<?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-3035631499921900240</id><updated>2012-02-05T08:00:11.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Cherry</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-4999001372839792382</id><published>2009-05-09T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:58:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter sweet end</title><content type='html'>Astazi am fost la festivitatea de absolvire a uneia dintre cele mai bune prietene, din categoria `din liceu incoace`. Nu am plans si nici nu am dat-o in sentimentalisme, dar m-am gandit cam cum trebuie sa te simti in momentele cand te uiti la colegii cu care ai impartit zile, nopti, informatii, secrete, mancare, bautura ( asta se imparte cu cea mai mare placere:), cu unii casa, cu altii timpul liber, cu altii chiar si viata, cu care te-ai inteles, cu care poate te-ai certat si cate inca...si sa realizezi ca e ultima zi din viata ta in care ii vezi studenti, in care te vezi student alaturi de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Acum normal, depinde de fiecare cam cat si cum socializeaza la facultate, dar eu cred la intr-o facultate cu atat de multi studenti ( ex. Medicina, pe care o frecventez eu ), nu ai cum sa nu-ti gasesti un grup pe gustul tau sau cel putin o persoana, deci e cam imposibil sa tinzi spre zero in ceea ce priveste relatiile interumane ( si numai daca ne gandim ca aproape toata ziua ti-o petreci cu ei).&lt;br /&gt;In cazul meu, sunt oameni cu care imi petrec cel putin jumatate din timpul fizic care se aduna in cei 6 ani de studiu. Sunt oamenii pe care i-am luat de la zero si care mi-au oferit atatea noi perspective si de la care am invatat vrand-nevrand atatea lucruri...ei sunt oarecum o a doua mea familie, si nu exagerez vorbind de iubire si alte cele, ci de timpul pe care il petrec cu ei si cum invat sa ma adaptez fata de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca as rezista sa-mi vad colegul care in prima zi de facultate mi-a zis "eh, 6 ani cu prostu` de mine...", pe pe colega care era `persoana` mea la inceput, cand nu cunosteam pe mai nimeni, pe colegul trasnit care nu are cum sa nu faca vreo sotie indiferent de situatie, pe colegul caruia m-am confesat si alaturi de care am baut, pe colegul cu care ma sarutam accidental la vreo betie, pe colega cu care m-am plimbat si am impartit si rele si bune sau pe baiatul cu care mi-am impartit viata , visele si planurile de viitor atatia ani...fara sa simt tristete, parere de rau, regret.&lt;br /&gt;Tristete pentru ca atunci realizezi ca cea mai frumoasa perioada din viata ta se incheie, ca relatiile dintre oameni se vor schimba si ca momentele nu se mai intorc, parere de rau ca a tinut atata de putin, regret ca poate puteam sa petrec mai mult timp alaturi de fiecare dintre ei...&lt;br /&gt;E drept ca viata merge inainte, dar eu in sinea mea inca sunt un copil si refuz uneori sa accept ca urmeaza sa pasim in `real life` foarte curand.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar fi dupa mine, as opri uneori timpul in loc, nu pentru a schimba ceva, ci pentru a trage cat mai mult de unele momente din viata mea de student.&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca inca mai am 2 ani pana atunci ( asta e ceea ce ma face sa zambesc din nou! ) am sa incerc sa profit la maxim de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Pe de alta parte, am constatat ca am imbatranit ( ;P ) si ca parca era ieri cand terminam liceul si mergeam pe drumuri separate si ne tineam unii altora pumnii la admiteri in facultati....&lt;br /&gt;Timpul trece, tineretile se cam duc, si ce e mai grav, toate se intampla fara sa iti dai seama, mai ales daca acest timp este `ars la intensitate maxima`....&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi inceta deci sa cred in unul din motto-urile care ma definesc, si anume "Carpe Diem", chiar daca multi mi-au zis de-a lungul timpului ca par neserioasa pentru ca am acest principiu in viata. Am stat de multe ori si am incercat sa imi imaginez viitorul, dar ca sa fiu sincera, chiar daca poate nu mi se intampla lucruri prea spectaculoase, constat ca degaba ma gandesc cum ar fi, pentru ca realitatea nu se potriveste cu ce imi imaginez eu. Am decis prin urmare sa nu mai meditez spre viitor, deoarece e cam nefolositor.&lt;br /&gt;Sa traim clipa, dulce, amara, acra, sarata...cum o fi ea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-4999001372839792382?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4999001372839792382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=4999001372839792382' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4999001372839792382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4999001372839792382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/05/bitter-sweet-end.html' title='Bitter sweet end'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-6847866726419240986</id><published>2009-04-15T12:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:32:44.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iesi!!!!