el, apoi dezamagit revine sub bancuta lui care-i  a devenit cel mai bun prieten. Pentru trecator este o bucurie sa se poata juca fara a avea responsabilitatile cresterii catelusului, ii face reala placere sa se joace putin cu el, sa-i arunce din cand in cand cate ceva de mancare, considerand in sinea lui ca este foarte responsabil daca-l mangaie si-i da ceva de mancare o data la.... dar va continua sa-si vada de drumul lui, lasand un suflet ranit, nestiind si nevrand sa stie ca nu cauta decat dragoste si o imbratisare in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. Asa din trecator in trecator ajunge sa-si piarda bucuria, devenind apatic si retras.&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa decurge o perioada din viata noastra de dupa o despartire? Cu totii  ne gandim ca se va intoarce roata si cel/cea care a avut puterea sa puna  capt unei relatii va suferi cel putin la fel de mult pe cat ma suferit dupa despartire, sau se va intoarce in a-si cere iertare  dorind sa i se mai dea o sansa, gadilindu-ne orgoliu si mai punand un  pansament la vindecarea totala  (de multe ori chiar se intampla asta).&lt;br /&gt;Asteptam momentul asta ca pe oxigen,  dar nu privim si analizam obiectiv. Poate este si vina noastra ca nu am  stiut cat, cum sa oferim atentie relatiei, cat si cum sa cerem inapoi,  iar daca am vazut ca nu primim pe cat oferim, sa punem capat fara a merge mai departe,  ca o corabie naufragiata. Nu este vina celui care a pus capat relatiei,  ci este vina noastra ca nu luam deciziile atunci cand trebuie, de teama  de a nu fi singuri, desi suntem constienti ca ceva este in neregula si&lt;br /&gt;(caci tot singuri o sa fim, doar ca vom avea cu noi si durerea despartitii)&lt;br /&gt;nu va avea viitor o astfel de relatie, in care doar o persoana ofera  atentie, dragoste si accepta mai mult decat ar trebui.&lt;br /&gt;Stam ne gandim, asteptam un fel de moment al razbunarii, ca soarta sa-i  dea si lui/ei o palma, in schimb daca ne-am putea vedea din afara exact  asa ne-am vedea:&lt;br /&gt;Ca un catelus abandonat cersind.&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;Ati vazut ca de multe ori cand dati ceva de mancare unui catelus doar o miroase si nu se atinge de ea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-3542357372773543001?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/3542357372773543001/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=3542357372773543001' title='20 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3542357372773543001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3542357372773543001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2010/04/dam-din-coada-bucurosi.html' title='Dam din coada bucurosi'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S7jrHLLpKsI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnu1UmRhI8U/s72-c/puppyeyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-7124844713214721798</id><published>2010-02-10T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:25:13.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep walking forward in a mechanical world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S3KnnGvBw7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NnwaUQYQGcE/s1600-h/work_677011_4_flat,550x550,075,f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436591990454207410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S3KnnGvBw7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NnwaUQYQGcE/s320/work_677011_4_flat,550x550,075,f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Din aceasta lume mecanica in care majoritatea merg dupa ceas, munca-acasa, munca-acasa... mi-am luat liber sa fiu atipic, sa-mi regasesc placerea in a face ce-mi place si sa-mi organizez singur timpul ce-l am de petrecut in aceasta viata. Renunt la complexele cai ale maturitatii si ma intorc la simplele cai ale copilariei. &lt;div&gt;Cu stresul dat de munca, placerea oferita de dans si dorinta de mai mult, continui sa merg inainte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am gasit drumul cu sens unic ratacit in infinitul plan abstract, al acestei lumi, dobandit fara voia mea doar pt ca am crescut si am uitat. Ma intorc si imbratisez viata, imi cer identitatea furata, ridic capul si-mi cer toate drepturile ce mi se cuvin de la viata. Vor fi doar ale mele si nu le voi mai rataci. Renunt a-mi mai fi incalcate si controlate drepturile de o lume marioneta ce sta mereu cu mana intinsa si-mi satbilesc singur regulile si prioritatile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end we all gotta say goodbye day, for a very good and long, long night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do it our way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-7124844713214721798?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/7124844713214721798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=7124844713214721798' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7124844713214721798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7124844713214721798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-keep-walking-forward-in-mechanical.html' title='I keep walking forward in a mechanical world.'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S3KnnGvBw7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/NnwaUQYQGcE/s72-c/work_677011_4_flat,550x550,075,f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-9196221305687991219</id><published>2010-01-12T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T05:42:18.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned from life ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S0xfBLHgDfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_IzG8YUcpec/s1600-h/web_images_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425816124843363826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S0xfBLHgDfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_IzG8YUcpec/s320/web_images_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru inceput am invatat ca nimeni nu este perfect, asta pana cand te indragostesti (pfff asta da iluzie desarta).&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca viata este pe cat de dura pe atat de frumosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca prietenii sunt putini si trebuie tratati cu mare respect, avand grija sa le intorci aceeasi prietenie de care te bucuri.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca plecam cu sanse egale de cand ne nastem, insa diferenta facuta este ca sansele pierdute (pe care nu ar trebuii sa le pierzi vreodata), sunt prinse din zbor de o alta persoana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca pt fiecare greseala facuta in viata vei plati pt ea la un moment in a mentine echilibrul dintre bine si rau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca putem spune NU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca lumea nu se sfarseste dupa o relatie esuata.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa nu ne complacem intr-o situatie (indiferent ca e relatie, job, prietenie...) care s-a terminat de mult si sa spunem ajunge, nu am nevoie de asta, o pot lua de la capat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca miciuna si adevarul merg mana in mana (tris, insa cat se poate de adevarat).&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cind porti pica, sufletul ti se otraveste, iar fericirea se duce in alta parte. Am invatat ca ar trebui mereu folosite vorbe bune, pentru ca este posibil ca maine sa fi nevoit sa le retragi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca poti reusi in viata si telul propus poate fi atins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca familia este cel mai de pret lucru ce-l poate primi o persoana de la viata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca vorba multa este saracia omului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat sa luam atitudine in fata lucrurilor care ne deranjeaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat sa separam neghina din grau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca orice inceput are si un sfarsit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa ne facem timp pt personele dragi din  viata noastra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca nicio fapta buna nu scapa nepedepsita.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca un suras este cel mai economic mod pentru a-ti imbunatati aspectul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat ca o imbratisare iti poate incalzi sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu pot sa aleg cum arat, dar pot mereu sa fac cate ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca toti vor sa traiasca in varful muntelui, dar nimeni nu este dispus sa-l ecaladeze si sa se bucure de toata fericirea si cresterea ce au loc in timpul urcusului. Am invatat ca trebuie sa te bucuri de calatorie si sa nu te gandesti doar la scopul ei. Am invatat ca e mai bine sa dai sfaturi doar cand sunt cerute. Am invatat ca in timpul irosit puteam resusi multe lucruri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am invatat atat de multe, suntem constienti de ele, sunt bine pastrate (poate prea bine), dar folosim ce am invatat in viata de zi cu zi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-9196221305687991219?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/9196221305687991219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=9196221305687991219' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/9196221305687991219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/9196221305687991219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-we-learn-from-life.html' title='What I learned from life ?!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S0xfBLHgDfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/_IzG8YUcpec/s72-c/web_images_004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-4402119970252087738</id><published>2010-01-09T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:44:53.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singuratate vs Cuplu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S0ioCiyzWzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JKR_5b4Q2cQ/s1600-h/34k_verighetamare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424770512820853554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/S0ioCiyzWzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JKR_5b4Q2cQ/s320/34k_verighetamare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O paralela intre viata de cuplu si a fi singur. Care este mai sigura?&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna m-am intrebat. Sa punem in balanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relatia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimic nu se compara cu siguranata oferita de o relatie stabila;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-incredere conferita, cat de important te simti, felul in care mergi cu capul sus, esti plin de viata, nimic nu-ti poate sta in cale, caldura primita cand intri pe usa casei, imbratisarile, sarutarile, cuvintele de sprijin, suportul in tot ce faci, invatamintele de la persoana draga, cizelarea, felul in care arati, cum te imbraci, visul de a construi un viitor impreuna, de a urca pe cele mai inlte trepte, niciun sacrificiu nu ti se pare a fi prea mult, faptul ca in fiecare zi o incepi spunandu-i buna dimineata si vrei sa o inchei cu un sarut de noapte buna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toate-s bune si frumoase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar cat tin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S nu uitati, cu cat urci mai mult cu atat cazi mai rau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singuratatea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- in primul rand nu suferi, ai mai mult timp pt tine, nu renunti la prieteni si la ceea ce-ti place sa faci, iti urmezi visele, triesti viata, nu-ti creezi obligatii, nu faci burta si nu chelesti, nu te complaci intr-o relatie, desii aroma dragostei s-a dus, doar de dragul de a fii intr-una, nu cauti raspunsuri in alta parte, nu dai socoteala, nu te superi pe felul in care reactioneaza in grupul de prieteni, ca e copilaroasa, ca se lasa dusa de val, ca nu stie cand sa puna piciorul in prag, cand sa accepte un copliment si cand sa-l respinga, ca e lipsita de personalitate si tot ce zici este de acord cu tine, ca si cum daca ii place un lucru si-ti cere parerea despre el, iar daca-i gasesti o mica hiba este de acord cu tine si renunta a-l mai cumpara, nu te superi ca nu-ti intelege grija pt ea si ca vrei s-o protejezi, s-o inveti, s-o ajuti, in schimb persista din greseala in greseala, parca-ti face in ciuda, nu ajungi sa-ti reprosezi, cate am facut pt tine, cat te-am sprijinit, cata dragoste ti-am oferit si nu am primit nimic din partea ta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totul este atat de simplu. De ce sa ne complicam viata, cand toti renunta din ce in ce mai mult la relatii si cauta doar sa-si tina de cald din cand in cand, cand aud de relatie fug ca dracul de tamaie si se plang ca nu au pe nimeni, ca nu au timp sa intretina o relatie, ca ori au iesit dintr-o relatie lunga sau se concentreaza pe cariera " bullshit" este doar frica, dar prefera o aventura de weekend din cand in cand, asa fara intrebari sau pretentiii, fara a da explicatii de ce a iesit in oras sau de ce nu a cumparat paine!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totul devine o neincredere totala, un mare DE CE, PT CE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce sa alegem :-?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta este valabil si pentru noi baietii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-4402119970252087738?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=1731220269392932321' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1731220269392932321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1731220269392932321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-madagascar.html' title='Merry Madagascar =))'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-2451702801441078914</id><published>2009-11-21T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:44:09.