</title><content type='html'>De curand m-am intors din urbea mai sus numita.programul meu a fost cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;ora 6-masina-stop-masina-cantat-ratacit-ajuns-hotel-festivitate deschidere-revedere-mamaliguta-barfe-somn putin&lt;br /&gt;ora7-dus-repetitie-camasa portocalie-prezentare-margele norocoase:)-scantei-salata-bojdeuca-ameteala-sampon-campus-amintiri-regrete-sueta-somn ceva mai abrupt&lt;br /&gt;ora7-dus-conferinta-prezentare-poze-rasete-pizza-tigari-frig-panorama-frig-amintiri-credinta-seara-&lt;br /&gt;bulevarde-cina-dans-tigari-barfe-rasete-somn&lt;br /&gt;ora8 jumate-mic dejun-drum-roman-bacau-cafea f rea-piatra neamt-chei-suveniruri-poze-frig-oboseala-pauza-briosa cu ciocolata-lichid parbriz-aer rece-dureri de cap-cantat-intuneric-acasa.&lt;br /&gt;What a lovely weekend:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-6847866726419240986?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6847866726419240986/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=6847866726419240986' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6847866726419240986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6847866726419240986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/04/iesi.html' title='Iesi!!!!'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-4992787265789076524</id><published>2009-02-27T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:22:39.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic hands part1</title><content type='html'>Nu pot sa spun ca nu am admirat chirurgia. Din contra, mi se parea fascinanta...imi imaginam ce frumos ar fi sa pot fi eu asa ceva odata si-odata. Barbatii chirurgi mi s-au parut intotdeauna atragatori...chiar daca multi dintre ei sunt mitocani si vorbesc precum la usa cortului:)&lt;br /&gt;De curand, de cand am avut ocazia sa intru in sala, am constatat ca munca pe care ei o depun nu e usoara, dar nici imposibila...adica daca te stradui, si tu poti, ceva de genul.&lt;br /&gt;Acum, in acest weekend si cel viitor, mi se da sansa sa ma apropiu mai mult de meseria asta, sa-i vad secretele dinauntru, nu doar de afara, cum s-ar zice, pentru ca particip la un workshop pe tema bazelor in chirurgie. Asta ar cam aduna tehnici de pregatire, suturile ( cusaturile ), mai ales cateva categorii speciale si unele notiuni ceva mai complexe, gen tehnici de laparoscopie ( una dintre cele mai moderne si facile tehnici chirurgicale ) si toate astea, datorita societatii studentesti de chirurgie din Romania. Scopul nu este sa laud aceasta organizatie, care isi are minusurile si plusurile, ci sa subliniez experienta mea.&lt;br /&gt;In prima zi, am avut sarcina de a invata sa facem noduri. Pare facil sa faci un nod, nu? Si totusi, exista cel putin 5 feluri, nu seamana niciunul cu banalul nod pe care il folosim in viata curenta ( unele deriva din stilul marinaresc totusi ) si fiecare nod ne-a fost prezentat de catre unul din instructori, acesta fiind filmat in timp ce realiza `manevra`, imaginea fiind transmisa pe un monitor mare pentru ca toti sa putem vedea cat mai bine tehnica, iar apoi un alt instructor care se ocupa de 2 oameni, ne arata practic si ne supraveghea pentru a realiza cat mai corect nodul.&lt;br /&gt;Nodul chirurgical nu trebuie sa fie prea moale, dar in acelasi timp nu trebuie sa strangi de ata cu disperare pentru ca se va rupe:)&lt;br /&gt;Nodul chirurgical trebuie condus pas cu pas, pentru a te asigura ca l-ai fixat bine si ca nu ti-a iesit un nod bleg.&lt;br /&gt;Nodul chirurgical trebuie sa respecte o anumita ordine de desfasurare: incepi cu o anumita mana, ai o anumita traiectorie a degetelor ( dupa tipul de nod ) iar la final termini cu o anumita mana, pentru ca nodul tau sa arate intr-un mod prestabilit. Directia in care tragi, modul in care conduci cele doua capete ale firului, tipul de nod cu care incepi si cu care continui ( da, trebuie realizate in medie 3 innodari pentru a avea un nod propriu zis ), toate sunt extrem de importante.&lt;br /&gt;Am mai avut ocazia sa invat noduri, dar nu cu atata migala, nu cu atatea explicatii si demonstratii, si tocmai de aceea abia acuma i-am inteles importanta.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu putem lega un fir de sutura cum legam celofanul de borcanul cu zarzavat sau zacusca la inceput de toamna:)&lt;br /&gt;Putina lume vede aceste detalii, care precis suna complicat, si nu ti le insusesti de pe azi pe maine, ci dupa ani si ani de exercitiu, pentru ca unui profesionist nu trebuie sa-i scape nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Cine spune ca medicina e usoara, nu prea stie ce vorbeste...dupa celebrul proverb `multi vad, putini cunosc`...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-4992787265789076524?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4992787265789076524/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=4992787265789076524' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4992787265789076524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4992787265789076524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/magic-hands-part1.html' title='Magic hands part1'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-7462971670575380139</id><published>2009-02-27T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:09:09.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie night</title><content type='html'>Lately, am devenit pasionata rau de filme...toata ziua m-as inchide in casa cu laptopul in brate si m-as uita la filme...dar nu se poate, mai am si scoala, prieteni, alte obligatii:)&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand prind un moment, mai strecor un film in program...upload-ul deja merge brici si planuiesc sa-mi achizitionez un hard extern pentru a stoca mica mea arhiva in continua formare ( aka crestere).&lt;br /&gt;Mentionez cateva din filmele vazute.&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire e pe primul loc pentru mine, mi se pare extrem de captivant filmul...indiferent ce zic gurile rele, comentarii gen Bollywood over Hollywood...so what?&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case... nu a fost rau, dar nu stiu daca as avea rabdare sa il mai vad odata.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky Christina Barcelona...usurel, de vara, poveste romantica, noroc cu interpretarea buna a Penelopei si imaginile din oras.&lt;br /&gt;Love Actually...nu stiam ca poti rade atat de bine la un film despre love...&lt;br /&gt;The Dreamers...mie personal mi s-a parut o falfaiala de organe genitale...cui i se pare ca are substrat...multa sanatate:)&lt;br /&gt;Hostel 1-sadic rau, si cand te gandesti ca poate chiar exista asa ceva...&lt;br /&gt;The Descent...ma face sa imi pierd orice urma de pasiune pentru speologie...&lt;br /&gt;Doubt-care ma face sa remarc cata valoare are Meryl Streep si chiar si Phillip Seymour-Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Persepolis-filmul cu care am cunoscut o parte de istorie iraniana si am constatat ca franceza mea nu este atat de rea pe cat o credeam&lt;br /&gt;The Visitor-mi s-a parut sec si very boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentionez pe viitor sa urmaresc : The Reader, Revolutionary Road, Basic Instinct 1, Natural Born Killers, 21Grams, Frost/Nixon, 27 Dresses, Dogville, Philosphy of a Knife, Hable con Ella, The Shining, Friday the 13th, Delicatessen...i think that`s enough:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-7462971670575380139?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/7462971670575380139/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=7462971670575380139' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/7462971670575380139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/7462971670575380139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/movie-night.html' title='Movie night'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-5247462636657266424</id><published>2009-02-08T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:50:48.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The proof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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Cu Persepolis nu am gasit prea multe imagini noaptea, pentru ca eu vreau sa-mi imaginez Iranul noaptea.  Arata cam ca si alte orase din Orient, si seamana chiar cu ce vezi pe la noi...blocuri, lumini, drumuri batute zilnic de milioane de masini, trafic, dar totusi ceva e diferit, sunt convinsa ca orasele din Orient au o aroma anume, de iasomie dar in acelasi timp de migdale si fistic prajit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-5247462636657266424?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5247462636657266424/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=5247462636657266424' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5247462636657266424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5247462636657266424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-daca-tot-nu-stiam-mare-lucru-am.html' title='The proof'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SY9Epd0GmCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gFGgEEiuLwg/s72-c/night_top1_si-o-se_pol_isfahan_iran_ali_torkzadeh.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-6089369696173710690</id><published>2009-02-08T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:29:30.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iranian night</title><content type='html'>Acest post are in centru o tara, un regat, si anume Iran. Stateam azi si ma gandeam...cate stim noi, cei care ne vedem zilnic de ale noastre, de mersul la scoala/serviciu, despre Iran? Mda, eu trebuie sa recunosc... nu prea multe. Stiu ca este in Asia , stiu ca este regat, stiu ca islamismul este uneori dus la extrem, stiu ca americanii nu prea agreeaza acest teritoriu, si aproximativ ce vecini are.&lt;br /&gt;Dar astazi am dat intamplator peste 3 lucruri care au legatura...&lt;br /&gt;-volumul `Septembrie in Shiraz`, o carte despre care nu stiu mai nimic, pentru ca am primit-o :P&lt;br /&gt;-filmul `Persepolis` pe care acum l-am scos de pe retea si este viziunea lumii si a schimbarii din punctul de vedere al unei iranience&lt;br /&gt;-piesa `Medusa`s Path` de la The Prodigy, o piesa care unora li se poate parea poate putin pretentioasa, dar care contine, pe langa binecunoscutul stil `prodigios` si fragmente de muzica iraniana, si suna extrem de bine la mine in ureche...