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SwlxL6FhNAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nyqthtmwr2U/s1600/love_poem_poetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406977277019894786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SwlxL6FhNAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nyqthtmwr2U/s320/love_poem_poetry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Viata imi era atat de ocupata, gandurile incatusate, privirea incetosata, sufletul pierdut intr-un abis, pana in ziua in care te-am cunoscut si mi-am dat seama ca de azi inainte ficere zi va fi cu tine. Inima mi-ai cuprins-o cu magie si carisma. Zambetul iti este ca o atingere gentila intre trup si suflet. Esti un salon de frumusete pentru ochii mei. Iti ascult vocea in fiecare zi ca pe cel mai frumos concert pe care l-am auzit vreodata. Parfumul tau imi striga numele si ma invaluie cu puternice emotii printre care numai tu ma poti gasi. Mi-ai invadat inimia si ai reusit sa alungi cele mai mari temeri ce o cuprinsese. Atingerile tale suave pe bratu-mi si imbratisarile calde sunt ca o dezmierdare a sufletului meu. Pasiunea mea pentru tine reprezinta foamea inimii mele. Schimbul intim de priviri, ganduri, trup si suflet reprezinta existenta mea in fiecare zi, in fiecare ora, pentru fiecare minut. De o singura dragoste avem nevoie si o singura dragoste impartasim.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea ce ti-o port reprezinta existenta Raiului pe Pamant ce la picioare ti-l astern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avand toate acestea, imi vine sa merg spre tine, sa-ti cuprinda mana si sa-ti spun ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am fost arestat de frumusetea ta si mi-ar placea sa-mi petrec sentinta pe viata in inchisoarea inimii tale".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-2451702801441078914?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/2451702801441078914/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=2451702801441078914' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/2451702801441078914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/2451702801441078914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-letter.html' title='Love letter'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SwlxL6FhNAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Nyqthtmwr2U/s72-c/love_poem_poetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-4965605594078618700</id><published>2009-11-20T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:46:10.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce inseamna prietenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SwhW7qjQvYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kb3VRAPX-pU/s1600/friendship002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406666935692737922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SwhW7qjQvYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kb3VRAPX-pU/s320/friendship002.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa-i fi cuiva prieten inseaman sa-ti faca placere timpul petrecut în palavrageli interminabile şi inconsecvente.&lt;br /&gt;Sa fi prieten pentru cineva mai inseamna a fi: un confort in zilele dificile, un zambet cand tristetea isi face simtita prezenta, un curcubeu care sa apara risipind norii de deasupra, apusul de soare care sa-i incalzeasca inima, o imbratisare cand singuratatea este in apropiere, prietenie la vedere pentru a avea incredere cand indoielile incearca sa puna stapanire, sprijinul de a avea curajul sa se cunoasca si sa aiba propria identitate, suportul moral de a invata sa alega si nu sa culeaga, rabdarea si intelepciunea de a accepta adevarul si a-l intelege.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai de prêt lucru pe care il putem oferim unui prieten, este iubirea noastra sperand ca viata lui sa fie mai completa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-4965605594078618700?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/4965605594078618700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=4965605594078618700' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/4965605594078618700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/4965605594078618700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ce-inseamna-prietenia.html' title='Ce inseamna prietenia'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SwhW7qjQvYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/kb3VRAPX-pU/s72-c/friendship002.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-6076161997530228021</id><published>2009-11-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:53:12.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascuti la inceputul anilor 70-80,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SvQ4TjbN4xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5rLmIzbFhYg/s1600-h/forgotten_memories_by_blackink__-wince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401003761702134546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SvQ4TjbN4xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5rLmIzbFhYg/s320/forgotten_memories_by_blackink__-wince.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vedem acum in anul 2009 cum casa parintilor nostri este de&lt;br /&gt;50 de ori mai scumpa decat atunci cand au cumparat-o&lt;br /&gt;si realizam ca noi o sa platim pentru casele noastre in jur&lt;br /&gt;de 50 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;Nu avem amintiri despre primii pasi pe luna, nici&lt;br /&gt;despre razboaie sangeroase, dar avem cultura generala,&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca asta insemna ceva o data.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat&lt;br /&gt;"Ascunselea" , "Castel", "Ratele si&lt;br /&gt;"vanatorii", "Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi",&lt;br /&gt;"Prinsea","Sticluta cu otrava",&lt;br /&gt;"Pac Pac", "Hotii si vardistii", ultimii&lt;br /&gt;care au strigat "Un doi trei la perete stai",&lt;br /&gt;ultimii care&lt;br /&gt;au folosit telefoanele cu fise, dar primii care am facut&lt;br /&gt;petreceri video (inchiriam un video si stateam sa ne uitam&lt;br /&gt;la filme 2 zile inchisi in casa), primii care am vazut&lt;br /&gt;desene animate color, primii care am renuntat la casete&lt;br /&gt;audio si le-am inlocuit cu CD-uri.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, pantaloni evazati,&lt;br /&gt;geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea firme gen Lee sau&lt;br /&gt;Puma era deja lider de gasca.&lt;br /&gt;Noi nu am dat examene de Capacitate, nu am dat teste&lt;br /&gt;grile la admitere.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am fost ultimii "Soimi ai Patriei" si&lt;br /&gt;ultimii "Pioneri".&lt;br /&gt;La&lt;br /&gt;gradi nita am invatat poezii in romaneste, nu in engleza...&lt;br /&gt;Si am cantat MULTI ANI TRAIASCA nu HAPPY BIRTHDAY la&lt;br /&gt;aniversari.&lt;br /&gt;Am sorbit din ochi Sclava Isaura, Beverly Hills ,&lt;br /&gt;Melrose Place , Twin Peaks, Dallas .. si cine zice ca nu s-a&lt;br /&gt;uitat ori minte ori nu avea inca televizor.&lt;br /&gt;Reclamele de pe posturile straine ne innebuneau, si&lt;br /&gt;abia asteptam sa vina si la noi inghetata Magnum, sau&lt;br /&gt;pustile alea absolut superbe cu apa.Intre timp, ne consolam&lt;br /&gt;cu Tango cu vanilie si ciocolata si clasicele bidoane&lt;br /&gt;umplute cu apa de la robinet, care turnate in cap ne&lt;br /&gt;provocau pneumonii. Si uite un motiv bun sa nu mergem la&lt;br /&gt;scoala.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am ascultat si Metallica, si Ace of Base, si DJ&lt;br /&gt;Bobo, si Michael Jackson, si Backstreet Boys si Take That,&lt;br /&gt;si inca nu auzisem de manele singurele melodii de joc fiind&lt;br /&gt;horele la chefuri, la care nimeni nu stia pasii, dar toti&lt;br /&gt;dansam!&lt;br /&gt;Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am&lt;br /&gt;auzit atat de Abba, si de Queen, cat si de noile nume gen 50&lt;br /&gt;Cent si Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;Am citit "Licurici", "Pif",&lt;br /&gt;Ciresarii, si am baut Cico si Zmeurata si ni s-a parut ceva&lt;br /&gt;extraordinar cand au aparut primele sucuri "de la&lt;br /&gt;TEC" fara sa ne fie teama ca "au prea multe&lt;br /&gt;E-uri", iar la scoala beam toata clasa dintr-o sticla&lt;br /&gt;de suc fara teama de virusi.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am baut prima Coca-Cola la sticla si am&lt;br /&gt;descoperit internetul. Noi nu ne dadeam bip-uri, ne fluieram&lt;br /&gt;sa iesim afara, noi nu aveam dolby surround system, taceam&lt;br /&gt;toti ca sa auzim actiunea filmului, nu aveam Nintendo sau&lt;br /&gt;Playstation ci jocuri tetris de care ne plictiseam la o luna&lt;br /&gt;dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap, pline de praf.&lt;br /&gt;Abia asteptam la chefuri sa jucam "Fanta nita ", sau&lt;br /&gt;"Flori, fete sau baieti", sau "Adevar sau&lt;br /&gt;Provocare", sau orice ne dadea un pretext sa&lt;br /&gt;"pupam pe gura" pe cine "iubeam"..&lt;br /&gt;Noi suntem cei care inca au mai "cerut&lt;br /&gt;prietenia", care inca roseam la cuvantul&lt;br /&gt;"sex", care dadeam cu banul care sa intre in&lt;br /&gt;farmacie sa cumpere prezervative, pe care apoi sa le umplem&lt;br /&gt;cu apa si sa le aruncam in capul colegilor,&lt;br /&gt;care am completat mii de oracole, sperand ca persoana&lt;br /&gt;iubita va citi acolo unde scrie "De cine iti&lt;br /&gt;place?" ca ne place de el/ea.&lt;br /&gt;Este uimitor ca inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca&lt;br /&gt;noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca, genunchiere si&lt;br /&gt;cotiere, nu am avut scaune speciale in masini, nu am aruncat&lt;br /&gt;la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos, nu&lt;br /&gt;am avut pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de&lt;br /&gt;copii, nu ne-am spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti&lt;br /&gt;cainii si&lt;br /&gt;toate pisicile din cartier, nu am tinut cont de cate lipide&lt;br /&gt;si glucide mancam, parintii nostri nu au "child proof&lt;br /&gt;the house", ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si vin de la&lt;br /&gt;alimentara, si cate un pachet de tigari de la tutungerie.&lt;br /&gt;Noi am auzit cum&lt;br /&gt;s-a tras la Revolutie, noi am fost martorii a trei&lt;br /&gt;schimbari de bancnote si monede, noi am ras la bancuri cu&lt;br /&gt;Bula, noi am fost primii care au auzit-o pe Andreea Esca la&lt;br /&gt;Pro TV, noi suntem cei care mai tinem minte emisiunea&lt;br /&gt;"Feriti-va de magarus".&lt;br /&gt;Suntem o generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de&lt;br /&gt;"first-timers" ...&lt;br /&gt;Daca citesti si ai cazut macar un pic pe ganduri,&lt;br /&gt;esti de-al nostru !&lt;br /&gt;Trimite si la prietenii pe care poate i-ai uitat de&lt;br /&gt;mult, sa isi aduca aminte si ei . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-6076161997530228021?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/6076161997530228021/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=6076161997530228021' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6076161997530228021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6076161997530228021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/11/nascuti-la-inceputul-anilor-70-80.html' title='Nascuti la inceputul anilor 70-80,'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SvQ4TjbN4xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5rLmIzbFhYg/s72-c/forgotten_memories_by_blackink__-wince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-8996970937463410858</id><published>2009-10-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:12:27.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea minciunii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SxGZK5cwjlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9NSufdsq7L4/s1600/6a00e55225079e883401053691925c970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409273039947861586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SxGZK5cwjlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9NSufdsq7L4/s320/6a00e55225079e883401053691925c970c-800wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe cand lumea era la inceputuri si omul a inceput sa deprinda primele cuvinte, D-zeu a trimis pe Pamant doua dintre ajutoarele lui. Adevarul a fost primul trims la Est unde soarele rasare, iar Minciuna a fost cea de a doua trimisa la Vest unde soarele apune. Doua ajutoare de incredere trimise sa vada cum se descurca fiecare si daca prin puterea lor de convingere reusesc sa faca printre locuitorii zonei respective un loc mai vesel, mai primitor, mai bun. Avand aceste misiuni fiecare s-a pus pe treaba. Adevarul in calatoria sa de la S-E pana N-E a propavaduit si a invata oamenii ca cel mai corect este sa spui adevarul despre orice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In cealalta parte, Miciuna calatorind de la S-V pana la N-V si-a propavaduit invatamintele tuturor oamenilor din tinut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa zeci de ani trecuti, ani ce au dus la indeplinirea misiunii lor, Adevarul si Minciuna sunt chemati de D-zeu sa i se aseze la dreapta lui, sa priveasca impreuna ceea ce au facut in acesti ani pe pamant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In partea de Est toti locuitorii erau suparati, se uitau cu jind unul la celalalt, nu-si vorbeau, treceau unul pe langa altul fara a-si arunca nici macar o privire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adevarul uimit de reactiile oamenilor din tinutul lui, stiind ca spunand adevarul nu vor mai avea niciun secret si vor fi eliberati de povara, ca se vor accepta asa cum sunt, ca doar comunicand sincer relatiiile dintre ei vor dainui vesnic. Furios se uita catre tinutul unde Minciuna si-a impartasit invatamintele. In partea de vest locuitorii erau veseli, se tineau de mana, vorbeau, cantau si dansau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vazand toate acestea Adevarul incepe s-o ia la intrebari pe Minciuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cum de ai reusit sa-i faca pe oameni plini de viata, sa cante, sa danseze...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca miciuna are picioare scurte, ca nu poti trai in minciuna o viata intreaga, ca miciuna aduce numai certuri si necazuri etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La care minciuna ii raspunde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nu numai ca i-am facut veseli si plini de viata, dar pe langa miciuna spusa le-am spus si adevarul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uimit Adevarul intreaba:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cum se poate una ca asta caci numai eu pot spune adevarul?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numai tu poti spune adevarul in forma pura, eu nu fac decat sa transpun ce zici intr-o forma mai voalata. Nimeni nu suporta adevarul gol golut, in schimb toti iubesc o minciuna buna. De fapt nu sunt decat un cover al tau. Orice ar fi sunt langa tine si ori de cate ori vei avea nevoie de mine iti voi sari in ajutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te uiti la oamenii din zona ta si vezi persoane care au ajuns sa nu-si mai vorbeasca o viata intrega doar pt ca o persoana le-a spus exact ce gandeste despre un anumit lucru (de cum ii sta parul; de cum ii vine bluza; ca nu a procedat bine cum a reactionat; ca prietena/prietenul nu i se potriveste....) Acesta este adevarul tau si doare al dracului de tare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te uiti la oamenii din zona mea si-i vezi mintindu-se, ca sunt altceva decat ceea ce sunt de fapt, ca nu spun adevarul doar ca sa nu-si supere prietenii si sa ramana intr-o relatie de amicitie, sa poata socializa, vezi oameni care se tin de mana si danseaza cu zambetul pe buze de dragul de a nu fi singuri, pt ca lumea lor este o iluzie mai degraba si atat de fragila incat se simt bine in interiorul ei, iar adevarul tau odata acceptat o vor distruge si-i vor face sa sufere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu cat stiu mai putine cu atat sunt mai aproape de adevar, cu cat stiu ma multe cu atat sunt mai aproape de minciuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mintim cand spunem adevarul si spunem adevarul cand mintim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si asa Minciuna a devenit partea dulce din amarul nostru adevar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-8996970937463410858?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/8996970937463410858/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=8996970937463410858' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8996970937463410858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8996970937463410858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/10/povestea-minciunii.html' title='Povestea minciunii.'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SxGZK5cwjlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9NSufdsq7L4/s72-c/6a00e55225079e883401053691925c970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-7687331610861971567</id><published>2009-10-13T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:32:04.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/StUL5sQCaiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ce9ZK36wiv0/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 213px; float: left; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392229214604913186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/StUL5sQCaiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ce9ZK36wiv0/s320/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca te uiti la palma mea vei observa ca cele 5 degete ale sale semnifică cele 5 continente, iar spaţiile dintre ele reprezintă cele 4 oceane, strans unite intre ele, ce au fost strabatute in gand, in vis, chiar si cu ochii deschisi. Iar daca strang pumnul, reprezinta intreg globul pamantesc. O lume intreaga in palma mea ce putea fi candva a... O cicatrice in centrul pamantului (ramasa pt toata viata) a fost pt un moment prapastia ce a despartit pamantul in doua lumi. A mea si a ta.&lt;br /&gt;Daca te uiti prin ochii mei, vei vedea dincolo de ce este lasat sa se vada la exterior. Vei ajunge sa vezi pana in adancul sufletului meu si vei realiza ca, ce-a fost o data ca-n povesti, a fost frumos o data, s-a transformat intr-un album de amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;Daca privesti din departare cu dorinta arzatoare, iar pasii te aduc tot mai aproape, priveste numai.&lt;br /&gt;Ce a trezit acum in tine, a fost candva de mult adanc scris in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-7687331610861971567?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/7687331610861971567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=7687331610861971567' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7687331610861971567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7687331610861971567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/10/comeback.html' title='The comeback'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/StUL5sQCaiI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ce9ZK36wiv0/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-7331359850150258450</id><published>2009-07-08T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:18:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/StT8bS47JiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/63V8Pzou-gA/s1600-h/f_friends05m_de36ebf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392212199726589474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/StT8bS47JiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/63V8Pzou-gA/s320/f_friends05m_de36ebf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All around you, friends close to you, talks about how you must be, with who you must be, what to do, how to dress, but... a powerfull temptation is opening your eyes about your feeling, about that is what you wana do, not to pleas others.Will you stand up... For YOU? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-7331359850150258450?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/7331359850150258450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=7331359850150258450' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7331359850150258450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7331359850150258450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-around-you-friends-close-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/StT8bS47JiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/63V8Pzou-gA/s72-c/f_friends05m_de36ebf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-674358028260798811</id><published>2009-02-20T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:40:04.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procesul de maturizare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SZ8dBe11pUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5AH4t0zq0J4/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304990797361685826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SZ8dBe11pUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5AH4t0zq0J4/s320/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ti-a spus nimeni cum va fi ? Cum vei creste, care-ti va fi drumul in viata? Nu te-a pregatit nimeni pt ce urma sa vina si ceea ce va urma? Cate piedici iti vor fi puse in drumul tau prin viata, cati “prieteni” te vor dezamagi, dar totoadata vei invata caracterul omului si-i vei putea deosebi? Nu ti-a spus nimeni ca odata ce te maturizezi inveti sa apreciezi altfel momentele vietii decat pana acum? Nu ti-a spus nimeni ca nu ceilalti trebuie sa te inteleaga ci tu trebuie sa te intelegi? Nu ti-a spun nimeni ca nu esti ceea ce crezi ca esti ,ci ceea ce cred ceilalti despre tine ca esti? Nu ti-a spus nimeni ca cea mai frumoasa iubire se naste din suferinta si datorita ei vei ajunge sa Alegi nu sa culegi ?Nu ti s-a spus ca nu va fi atat de simplu , ca daca o placi si te place nu poti trai fericit pana la adaci batraneti? Nu ti s-a spus ca ochii care nu se vad te vad? Nu ti-a spus nimeni ca va veni ziua in care te vei trezi si-si va lua la revedere, un la revedere trist in care iti spune ca pleaca pt totdeauna? Nu ai aflata ca va veni vremea in care vei ramane intrebator si fara raspunsuri? N-ai aflata ca vei rataci pe un drum prafuit si intunecat , n-ai invatat ca timpul le ascunde pe toate? Nu te-a invatat nimeni ca sa invingi trebuie sa cunosti infrangerea, ca sa iubesti trebuie sa cunosti dezamagirea, ca sa ai prieteni trebuie sa ai dusmani ?Nici acum n-ai invatat ca toate acestea fac parte din procesul de implinire ca om? Nu sunt decat examenele vietii pe care trebuie sa le iei ca sa treci in etapa urmatoare a vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Psssst. Tine minte! Cine nu invata din istorie este condamnat s-o repete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-674358028260798811?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/674358028260798811/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=674358028260798811' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/674358028260798811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/674358028260798811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/02/procesul-de-maturizare.html' title='Procesul de maturizare'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SZ8dBe11pUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5AH4t0zq0J4/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-754444689437277759</id><published>2009-02-20T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T03:55:53.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things about me. True or False!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SZ66deU8YpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/F9Drgc3haPs/s1600-h/true-or-false-signals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304882426608902802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SZ66deU8YpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/F9Drgc3haPs/s320/true-or-false-signals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. In copilarie eram un bataus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Am facut arest la politie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Regret si acum ca i-am luat iubita celui mai bun prieten.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunt timid.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunt perseverent.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nu-mi pot imagina o zi fara coca cola.&lt;br /&gt;7. Intr-o relatie daruiesc totul.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pictura ma scoate din starea de apatie.&lt;br /&gt;9. Am trecut granita fraudulos.&lt;br /&gt;10. Imi place sa dansez.&lt;br /&gt;11. Nu pot sa uit accidentul ce l-am avut cu masina cand am dat peste un biciclist.&lt;br /&gt;12. In fiecare relatie avuta am fost inselat.&lt;br /&gt;13. A 2a experienta pe patine mi-a adus un picior rupt.&lt;br /&gt;14. Filmul preferat este Snatch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-754444689437277759?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/754444689437277759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=754444689437277759' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/754444689437277759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/754444689437277759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-things-about-me-true-or-false.html' title='A few things about me. True or False!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/SZ66deU8YpI/AAAAAAAAAFc/F9Drgc3haPs/s72-c/true-or-false-signals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-1224324527537006506</id><published>2008-11-12T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:22:01.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum stati cu dictia :))))  ?</title><content type='html'>1. Eu pup poala popii, popa pupa poala mea&lt;br /&gt;2. Un sas cu glas de bas cam gras si ras pe nas sta la taifas de-un ceas la parastas despre un extras din pancreas. &lt;br /&gt; 3. Capra calcă piatra. Piatra crapă-n patru. Crăpa-i-ar capul caprei precum a crăpat piatra-n patru.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Capra neagra calca-n clinci. Clinciul crapa-n cinci, crape capul caprei-n cinci, precum a crapat clinciul-n cinci.&lt;br /&gt;5. Duc in bac sac de dac, aud crac, o fi rac? O fi drac? Face pac, aud mac, aud oac, nu e rac, nu-i gandac, nu e cuc, nu-i brotac, il apuc, il hurduc. E tot drac.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cosaşul Saşa când coseşte, cât şase saşi sasul coseşte. Şi-s sus şi-n jos de casa sa, coseşte sasul şi-n şosea. Şi şase case Saşa-şi stie.&lt;br /&gt;  - Ce şansă!… Saşa-şi spuse sieşi&lt;br /&gt; 7. Un cocostârc s-a dus la descocostârcărie, unde se descocostârcăreau şi alţi cocostârci nedescocostârcăriţi, ca să se descocostârcărească de cocostârcăria lui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-1224324527537006506?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/1224324527537006506/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=1224324527537006506' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1224324527537006506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1224324527537006506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/11/cum-stati-cu-dictia.html' title='Cum stati cu dictia :))))  ?'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-8619463191039161955</id><published>2008-03-31T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:14:41.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall we dance?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R_F-ZormrPI/AAAAAAAAACg/4sHb4LsqIEo/s1600-h/tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184063624962288882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R_F-ZormrPI/AAAAAAAAACg/4sHb4LsqIEo/s320/tango.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wH3Gw9H_eY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wH3Gw9H_eY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEwZIufmafo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEwZIufmafo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-8619463191039161955?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/8619463191039161955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=8619463191039161955' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8619463191039161955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8619463191039161955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/03/shall-we-dance.html' title='Shall we dance?!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R_F-ZormrPI/AAAAAAAAACg/4sHb4LsqIEo/s72-c/tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-6436481552370131778</id><published>2008-03-31T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:42:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce lupta!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruncati in focul vietii; trecuti prin chinurile despartirii; loviti din spate cu vorbe urate; purtati in slavi pe bratele iubirii; aratati cu degetul din invidie; etichetati inainte de a va cunoaste; tulburati si dati peste cap de atatea semnale false; ramasi in urma sau fiind cu pre mult in fata; pornind de unde sunteti si pana unde vreti sa ajungeti; pusi la zid si ignorati; batand la fiecare usa pentru a vi se da o sansa; suiti in trenul care trebuie; gasiti calea spre success; urcati, urcati pe aceasta cale si va imbatati, &lt;strong&gt;uitand de unde ati pornit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cu toate astea nu suntem decat niste calatori prin viata, oricat de greu sau bine ne va fi.&lt;br /&gt;Viata-i ca o roata, nu te iarta, chiar de-ar fi patrata tot se mai intoarce o data.&lt;br /&gt;Dintre toate vietile existente in acest univers cu lumi paralele, dintre toate… viata noastra este cea mai frumoasa!&lt;/p&gt;Intr-un final suntem favoriti in cursa vietii!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-6436481552370131778?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/6436481552370131778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=6436481552370131778' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6436481552370131778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6436481552370131778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/03/ce-lupta.html' title='Ce lupta!?'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-4419518737999233406</id><published>2008-03-29T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:39:50.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata noastra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-4lL4rmrOI/AAAAAAAAACY/2Ix74zlbEf0/s1600-h/scena..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183121107274083554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-4lL4rmrOI/AAAAAAAAACY/2Ix74zlbEf0/s320/scena..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O lume nebuna, nebuna, cu masca si fara masca, iubind si suferind.Un teatru in aer liber cu milioane de actori. Actori frumosi ce pun in scena cea mai grozava piesa din lume "Viata vazuta prin ochii tuturor". O piesa ce are la baza minunea nasterii, frumosul copilariei, mandria evolutiei, bucuria succesului si tragedia pierderii. O piesa comico-tragica presarata cu lacrimi de crocodil si hohote de ras. De multi imbratisata, din pacat, de foarte multi respinsa. Cu versuri de poezii si cantece care elogieaza si critica totodata modul de interpretare al actorilor. Adulati sau injurati, imbratisati sau palmuiti, luati acasa sau lasati pe strada, pentru reprezentatia data.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un spectacol non stop, jucat in fiecare zi pana la sfarsitul vietii.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-4419518737999233406?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/4419518737999233406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=4419518737999233406' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/4419518737999233406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/4419518737999233406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/03/viata-noastra.html' title='Viata noastra...'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-4lL4rmrOI/AAAAAAAAACY/2Ix74zlbEf0/s72-c/scena..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-4910650069432132817</id><published>2008-03-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:44:25.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-rHDYrmrNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MA0zkicthm8/s1600-h/my+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182173182222052562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-rHDYrmrNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MA0zkicthm8/s320/my+world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Printi, printese, regi, regine, circari, iluzionisti si bufoni. O lume in care m-am nascut. O lume vesela si trista, o lume ce-ti poate fi la picioare sau care te poate calca in picioare, o lume in care esti etichetat fara a schimba macar o vorba cu tine, o lume plina de iluzii , o lume vesela la suprafata, adanc ranita in interior, o lume in care fiecare are “Brutus-ul” lui, o lume in care balul mascat este la ordinea zilei, o lume plina de piedicii (lectii pregatitoare pt examenul vietii), o lume in care nu sunt nici print, nici rege ( si cu siguranta nu sunt printesa sau regina;) ), poate un pic de iluzionist(mi-am dorit mereu sa pot, ca prin magie, s-o fac sa apara...) si din cand in cand un bufon (numai cand dragostea o cere). Este o lume ca un puzzle cu formele lui ciudate, dar care in final toate se potrivesc. Este o lume vie care te face sa simti ca traiesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be free to feel the life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-4910650069432132817?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/4910650069432132817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=4910650069432132817' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/4910650069432132817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/4910650069432132817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-world.html' title='My world!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-rHDYrmrNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MA0zkicthm8/s72-c/my+world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-7333571152879618939</id><published>2008-03-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:45:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufletele sunt ca oglinzile…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-BYXl55WNI/AAAAAAAAACA/mWpuatim4kQ/s1600-h/spre+cer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179236733811251410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-BYXl55WNI/AAAAAAAAACA/mWpuatim4kQ/s320/spre+cer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;… niciunul nu poate minti, amandoua spun adevarul.&lt;br /&gt;Iar adevarul este acesta…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand 2 suflete pereche se intalnesc si se oglindesc unul in celalalt isi spun asa:&lt;br /&gt;"Aici viata mea capata sens si dragostea pt tine prinde aripi !&lt;br /&gt;Acesta este drumul pe care vreau sa ma astepti sa fim luati in zbor, purtati pe aripile iubiri spre cerul instelat. Acolo sus, iti voi arata cum cometele iti scriu numele, cum stelele se vor aduna in juru-ti fiind martore la juramantul etern al iubirii ce ti-o port.&lt;br /&gt;Sa inchidem ochii, sa ne apropiem buzele si din acest sarut vom face sigiliul pactului etern.&lt;br /&gt;Imbratisare noastra produce o explozie de stele, curcubeul rasare sa ne ofere razele-i ca drum de intoarcere spre casa, norii se ofera sa ne poarte prin cerul instelat, ingerii se aduna sa ne privesca, Heruvimii canta vazand cat de frumosi suntem impreuna, stelele ne vor visa visele si zanele ne vor ursi copii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma uit la tine, te uiti la mine, vorbim fara sa spunem niciun cuvant. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-7333571152879618939?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/7333571152879618939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=7333571152879618939' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7333571152879618939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7333571152879618939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/03/sufletele-sunt-ca-oglinzile.html' title='Sufletele sunt ca oglinzile…'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R-BYXl55WNI/AAAAAAAAACA/mWpuatim4kQ/s72-c/spre+cer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-5378700393292675802</id><published>2008-03-12T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:43:42.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine sunt ...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R9g9Nl55WLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2hmt3S0uvOM/s1600-h/masca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176955075384924338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R9g9Nl55WLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2hmt3S0uvOM/s320/masca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai... sunt un fiu, un frate, sa speram ca si unchi, sunt nepot si verisor. Sunt partener, sunt student, un tanar, sunt copil si un barbat matur. Sunt un confident, sunt speriat, terifiat si incantat. Sunt dragastos si iubesc, sunt increzator si plin de speranta. Sunt bolnav si obosit. Sunt timid, prietenos si grijuliu. Sunt frant si bandajat. Sunt neiertator si neangaduitor cu minciuna si tradarea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt neinteles, prost sfatuit si prost indrumat. Sunt muncitor si perseverent, dar putin speriat in interior. Imi doresc ca stelele sa-mi viseze visele. Ma rog lui D-zeu cu lacrimi in ochi. Zambesc la exterior cand pe interior imi vine sa mor. Ii ascult pe altii care nu ma asculta. Merg ca pe pioneze si trec prin jar la nevoie. Cred in pasiune si in dragostea adevarata. Te iubesc, te ador, te ridic si te cobor.Te apropii si te indepartez. Te vreau atat de mult, dar nu atat de aproape...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt totul si nimic, sunt...totul la un loc!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-5378700393292675802?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/5378700393292675802/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=5378700393292675802' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/5378700393292675802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/5378700393292675802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2008/03/cine-sunt.html' title='Cine sunt ...?!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R9g9Nl55WLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2hmt3S0uvOM/s72-c/masca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-198477450002000812</id><published>2007-12-24T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T07:35:50.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumul fericirii</title><content type='html'>Dupa noua luni de cautari te-ai trezit si-ai deschis usa vietii. Primul lucru pe care l-ai vazut a fost fericirea.&lt;br /&gt;Era ata de pura, avea atata gratie si elegant in miscari, era atat de frumoasa, atat de stralucitoare si atat de aproape incat&lt;br /&gt;ti-ai jurat s-o cuceresti cu orice pret. Stii ca drumul este lung si anevoios. De aceea, ca sa reusesti, ai apelat la cei mai buni prieteni sa te insoteasca in aceasta calatorie: norocul, curajul, rabdarea si sentimentul.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare obstacol depasit stii ca va trebuii sa lasi ca tribut pe unul dintre "prietenii tai cei mai buni".&lt;br /&gt;Primul obstacol de trecut este peste podul visului unde-ti vei lasa curajul.&lt;br /&gt;La capatul podului te vei urca in barca sufletului ce te va duce pe calea gandului(unde-ti vei lasa norocul) . Cale ce duce&lt;br /&gt;chiar la coltul sperantei, ce da in strada soarelui rasare, vis-a-vis de piata florilor, chiar in labirintul inimi... Aici iti vei lasa rabdarea si vei privi spre balconul de deasupra ghicitoarei viitorului...&lt;br /&gt;Astepti sa iasa pe balcon pt a-i inmana sentimentul ce te cuprinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trece o zi. Mai trece una.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut o luna, si a2-a.&lt;br /&gt;Deja un an trecut si nimeni la balcon.&lt;br /&gt;Stii ca apare o data in viata si nu renunti.Cu lacrimi in ochi si privirea ratacita catre abisul cerului, chiar la apus de zi, inainte de inchiderea ultimului magazine al amintirilor, zaresti fericirea la balcon.&lt;br /&gt;E la fel ca-n prima zi... ce ochi, ce buze, ce chip frumos, ce radiere a frumusetii, cata gratie, cata eleganta?!&lt;br /&gt;Simti cum iti cresc aripi, cum te inalti, simti ca nimic nu-ti poate sta in cale, ca orice problema s-ar ivi va fi floare la ureche???…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei da, ESTI FERICIT/A!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-198477450002000812?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/198477450002000812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=198477450002000812' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/198477450002000812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/198477450002000812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/12/drumul-fericirii.html' title='Drumul fericirii'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-7522241958624262303</id><published>2007-12-14T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:33:41.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R2KwXEup_wI/AAAAAAAAABc/OtwQSo2sT6Y/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143867634863439618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R2KwXEup_wI/AAAAAAAAABc/OtwQSo2sT6Y/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-o zi ne-am jucat la carti IUBIREA. Am impartit egal cartile si jocul a inceput. Am aruncat pe masa o CLIPA dar tu mi-ai aruncat o Zi. Am plusat cu o LUNA, mi-ai aruncat un AN si am pierdut. Scot din carti AMINTIREA dar tu pui repede UITAREA si am mai pierdut o carte. Scot cartea IERTARII tu-mi arunci cartea NEPASARII si se mai duce o carte. Pun pe masa cartea SPERANTEI insa imi arunci cartea MORTII. Usor usor raman fara carti. M aghidez dupa suflet si asez pe masa cartea VIITORULUI, degeaba, aruncasei deaja TRECUTUL.&lt;br /&gt;Pun jos INTREBAREA dar tu arunci TACEREA si ai mai castigat o carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai am o ultima carte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... pun asul TE IUBESC dar din priviri tu imi arunci asul TE-AM IUBIT.&lt;br /&gt;Trist, tacut ma ridic si plec pentru ca am pierdut!&lt;br /&gt;:-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-7522241958624262303?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/7522241958624262303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=7522241958624262303' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7522241958624262303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7522241958624262303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/12/broken-heart.html' title='Broken heart'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R2KwXEup_wI/AAAAAAAAABc/OtwQSo2sT6Y/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-1689674322366092879</id><published>2007-12-09T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:49:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingerul meu pazitor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R1u9y6Nge-I/AAAAAAAAABU/6cmVD8_uEDI/s1600-h/Inger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141912081890573282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R1u9y6Nge-I/AAAAAAAAABU/6cmVD8_uEDI/s320/Inger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inger inagerasul meu ce mi te-a dat D-zeu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa incepe cea mai indragita rugaciune. Cand eram mic o spuneam in fiecare seara inainte de culcare. Imi placea atat de mult cum suna, inacat eram mandru ca o stiam pe dinafara. Nu-i stiam toata semnificatia in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. Doar ce-mi spusesera bunicii si parintii.Cum ca D-zeu a trimis pe Pamant cate un inger pt fiecare om, pe care sa-l apere si sa-l protejeze de cele rele, iar prin rugaciune ii vorbesti si-l tii aproape de tine. Daca nu-ti mai spuneai rugaciunea ingerul se indeparta si nu te mai putea proteja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu timpul am crescut si n-am mai spus rugaciunea. De ceva vreme am inceput sa spun rugaciunea din nou. Cu toate ca a trecut ceva vreme de cand n-am mai spus-o, n-am simtit ca ingerul m-a parasit, ci dimpotriva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum odata cu trecerea timpului am inteles adevarata semnificatie a acestei minunate rugaciuni si a principalului personaj din ea caruia ii inchin aceste randuri si-i spun asa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" TE IUBESC FRATELE MEU"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-1689674322366092879?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/1689674322366092879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=1689674322366092879' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1689674322366092879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1689674322366092879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/12/ingerul-meu-pazitor.html' title='Ingerul meu pazitor.'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R1u9y6Nge-I/AAAAAAAAABU/6cmVD8_uEDI/s72-c/Inger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-7110287335361075093</id><published>2007-12-09T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:51:43.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intotdeauna si niciodata!!!</title><content type='html'>Sunt in concediuuuuuuuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc dimineata devreme, imi trezesc iubita cu un sarut si cafeaua facuta, caci trebuie sa plece la munca. Cineva suna la usa. Deschid usa, ce sa vezi, era vecinul de deasupra( ma gandeam, sa vezi cearta cu asta pana in ziua) care venise sa-si ceara scuze (asta nici macar buna ziua nu da, dar sa-si mai ceara scuze) daca ne-a deranjat cu muzica aseara. Nu nu ne-a deranjat, dar am acceptat scuzele pt celelalte dati in care ne-a deranjat. Am ramas placut surprinsi. Cobor sa-mi conduc iubita la metrou pt a pleca la serviciu, imi iau ziarul si ma indrept catre casa. Azi e ziua in care voi cumpara "pe el" stiti voi... INELUL!!! Sunt foarte emotionat. Fratele ma suna si-mi spune ca voi deveni unchi. WOW!!! La intrarea in bloc o vecina isi scosese cainele. Un pechinez care ma "iubeste" ca pe o pisica. De cate ori ma vede ma latra de zici ca rupe lesa, sa ma faca praf si alta nu. Imi spun ca am scapat de vecin si-am dat de piticania asta sa-mi strice ziua. Dau buna ziua, trec, ma uit la caine, el se uita la mine, nu scoate nici macar un mrrrrrrrr... Uimit vreau sa o intreb pe vecina daca i se simte bine "fiara", insa ma razgandesc foarte repede ca nu cumva sa nu se razgandeasca si cainele si sa-mi strice imaginea unicata. Ajung in casa, imi sun parintii ca se le dau vestea cea mare. Imi raspunde bunica ( scumpa mea bunica) si-mi spune ca parintii mei au iesit in oras la un film, la o plimbare. Minunat, imi zic, au inceput dupa o perioada de 10-15 ani sa traiasca iar.&lt;br /&gt;Ma asez si ma intreb...&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate... ma trezesc si raspunsul il dau treaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost frumos! Cel putin pt o clipa a fost asa cum mi-am dorit.&lt;br /&gt;E un semn ca nu trebuie sa-mi abandonez visurile si ca intr-o zi, chiar si numai pt o zi, totul va fi perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Falow your dreams!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-7110287335361075093?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/7110287335361075093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=7110287335361075093' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7110287335361075093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/7110287335361075093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/12/intotdeauna-si-niciodata.html' title='Intotdeauna si niciodata!!!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-3850294299561886380</id><published>2007-09-22T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:53:57.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traim din amintiri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RvTzYEnsFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/xlX5BlX_Qyc/s1600-h/JCA1LMY02CAK7K29LCAZZXUE3CAHROTBBCAHVS58QCAPRXVMECA3NUELQCATM4YTRCAJ84XKWCACK3SS9CAMHPHMBCA4ZK6SQCAARCIAXCAGCATN9CA5F94PXCA68857DCA51HO9NCABYKDMTCAQGVN7Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112979071854974466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RvTzYEnsFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/xlX5BlX_Qyc/s320/JCA1LMY02CAK7K29LCAZZXUE3CAHROTBBCAHVS58QCAPRXVMECA3NUELQCATM4YTRCAJ84XKWCACK3SS9CAMHPHMBCA4ZK6SQCAARCIAXCAGCATN9CA5F94PXCA68857DCA51HO9NCABYKDMTCAQGVN7Y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce lagaturi periculoase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajungem la un moment dat sa nu facem altceva decat sa privim inapoi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E dureros al draqului de rau sa ridicam privirea si sa ne uitam inainte. Acolo in spate e ceva ce ne atrage, ce ne hraneste sufletul. Este ce am pierdut, ce am vrea sa mai avem. Este dorinta de da timpul inapoi si a ne bucura de clipele acelea minunate. De a fi iar langa prietenii din copilarie (acei prieteni care-ti si sunt prieteni adevarati) nu cei peste care dai ( desii sunt si unele exceptii si ma bucur ca le-am intalnit) si-ti sunt doar de conjunctura. De a fi iar langa ea/el, de a spulbera acest prezent dureros (de a nu mai avea vedenii de dragul trecutului la fiecare pas, in fiecare mijloc de tanspor in comun , oriunde te uiti o/il vezi. Stai la o terasa, pe o banca si-ti doresti sa treaca pe acolo si o/il cauti din priviri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suntem atat de pierduti in trecut si asa de rataciti in prezent incat viitorul il lasam pe mai tarziu. Suntem rataciti caci am incercat sa nu ne mai hranim din trecut, si din dorinta de a fi PREZENTI am inceput o cautare fara directie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne-am aruncat cu capul inainte fara sa ne intereseze ca poate, pt o clipa de placere, un moment cald, o regasire a ce ai pierdut candava, caci nu dureaza ma mult de o zi pt ca nu esti dispus decat in clipa aceea, a doua zi ratacesti din nou, ranesti pe cineva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si-am ratacit, si-m cautat peste tot, am ridicat fiecare pietricica si ne-am uitat sub ea, am pus tot felul de intrebari pt a gasi raspunsuri, si...? Nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nimic nu ne iese. Apoi ne intoarcem unde e bine si cald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In trecut, la amintirile ce ne sunt atat de indispensabile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceste legaturi pericoloase sunt ca raul Styx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trebuie sa platesti tribut pt trecerea lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi il platim prin apatie, lipsa increderii in sine, amagire, ect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totusi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Multumesc acestori amintiri chiar daca am platit acest tribut candava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-a hranit sufletul, l-a vindecat, mi-a tinut de cald, m-a facut sa fiu prezent, sa ies totusi din trecut, lasand amintirile sa ramana amintiri, recapatandu-mi increderea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Oricum nu pierzi trecutul. Stii cum se spune :"Trecutul te va ajunge mereu din urma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La amintiri te vei intoarce oricum la prima deceptie.:-P&lt;br /&gt;ASA CA : fi barbat sau barbata :D si nu ramnae blocat/a in amintiri doar pt ca e dureros prezentul.&lt;br /&gt;Iesi si rataceste pana vei gasi drumul si raspunsurile pe care le cauti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-3850294299561886380?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/3850294299561886380/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=3850294299561886380' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3850294299561886380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3850294299561886380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/09/traim-din-amintiri.html' title='Traim din amintiri...'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RvTzYEnsFgI/AAAAAAAAABM/xlX5BlX_Qyc/s72-c/JCA1LMY02CAK7K29LCAZZXUE3CAHROTBBCAHVS58QCAPRXVMECA3NUELQCATM4YTRCAJ84XKWCACK3SS9CAMHPHMBCA4ZK6SQCAARCIAXCAGCATN9CA5F94PXCA68857DCA51HO9NCABYKDMTCAQGVN7Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-8156640667561181664</id><published>2007-09-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:56:33.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RuK9RdXPSnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3OEt2X78q5s/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107853035029088882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RuK9RdXPSnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3OEt2X78q5s/s320/images+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ce tegandesti?&lt;br /&gt;Cu totii (tontii) am pus aceasta ( in lipsa unu subiect de conversatie) intrebare de nenumarate ori. Doar, doar vom avea ce sa vorbim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iata un posibil raspuns ce l-ati putea da cand va mai este adresata aceasta intrebare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Hmmm...; ce-ar fi daca imi vopsesc parul...;oare sa fi avut dreptate cand mi-a zis...; la draqu, am uitat sa-l/o sun pe...; ce frumos si liniste e...; sa-i spun bancul asta?daca i se pare deplasat?...;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de ai mei...; ca tot veni vb ar trebui sa-i mai sun si eu...; abia atsept sa ma vad cu prietenii sa iesim la ...; atat de mult se poate injosi un om?....; daca-mi iese planul pe care l-am facut...; o mi fi aparut vreun film bun la cinema?... am doua restante daca scap ele....; aaaaaaa , mai am si proiectul de practica de predat, la draqu...; ce-ar fi sa-mi fac un tatuaj?...; mi-as face un X :D, =))...; da, trebuie neaparat sa-i dau un buchet de flori, dar trebuie sa fie o surpriza; cum sa fac sa-i strecor biletelul fara sa isi dea seama?; sa-i spun?! sau sa nu-i spun ce mi-a zis...; le-as strica prietenia....; mai bine imi vad de treaba mea...; este mai bine sa-si dea singur/a seama...; bun/a prieten/a, nu ma asteptam...; mii...; iarba...; pisici...; caini...; ce-o fi facut fratele/sora cu...;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa mai continui? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alege unul din cele de mai sus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-8156640667561181664?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/8156640667561181664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=8156640667561181664' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8156640667561181664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8156640667561181664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/09/ganduri.html' title='Ganduri'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RuK9RdXPSnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3OEt2X78q5s/s72-c/images+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-6186726201837458752</id><published>2007-09-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:59:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt multe, dar merita! Fa primul pas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RuF2ddXPSmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RyAgmmU9QAo/s1600-h/CAMBILGH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107493700885236322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RuF2ddXPSmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RyAgmmU9QAo/s320/CAMBILGH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toti ne nastem cu defecte si calitati. Unii incearca pe parcursul vietii sa invete din greseli si sa-si indrepte defectele. Altii se lasa in voia sortii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiti cum se spune nu!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Cine nu invata din istoria este condamnat s-o repete"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru fiecare dintre noi exista cate o poveste, cate un motiv care sa justifice actiunile noastre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intotdeauna cand am gresit am cautat cate un motiv care sa ne dea linistea sufleteasca, ca am gresit datorita acelui lucru, sa ne simtim mai putin vinovati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adevarul e ca suntem egoisti. Ca n-avem curajul sa recunoastem, iar daca o facem invocam acel motiv, apoi  sa mergem sa ne cerem scuze / iertare. E al draqului de comod sa stai sa treaca primele 2-3 zile cat te simti vinovat, ca apoi sa zici ca nimic nu s-a intamplat si s-o iei de la inceput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cel mai invocat motiv este " ca suntem oameni, iar omul e menit sa greseasca".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce prostie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat de mult gesim in aceasta viata?&lt;br /&gt;Foarte mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gresim fata de noi, dar mai ales fata de cei din jur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gresim ca nu spunem ce gandim, ca lasam lucrurile sa se intample de la sine fara a lua atitudine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce gresim atat de mult?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu ne pasa sau ne complacem cu situatia data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne convine sau nu , gresim si ranim cateodata al draqului de rau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce avem nevoie pt a indrepta / a nu mai gresi pe viitor?&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand avem nevoie de intelepciunea de a intelege la randul nostru si a-i ierta pe ceilalti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai avem nevoie sa fim intelesi " in nebunia noastra", "in paranoia noastra" si sa fim iertati ( pt asta trebuie sa mergem si sa ne cerem scuze/iertare).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred ca cel mai mult gresim ca ne dorim atat de mult de la viata personala/profesionala, cand in schimb avem nevoie doar de foarte putin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate ca va e greu sa va schimabati atitudinea si va gandti la urmatoarea fraza ( sau nu) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Suntem in Romania. Nicio fapta buna nu scapa nepedepsita" ca sa nu zic "Facerea de bine e..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu uitati!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dincolo de indolenta exista cate o usa la care, daca veti bate, vi se va raspunde fara a fi mustruluiti, ci doar intelesi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cioc, cioc, cioc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-6186726201837458752?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/6186726201837458752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=6186726201837458752' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6186726201837458752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6186726201837458752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunt-multe-dar-merita-fa-primul-pas.html' title='Sunt multe, dar merita! Fa primul pas!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/RuF2ddXPSmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RyAgmmU9QAo/s72-c/CAMBILGH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-9191675854593210561</id><published>2007-09-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:01:30.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine sunt fetele?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rt3FXISJKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rti_Y7BjiRU/s1600-h/original+peter+pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106454553659255314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rt3FXISJKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rti_Y7BjiRU/s320/original+peter+pan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fetele sunt Tinkerbell sau Wendy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exact asa cum zicea o prietena in status-ul de pe mess: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Il astept pe Peter Pan". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frumos gand si induiosator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine este Peter Pan pt Tinkerbell si Wendy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este cel care:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.atunci cand te ia de mana mergi mandra pe strada;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.atunci cand te uiti la el iti vezi reflectia sufletului in ochii lui;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.poti sa ai o conversatie cu el fara sa scoateti vreun cuvant;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.va face sa radeti si sa uitati de probleme;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.va sustine si va ajuta sa treceti peste cele mai grele incercari ale vietii;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.nu va dezamageste;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. cel care va spune ca va iubeste si va saruta de noapte buna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va doresc sa aveti fiecare parte de un Peter Pan si sa raspundeti cu aceasi moneda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am sentimentul ca toate fetele il vor intalni pe Peter Pan (s-au l-au intalnit deja).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sfatul meu!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiti mai atente sa nu cumva sa treaca pe langa voi si uitati sa-l... "Intrebati cum il cheama"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Stiti cum e in viata. Apreciezi pe cineva doar dupa ce-l pierzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-9191675854593210561?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/9191675854593210561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=9191675854593210561' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/9191675854593210561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/9191675854593210561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/09/ce-inseamna-cel-de-langa-tine.html' title='Cine sunt fetele?'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rt3FXISJKhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rti_Y7BjiRU/s72-c/original+peter+pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-3831477188637623167</id><published>2007-08-28T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:03:41.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gresim, ranim si suferim</title><content type='html'>Cate odata gresim atat de grav si ranim atat de adanc incat orice am face nu reusim sa fim iertati. Iar daca suntem iertati nu vom putea vindeca rana produsa.&lt;br /&gt;Acest aspect neplacut din viata noastra imi aduce aminte despre o lectie de viata predata de catre un tata fiului care mergea din greseala in greseala.&lt;br /&gt;Fiul vazand ca nu mai are niciun prieten si ca e marginalizat de toata lumea se duce la tatal lui si povesteste despre ce se intampla cu viata lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ascultandu-l, tatal il duce la o usa si-i spune sa faca in felul urmator:&lt;br /&gt;- Pentru fiecare fapta rea, fiecare greseala facuta celor din jurul tau, familie, prieteni... sa bati cate un cui in aceasta usa.&lt;br /&gt;Zis si facut.&lt;br /&gt;Astfel baiatul gandindu-se la faptele rele , la greselile pe care le-a facut fata de cei din jurul lui batea cate un cui in usa. Dupa un timp usa era plina de cuie si nu mai era loc de niciunul.&lt;br /&gt;Se duce la tatal lui si-i spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Am terminat. Nu mai e niciun loc unde sa bat vreun cui. Asta inseamna ca mi-am indreptat greselile si acum n-o sa mai fiu marginalizat?&lt;br /&gt;Tatal mirat de cate greseli, fapte rele a putut sa faca fiul sau raspunde:&lt;br /&gt;- Ca sa ajungi acolo mai trebuie sa mai faci ceva.&lt;br /&gt;- Acum pt a indrepta raul facut, trebuie sa faci cate o fapta buna pt fiecare cui batut.&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul se pune pe treaba iar dupa ce termina de scos toate cuiele se indreapta catre tatal sau si-i spune:&lt;br /&gt;- Acum ca am facut si faptele bune in compensatie pt cele rele sunt absolvit?&lt;br /&gt;Uitandu-se, tatal ii spune ca usa e acum pline de gauri si trebuie sa le astupe si pe acestea tot cu fapte bune.&lt;br /&gt;Conformandu-se baiatul astupa gaurile cu faptele bune.&lt;br /&gt;Facand tot ce ii s-a spus asteapta raspunsul tatalui.&lt;br /&gt;La final tatal ii spune:&lt;br /&gt;-Felicitari! Ai reusit sa indrepti greselile si rele pe care le-ai facut.&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai esti marginalizat si ai inceput sa iti recapeti prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dar uita-te la usa si vezi cate cicatrici au lasat faptele tale!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In liniile vietii si in limitele bunului simt iti spun asa:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te culca pe o ureche chiar daca ai fost iertat/a cicatricile nu se vindeca raman pt totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;Ai grija sa nu mai faci altele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-3831477188637623167?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/3831477188637623167/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=3831477188637623167' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3831477188637623167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3831477188637623167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/gresim-ranim-si-suferim.html' title='Gresim, ranim si suferim'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-8306580828726494247</id><published>2007-08-24T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:05:00.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suflet pustiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rs7OG4SJKgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sp7J9ZFT7-A/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102242045440371202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rs7OG4SJKgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sp7J9ZFT7-A/s320/Sunset.jpg" width="307" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La fel ca si apusul se prezinta si un suflet pustiu. Ascuns undeva, trimitand din cand in cand cate o raza de speranta, dar intotdeauna apunand. Incercam din rasputeri sa-l mentinem sus si stralucind. E gol, lipsit de vlaga, lipsit de sentimente, plin de nepasare, cu putine paie ce asteapta sa ia foc, sa se reaprind, sa fie sus si sa se mentina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ca sa exemplific mai bine prin cuvinte ce inseamna un suflet pustiu ar fi cam asa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" wggdfjsiduyrlppd oiuoifgyl;,g.,mnxbg iuydorgt;oiqert loiurte'p9uw456popjfgouy: " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nici voi , nici eu nu intelegem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stim doar ca ne lasam condusi catre aceasta pustietate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toate au rolul lor : sentimente, fapte, situatii traite in trecut ,/ prezent, voite sau nevoite( dar cu acceptul nostru).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ca sa inchei ...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"nuvalasaticoplesitinimicnuvafacemairaudecatfaptulcavainchidetivainchidetivainchideti..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-8306580828726494247?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/8306580828726494247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=8306580828726494247' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8306580828726494247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/8306580828726494247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/suflet-pustiu.html' title='suflet pustiu'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rs7OG4SJKgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Sp7J9ZFT7-A/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-3007923240465261366</id><published>2007-08-09T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T02:44:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foamea</title><content type='html'>Destul de vag.&lt;br /&gt;Am sa ma opresc doar asupra unei parti din foame.&lt;br /&gt;Cum iti dai seama ca unei persoane ii este foame?&lt;br /&gt;Vorbim la figurat.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm? daca stau bine si ma gandesc ar merge mai bine la propriu.&lt;br /&gt;In aceasta categorie fac referire doar la fetele carora le este foame.&lt;br /&gt;Pai unu la mana ar fi ca atunci cand danseaza se freaca pe burta cu mana.&lt;br /&gt;Daca le intreaba cineva de ce danseaza asa, cica e ultima moda in Milano.( sanki)&lt;br /&gt;Urla foamea in "ele" ca lupu la luna.&lt;br /&gt;L-i s-a lipit stomacul de sira spinarii.&lt;br /&gt;Ar mai fi " ele" ca boabele de struguri stranse pe un ciorchine ( care vai mama lui, a strans si el toata luna bani sa poata iesi si sa bea o sticla de visiky in club).&lt;br /&gt;Spre dezamagirea lui, si amuzamentul nostru, visiky-ul se termina repede. Ca pe langa foame mai e si setea ce trebuie potolita.&lt;br /&gt;La fel de repede se termina si "ele".&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaa! sa nu mai spun ca "ele" sunt cele mai glamuros, cele mai sclipicioase, cele mai cele. De te-ntrebi a venit circul?!&lt;br /&gt;Le vezi cum merg ele ca niste preciosa, calcand de sus si oprindu-se dintr-o dat jos, culcata.Auch!&lt;br /&gt;Penibile de amuzante.&lt;br /&gt;Vorbeam cu niste prieteni sa mergem in club, luam o sticla de visiky, (sa vada ca suntem ciumegi) ne bagam in seama cu cateva, apoi lansam zvonul ca mergem sa facem un gratar cum nu s-a mai vazut( mic, pulpe, cartofi prajiti... toate bunatatile)si sa vedem cate mai raman in club.&lt;br /&gt;Daca facem asta in cateva weekend-uri da clubu faliment.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e greu in ziua de azi sa te descurci( ca baiat).Pt "ele" nu vad nicio problema pana pe la 30 anisori.&lt;br /&gt;Hai noroc si la mai mare.&lt;br /&gt;Sa aveti burta plina si gatul sa nu va fie uscat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca dragii mei... ATENTIE vine" foamea".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-3007923240465261366?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/3007923240465261366/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=3007923240465261366' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3007923240465261366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3007923240465261366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/foamea.html' title='Foamea'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-6807564647541295671</id><published>2007-08-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:07:20.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o parte din caracterul omului</title><content type='html'>Exista fel si fel de oameni. Saraci, bogati, homles ect... as putea continua la nesfarsit. Aceasta e o categorie. Mai exista o categorie de oameni care se numeste in termeni cat se poate de populari "Curve"( scuzati limbajul).&lt;br /&gt;Sunt acei oameni peste care am dat cu totii. In grupul nostru de prieteni, in grupul altor prieteni, nedandu-ti seama iti sunt chiar prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;Cum se disting ei ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedem.&lt;br /&gt;Vine cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;1.daca afara bate vantul foarte tare si maine te trezesti ca-ti lipseste un prieten, inseamana ca s-a dat dupa cum bate vantul, nu ca nu ti-ar fi fost un bun prieten.&lt;br /&gt;2.ai avut incredere in el/ea ca prieten/a si te-a tradat?! Gresesti. Nu te-a tradat a vrut doar sa se aigure ca nu o/il vei trada tu prima/ul.&lt;br /&gt;3.ti-a furat iubitul/a? Si cu tine acuma sa te superi pt atata. N-a facut decat sa-ti arate cat de mult tine la tine si capersoana respectiva nu te merita.&lt;br /&gt;4.ai apelat sa fi ajutat/a intr-o problema in care doar un/o prieten/a te putea ajuta si ti-a dat cu tifla invocand cele mai penibile motive? Ba dimpotriva ai ajuns in situatia respectiva tocmai ca il/o considerai prieten/a si i te-ai destainuit? Si cum iti este un asa bun prieten/a a vrut sa te ajute si a spus la toata lumea in speranta ca vei gasi mai repede o solutie. Asa dar era bine intentionat/a.&lt;br /&gt;5.le-a fost cald langa tine, cum nu ai mai dat un semn de viata( pt ca doar tu suni si intrebi de sanatate, daca iesiti, daca...) cum te aud par asa surprinsi de parca nu v-ati mai vazut de secole.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astept de la voi completari.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu fiti rai, sunt prietenii nostrii.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i ajutam sa-si gaseasca alti prieteni.&lt;br /&gt;Poate au treaba si noi ii retinem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Zboara pasare calatoare, zboara si migreaza catre tarile calde caci vin vremuri reci"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va doresc sa nu mai aveti parte de astfel de zburatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi daca mai intalniti faceti ce face si acum bunica mea la pasari.&lt;br /&gt;Le taie aripile sa nu mai sara gardu si sa distruga recolta din curte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Prieten "drac" scuze drag, iti luam noi un bilet dus ( sa nu te mai intorci )!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista decat doua categorii de prieteni:&lt;br /&gt;1. de afaceri&lt;br /&gt;2. de conjunctura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-6807564647541295671?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/6807564647541295671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=6807564647541295671' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6807564647541295671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6807564647541295671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-parte-din-caracterul-omului.html' title='o parte din caracterul omului'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-5089999384447938942</id><published>2007-08-07T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:12:04.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia</title><content type='html'>Un subiect delicat la propriu si la figurat.&lt;br /&gt;E un teritoriu minat. Cu cat esti mai atent cu atat poti curata campul de mine si lasa ( chiar si dupa incheierea relatiei) un camp verde plin de flori.&lt;br /&gt;Cat timp a trecut ( daca ai tinut minte ) de cand nu te-ai mai purtat cu o fata, indiferent daca-ti e iubita sau o simpla cunostinta, asa cum ar trebui sa te porti?&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa poti sa fi capabil de lucruri marunte care sa-i arate ca este femeie si ca este apreciata si respectata.&lt;br /&gt;Sa deschizi usa masinii pt a intra.&lt;br /&gt;Sa te ridici de la masa cand soseste si sa-i tragi scaunul pt a se aseza (aviz glumetilor, sa se aseze nu sa cada).&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i oferi o floare din cand in cand.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i scrii un biletel de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;Aceste lucruri trebuie sa vina din suflet, ca asa simtiti sa faceti, nu sa fie fortate pt ca se vede si nu cade bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in jurul meu cand ies pe starda, la o cafenea, intr-un local si observ ca a disparut respectul sau mai bine zis grija fata de cel de langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;N-am mai vazut la un baiat sa stie sa se poarte cu o fata.&lt;br /&gt;In ziua de azi e si greu sa faci un gest frumos fara sa fie interpretat (aha... inseamna ca vrea ceva).&lt;br /&gt;S-a ajuns sa se creada ca gesturile nu mai sunt gratuite ci au in spate si o dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Aici intervine si naivitatea fetelor care nu stiu sa accepte un compliment sau un gest frumos. Si asta nu din rea vointa, ci pur si simplu pt ca nu s-au mai intalnit cu asa ceva si nu stiu cum sa reactioneze.&lt;br /&gt;Gandim in fel si chip despre femeile care trec prin viata noastra.&lt;br /&gt;Ne schimbam obiceiurile, prietenii, locurile in care iesim pt ele (si ele fac la fel pt noi).&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca unele nu merita, dar asta nu inseaman ca trebuie sa-ti pierzi respectul de sine si sa te comporti ca un Ass.&lt;br /&gt;Ce daca nu merita!?&lt;br /&gt;Pana iti vei da seama ca nu merita ai ajuns deja sa-i arati ce inseamna sa fie o femeie, ce inseamna sa fie respectata, sa vada si sa invete pe viitor ca asa trebuie sa te porti cu o femeie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca va sti sa aprecieze aceste lucruri inseamna ca ai facut-o sa nu uite ca ESTE FEMEIE&lt;br /&gt;si nu o "albinuta".&lt;br /&gt;Mare lucru sa inteleaga acest aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar cea care merita iti v-a intoarce aceiasi dragoste si acelasi respect pe care l-a primit de la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca si noi avem nevoie de acelasi tratament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu faptul ca e cu tine o face fericita ci gesturile si comportamentul tau o fac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artata ca esti un gentelman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-5089999384447938942?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/5089999384447938942/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=5089999384447938942' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/5089999384447938942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/5089999384447938942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/femeia.html' title='Femeia'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-2583030369220076382</id><published>2007-08-04T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:18:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afectiune</title><content type='html'>Ce cuvant frumos. Numai cand il auzi rostit simti cum te inmoi si cazi in transa.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-aduc aminte cata afectiune primeam cand eram mici. Ma lua bunica, ma punea pe picioarele ei si ma legana pana adormeam. De cate ori eram luat in brate sau de mana ma trecea un fior de siguranta si de fericire pura.&lt;br /&gt;Cat de mult avem nevoie, acum ca am crescut, de aceasta afectiune. Multi au si uitat cum e sa fi afectuos. Crescand, lovindu-se de probleme si de responsabilitati au uitat sa mai fie afectuosi cu cei dragi, au uitat sa mai primeasca afectiune.&lt;br /&gt;S-a ajuns sa se creada ca daca cineva face un gest de afectiune sigur ascunde ceva sau vrea sa obtina ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Cata siguranta primim cand suntem luati in brate de persoana draga. Simtim ca nimic nu ne poate face rau. Mai primim astfel de imbratisari?&lt;br /&gt;Cu greu.&lt;br /&gt;De frica sa nu deschidem prea mult sufletul si sa fim raniti,uitam.&lt;br /&gt;Uitam cata siguranta oferim printr-o singura imbratisare plina de afectiune;&lt;br /&gt;Uitam cata liniste ne confera;&lt;br /&gt;Uitam cata putere ne da sa continuam in viata asta plina de griji;&lt;br /&gt;Uitam cat bine ne face;&lt;br /&gt;Uitam ca indepartam si ne indepartam;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem sa avem doar ceva platonic (iach);&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat sa ne intoarcem la ceea ce ne face umani;&lt;br /&gt;Uitam, uitam, uitam... Hmmm!?uitam cam multe.&lt;br /&gt;Ce urat!&lt;br /&gt;Stingem si singurul lucru de care dispunem (avem din plin) fara a fi conditionat, doar pt ca ne este frica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As zice asa despre afectiune:&lt;br /&gt;Este carburantul trasformat in energia ce ne pune zambetul pe buze si a doua zi.&lt;br /&gt;Avem nevoie de el.&lt;br /&gt;Sa-l producem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-2583030369220076382?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/2583030369220076382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=2583030369220076382' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/2583030369220076382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/2583030369220076382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/afectiune.html' title='Afectiune'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-1394696861946237530</id><published>2007-08-04T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:42:31.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consultanta HR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rt3tUYSJKiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zzC6hXSTB5E/s1600-h/Copy+of+2VZgjQ151956-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106498486879726114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rt3tUYSJKiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zzC6hXSTB5E/s320/Copy+of+2VZgjQ151956-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am citit multe profiluri de "consultanta in HR". Toti se intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;Aveti probleme de comunicare?&lt;br /&gt;Aţi moştenit o structură organizatorică supradimensionată ?&lt;br /&gt;Costurile cu personalul sunt nejustificate ?&lt;br /&gt;Procedurile de muncă sunt depăşite ?&lt;br /&gt;Ce-i motivează pe manageri să rămână dedicaţi muncii lor?&lt;br /&gt;Cum pot determina angajaţii cheie să rămână loiali companiei?&lt;br /&gt;Noi stim ca astea se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;De aceea nu avem intrebari ci doar solutii care sa stearga semnele de intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;Insa ceea ce intelegem noi prin consultanta in HR nu inseamna doar recrutare, fise de post, sfaturi in ce priveste protectia muncii si a ne pune intrebari.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi consultanta in HR vine la un nivel personal.&lt;br /&gt;De aceea ne si adresam in acest mod.&lt;br /&gt;DIAGNOZA ORGANIZATIONALA&lt;br /&gt;Vine sa identifice nevoile de dezvoltare organizationala;&lt;br /&gt;implementarea schimbarilor organizationale;&lt;br /&gt;care sunt punctele forte si punctele slabe ale acesteia;&lt;br /&gt;studii asupra gradului de satisfactie si a motivarii angajatilor;&lt;br /&gt;inclusiv planul de masuri si implementarea acestora;&lt;br /&gt;sa dea un randament mai bun si sa nu plece;&lt;br /&gt;stiind pe buna dreptate ca salariile nu pot fi marite la nesfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;E vorba de resursa umana( indiferent ca e top manager sau cel care aduce corespondenta). Toti sunt implicati in bunul mers al companiei. Ea este cea care aduce valoare organizatie.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ea face banii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datorita experientei noastre, de peste 10 ani, in lucrul cu oamenii, si aici ma refer ca toti am inceput de la cel mai mic post oferit intr-o companie si am urcat prin vointa si perseverenta in a fi cei mai buni, trecand astfel prin toate etapele de avansare si lovindu-ne in ascensiunea noastra de probleme, de hibe, de "suruburi si piulite " ce nu erau stranse. Neocupandu-se nimeni sa le stranga si nedandu-le importanta au inceput sa picure si in timp s-au slabit si mai tare si au inundat.&lt;br /&gt;Stim toate aceste aspecte cum sa le indreptam, cum sa le facem sa aduca o valaoare si un randament mai mare companiei, prin planuri de actiune bine elaborate si implementate cu ajutorul Dvs.&lt;br /&gt;Si de aceea am hotarat ca noi:&lt;br /&gt;Dorina Paun - Manager Resurse Umane ( a real one)&lt;br /&gt;Dorin Mocanu - Project Manager&lt;br /&gt;Claudiu Mocanu - Bussines Developer&lt;br /&gt;sa impartasim experienta acumulata si sa preintampinam a se intampla ceea ce la ora actuala este deja o problema destul de mare in piata.&lt;br /&gt;Si anume fluxul foarte mare de plecari dintr-o compania in alta a angajatilor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheia reusite este la Dvs. nu trebuie decat sa aveti curajul sa ne contactati, se ne oferiti datele necesare despre oraganizatie, sa ne lasati sa ne facem treaba si impreuna sa implementam planul de actiune care va aduce schimbarea in binele de care aveti nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Nu uitati ca toti sunt importanti intr-o organizatie.&lt;br /&gt;Totul porneste de jos unde e temelia, dar ca un revers al medaliei " pestele de la cap se impute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru Dvs. am infintat DC SKOPE (-ul nostru este de a face din scopul Dvs o reusita).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dcskope.eu/"&gt;http://www.dcskope.eu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-1394696861946237530?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/1394696861946237530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=1394696861946237530' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1394696861946237530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1394696861946237530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/consultanta-hr.html' title='Consultanta HR'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/Rt3tUYSJKiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zzC6hXSTB5E/s72-c/Copy+of+2VZgjQ151956-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-6104975580746583243</id><published>2007-08-03T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:21:24.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretari</title><content type='html'>Cautam in disperare sa avem dreptate. Cautam atat de adanc in imaginatia noastra incat dam o interpretare vorbelor de raman cruciti cei pe care "zicem noi ca-i ascultam".Ma intreb cum de nu se ia ce spunem ad literam si trebuie sa i se dea o alta conotatie, un alt inteles?&lt;br /&gt;Este precum jocul din copilarie telefonul fara fir.&lt;br /&gt;Ati incercat vreodata sa lansati un mic zvon, despre orice, intr-un grup de colegi, prieteni... doar asa de dragul de a vedea pana unde se ajunge si sub ce forma ajunge sa fie interpretat?&lt;br /&gt;E bestial.&lt;br /&gt;De multe ori, de dragul amuzamentului, am lansat o vorba in vant pt a vedea cat de departe poate merge imaginatia unora.&lt;br /&gt;E amuzant pe seama altora, dar cand vine vb de tine sa-ti fie intelese cuvintele asa cum le-ai prezentat fara a fi interpretate, huuuuuuuff, cate explicatii trebuie sa dai pana sa ajungi sa crezi ca s-a inteles. Macar pleci cu impresia asta, ca te-ai facut inteles, desii stii ca tot la interpretarea initiala va ramane.&lt;br /&gt;Se spune despre romani ca s-au nascut poeti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu spun ca s-au transformat in niste scenaristi (cu o paranoia ce a depasit limitele normalului).&lt;br /&gt;Curand vom ajunge (daca nu ascultam in adevaratul sens al cuvantului si nici nu intrebam sa ne lamurim de la inceput, inainte ca minte noastra sa intre in faza de a face scenarii ce duce spre paranoia) sa tragem concluizii doar din gesturile facute de partenerii de discutie. Stiu ca 90% din ce vrei sa transmiti este reprezentat din limbajul trupului, dar la imaginatia noastra ar veni cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Stai discuti, de fapt te faci ca vorbesti si ca asculti, tu fiind atent la gesturi. Ai vazut ca a cascat, gata sari pe el. Aha! asta inseamana ca te-ai plictisit, adica te plictisesti cu mine... Apoi: si-a trecut mana prin par.... Deci l-ai vazut pe ala si vroiai sa te aranjezi pt el...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offf! cata infantilitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa ma controlez in gesturi pt a nu lasa loc de interpretari si a nu da explicatii ce nu-si au rostul. Naspa.&lt;br /&gt;Macar am scapat sa mai spun ca vorbele si gesturile trebuie luate ca atare fara interpretari, altele decat cele intentionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar daca exista indoieli am un sfat: INTREABA INAINTE DE A TRAGE CONCLUZII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un citat dintr-un autor necunoscut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fii atent la vorbele tale,&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca ele vor deveni fapte.&lt;br /&gt;Fii atent la faptele tale,&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca ele vor fi obiceiuri.&lt;br /&gt;Fii atent la obiceiurile tale,&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca ele vor fi caracterul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Fii atent la caracterul tau,&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca el va fi destinul tau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-6104975580746583243?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/6104975580746583243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=6104975580746583243' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6104975580746583243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/6104975580746583243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/interpretari.html' title='Interpretari'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-3583740931924710954</id><published>2007-08-02T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:23:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asteptari, asteptari, asteptari...</title><content type='html'>Avem un talent al draqu-lui de a lasa la voia intamplarii unele lucruri ce duc la creerea&lt;br /&gt;de asteptari din partea celorlalti. Avem atata nevoie de a ne agata de ceva incat si la cel mai mic semn de apreciere, la un zimbet din partea unei persoane dragi, la aproape orice, incepem si coacem.&lt;br /&gt;Stam si ne gndim, facem scenarii, ne umplem de sperante, exultam ... dar nu ne gandim ca ce ne-a adus in starea asta nu e decat un simplu gest amplificat, scos din context, pus de noi pe un piedestal venerandu-l. Cata nevoie avem sa nu ne fie inselate asteptarile, chiar daca singuri ni le-am facut.&lt;br /&gt;In mare parte avem asteptari din parte celorlati. Suntem dezamagiti cand vedem ca ne sunt inselate.&lt;br /&gt;In schimb avem o mare problema: ca nu comunicam, nu intrebam, nu ne lamurim cu privire la situatie, la discutie. Ne e mai usor sa ne creem asteptari de la altii, daca iese-iese, daca nu, avem deja un motiv in a ne scoate nevinovati de situatia creeata, decat de la noi. Sa ne depasim ca si conditie umana si sa incercam sa lamurim  sa nu lasam la latitudinea fiecaruia&lt;br /&gt;de a interpreta pe spatele nostru in a-si creea asteptari ce le pot fi spulberate datorita unor situatii care nu au fost lamurite de la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Itrebam si cerem lamuriri daca ceea ce credem sau simtim este si in asentimentul celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;Doar asa scapam sa ne mai fie inselate asteptarile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putem oare sa avem decat de la noi asteptari!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-3583740931924710954?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/3583740931924710954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=3583740931924710954' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3583740931924710954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/3583740931924710954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/asteptari-asteptari-asteptari.html' title='Asteptari, asteptari, asteptari...'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-1717254458156359176</id><published>2007-08-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:00:47.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raspuns la comentariul unei D-re care-mi este draga.Multumesc pt comentariul facut, chiar daca-l consideri critic.  Este pertinent.Cand vine vb de latura umana totul este vulnerabil.Cuvintele scrise trebuie luate ca atare.Nu sa dam intelesuri sau sa analizam in detaliu asa cum ai zis.E un subiect ales pt a asa am simtit in momentul respectiv sa scriu, pt ca multi se pot regasi in el. Nu e ceea ce te gandesti ca m-a facut sa scriu.N-are o semnificatie aparte, e doar experienta acumulata, transcrisa in randuri.Sunt pe deplin constient ca de pe urma actiunilor mele pot suferi persoane din jurul meu. De aceea incerc inca de la inceput sa fiu cat mai clar in exprimare si sa explic, sa fiu sincer in ceea ce urmeaza a se intampla.Cu siguranta te numeri printre cei cu un caracter frumos si o val umana indiscutabila.Imi pare bine ca esti printre ei.Iti multumescs de comentariu. Te salut si te sarut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-1717254458156359176?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/1717254458156359176/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=1717254458156359176' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1717254458156359176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1717254458156359176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/raspuns-la-comentariul-unei-d-re-care.html' title=''/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-1416903347805492178</id><published>2007-08-01T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:25:39.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sefisme, sefisme, suferim de sefisme!</title><content type='html'>Cam asa s-ar traduce democratia la noi si lipsa de educatie. Stai te miri, nu-ti vine sa crezi ce se intampla. Sunt lucruri care tin de bunul simt si de intelegere cu cei de langa noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca uitam ca prin puterea exemplului putem influenta intr-un mod benefic comportamentul celor din jur, sau malefic (prin indiferenta, ignoranta, lipsa de respect si &lt;strong&gt;cel mai rau&lt;/strong&gt; sa crezi ca esti mai presus de oricine sau orice) ajungem sa continuam un drum care va duce la indepartarea de cei dragi, de a fi niste singuratici si cel mai rau DE A CREEA CONFLICTE din nimic. Doar din simplul fapt ca nu suntem constienti ca de pe urma faptelor noastre sunt persoane care sufera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pot intelege ca pe niste frustrari de singuratate, de a nu fi raniti, de a nu fi judecati, de lipsa afectiunii, de educatie nu mai vorbesc... dar nu pot intelege de ce nu invata din exemplele ce le sunt date de Viata.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa gasesc mii si mii de motive de a intelege de ce fac oamenii anumite lucruri si de ce se iau decizii penibile. M-as putea numi putin "bolnav"ca stau si ma amuz de prostia si de aroganta unora.&lt;br /&gt;E una din metode prin care pot trece prin viata si printre oameni, fara a pune la suflet toata rautatea ce este emisa de pe undele gesturilor si corzilor vocale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astia suntem cu totii, toatele, tontii, toantele... mergem inainte.&lt;br /&gt;Ce lucru infricosator e omul!? Cu atatea cifre si fraze care sa-l defineasca, noi nu putem sa citim decat cateva si pe acelea probabil inexact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca a ramas de data trecuta sa ne citim si azi va spun asa: Gasiti puterea sa va corectati!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-1416903347805492178?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/1416903347805492178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=1416903347805492178' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1416903347805492178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/1416903347805492178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/sefisme-sefisme-suferim-de-sefisme.html' title='Sefisme, sefisme, suferim de sefisme!'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372777004879484858.post-9016517134004279540</id><published>2007-08-01T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:27:13.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre persoanele care nu au integritate morala, ce nu gandesc ci doar stau si-si aseaza convingerile.</title><content type='html'>O vreme am crezut ca a inceput sa fie eradicata lipsa de moralitate. Ca oamenii au inceput sa se autoeduce, ca au inceput sa capete si sa impuna respect prin prestanta lor. Ca le pasa de cum arata, de ce fac, de cum iteractioneaza cu cei din jur, ca le pasa de impresia pe care o lasa in urma lor. Era doar o falsa impresie. Singurul lucru cert despre ce credeam era ca m-am indepartat de astfel de oameni si m-am apropiat de persoane care cred in valorile morale, care sunt integrii, care au principii si carora le pasa de cei din jur. Nu m-am inselat niciodata cand am simtit in jurul meu astfel de persoane. In schimb am suferit de fiecare data. Privesc astfel de oameni ca pe niste oameni lasi, niste oameni care nu-si pot depasi conditia umana, care nu se autoeduca ci se automultumesc in ignoranta si gandirea limitata ce le este data... si cateodata incurajata de cei din jurul lor. E un cerc viciios. Cu cat te increzi mai mult cu atat esti mai dezamagit si constati ca sunt din ce in ce mai putini oameni de valoare si cu un caracter frumos. Sunt printre putinii care au in jurul lor astfel de oameni de un caracter frumos si o valoare umana indiscutabila. Tin sa le multumesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In incheire zic asa: Sa aiba mai mult aincredere in ei, ca-si pot depasii conditia umana si vor fi apreciati si respectati de cei din jur. Sa nu mai fie vinovati pana la proba contrarie ( asa cum imi place sa zic) ci sa fie Nevinovati pana la proba contrarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urmatoarea discutie incercati sa VA RESPECTATI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372777004879484858-9016517134004279540?l=mcndorin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/feeds/9016517134004279540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372777004879484858&amp;postID=9016517134004279540' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/9016517134004279540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372777004879484858/posts/default/9016517134004279540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mcndorin.blogspot.com/2007/08/despre-persoanele-care-nu-au.html' title='Despre persoanele care nu au integritate morala, ce nu gandesc ci doar stau si-si aseaza convingerile.'/><author><name>McnDxn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01271314559357822137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ptBnqyKsmFg/R7IIETHHsvI/AAAAAAAAABo/sqt9jSH4aoU/S220/alb+si+negru.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