&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerc sa va explic de ce aceste trei opere de arta corelate m-au facut sa imi imaginez nopti de cobalt, fragmentate de siluete efemere invesmantate in negru, nopti calde, uscate, pline de praf si acorduri asiatice din departare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-6089369696173710690?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6089369696173710690/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=6089369696173710690' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6089369696173710690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6089369696173710690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/02/iranian-night.html' title='Iranian night'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-5823949936079778056</id><published>2009-01-08T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:17:00.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, no!</title><content type='html'>Things do change, chestia asta cred ca ne este evidenta zi de zi, ora de ora, minut de minut...&lt;br /&gt;E atat de placut sa te urci in masina si sa mergi si sa tot mergi, numai tu cu gandurile tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat de bine ma simt cand ies pe strada cu palton si fular in jurul gatului, cu manusi asortate sau nu si o geanta atarnata in stil `postas` cu vantul zburlindu-mi parul obrajii inrositi de frig, si cat de placuta este caldura care parca mi se scurge prin oase asemeni unor vase comunicante cand intru undeva, intr-o ceainarie sau cafenea, pentru a intalni o veche prietena dupa mult timp...cat de draga imi este fiecare tigara si fiecare poveste impartasita...&lt;br /&gt;Are si iarna partile ei bune, acuma e momentul sa etalam fulare, manusi, paltonase, pulovere in diverse stiluri, cizme si ghete...dar parca de la un moment toate hainele te trag inapoi, sunt grele, parca ai vrea sa le lasi acasa si sa iesi in tricou....ai vrea sa fie vara...&lt;br /&gt;Dar iarna asta aduce pentru mine o schimbare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In curand vei pleca, ochii tai verzi imi vor fi straini, n-am sa-ti mai privesc degetele impreunate ore in sir, n-am sa mai rad la vorbele tale, n-am sa ma mai ciocnesc accidental de tine, n-am sa-ti mai scriu cat de dor mi-e de tine si apoi tu sa ma intalnesti rosind...cel putin nu prea curand...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai spus ca dupa ce vei pleca va fi bine si liniste...dar nu stii ce furtuna va trezi plecarea ta in sufletul meu...pentru ca-mi vei lipsi enorm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-5823949936079778056?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5823949936079778056/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=5823949936079778056' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5823949936079778056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5823949936079778056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-no.html' title='Oh, no!'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-1005700537734724545</id><published>2008-12-29T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:43:51.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For my own new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi1-eRuzqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uqf7dnu4UO0/s1600-h/1371554132_7886b057b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi1-eRuzqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uqf7dnu4UO0/s200/1371554132_7886b057b7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285174247603228322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunt cateva chestii de care deja mi-e dor...mi-e dor de primavara, cand totul devine verde si revine la viata, de soarele cald, de balerinii usori in culori vesele, de terasele deschise, de lumea multa si colorata care strabate orasul, de sentimentul apropierii vacantei, de bucuria trecerii de la pullover la tricou:), de iesitul la padure, de badmingtonul jucat in strada, de drumuri neacoperite de gheata, de flori multe, de papadii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi22D2DseI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DmBG-go0nNk/s1600-h/Greece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi22D2DseI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DmBG-go0nNk/s200/Greece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285175202580509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In acelasi timp, mi-e dor de tara mea de suflet, mi-e dor de vara, da apa clara si albastra si de nisipul fierbinte, care iti arde picioarele la orele amiezii, mi-e dor de lenea generala din timpul pranzului, mi-e dor de telemeaua si de iaurturile lor, mi-e dor de inghetatele imense, de tigarile mentolate de la ei, de strazile joase si magazinele pline, de placintele lor exceptionale, de drumurile care toate duc la mare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi3Nw7PbUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lze9ByPgGaM/s1600-h/Holiday+Lollipop+web+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi3Nw7PbUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lze9ByPgGaM/s200/Holiday+Lollipop+web+large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285175609818836290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu spun ca nu imi place iarna, iubesc zapada, frigul acela placut care te moleseste si te face sa-ti doresti sa fii in ceainarii sau cafenele calde, cu ceva delicios in cana sau sa te cuibaresti sub o patura calda, sau, de ce nu?, in bratele cuiva drag ; iubesc de asemenea sporturile de iarna, patinajul, ski-ul, snowboarding-ul; iubesc zilele de sarbatoare...dar parca o astept pe cea viitoare, de asta de anul asta deja m-am plictisit:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noul an imi doresc multe multe chestii, cele mai multe de ordin personal...imi doresc sa pot avea mai bine grija de masinuta mea, de mine, si nu in ultimul rand de cei dragi, dar imi doresc de asemenea sa-mi inmultesc colectia de veste si de cercei si bratari de argint:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca noul an promite? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-1005700537734724545?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1005700537734724545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=1005700537734724545' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/1005700537734724545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/1005700537734724545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-my-own-new-year.html' title='For my own new year!'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVi1-eRuzqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uqf7dnu4UO0/s72-c/1371554132_7886b057b7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-3217713969976511921</id><published>2008-12-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:16:29.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time now</title><content type='html'>La o tigara stau si eu azi, in aceasta zi minunata de Craciun, pe care eu n-am reusit s-o savurez din cauze diverse si gandesc...si ajung la o concluzie..nu eu sunt de vina, chiar deloc!&lt;br /&gt;De vina esti tu, cel care n-ai stiut sa apreciezi ca am venit la tine sa-mi deschid sufletul in fata ta, ca n-ai stiut sa vezi in mine, ca n-ai relizat ce-ti puteam oferi..ca m-ai ratat, da corect zis, m-ai ratat. Nu eu ies in pierdere, ca tu, cel care n-ai stiut sa iei situatia si sa deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca eu, la ora asta, beau pentru sfarsitul perioadei in care m-am gandit la tine, beau pentru ca incep sa te uit. Siu singurul care are ceva de pierdut esti tu! hah, c-am zis-o. Viata merge mai departe, ma sterg de praf si merg mai departe. Si nu te astepta de la mine sa fiu nasoala cum ai fost tu,  eu voi fi o lady, si-ti voi demonstra ca ai fost un prost!&lt;br /&gt;Sa bem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-3217713969976511921?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3217713969976511921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=3217713969976511921' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/3217713969976511921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/3217713969976511921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-time-now.html' title='it&apos;s time now'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-878720880125025827</id><published>2008-12-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:00:55.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk</title><content type='html'>Astazi, prin bunavointa unei prietene vechi si bune, am iesit la un vin, in care fiecare si-a povestit ultimele patanii, mai ales legat de masini si barbati ( ca sa vedeti ce dileme au femeile moderne ) si am povestit vreo 5 ore, dupa care am ajuns la concluzia ca ar trebui sa ne intalnim mai des ( sunt de acord ) si in care eu am realizat ca eu sufar, clar, curat si deschis ca o plaga, neinfectata, dar dureroasa, al dracu de dureroasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sufar dupa ochii verzi, sufar dupa zambet, sufar dupa mica cicatrice pe care nu stiu cine a observat-o inafara de mine... imi aduc aminte de glumele care ma fac sa rad pana ma doare burta, imi aduc aminte de funduletul palpabil, de mana stanga care scrie linistita, de statura impunatoare, de toata persoana..si sufar, pentru ca imi doresc sa te am langa mine, si nu se poate. Sufar pentru ca te plac atata de mult si nu ma observi. Totul este in tacere, nu primesc niciun raspuns de la tine si mor de dorul tau in noptile pustii de decembrie. Oare am sa am vreodata sansa sa te cunosc cu adevarat?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-878720880125025827?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/878720880125025827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=878720880125025827' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/878720880125025827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/878720880125025827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/drunk.html' title='Drunk'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-1828104045501343790</id><published>2008-12-16T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:48:54.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiar in momentul asta?</title><content type='html'>....as manca o feie de tarta cu ciocolata de la olympos&lt;br /&gt;....as savura un pahar de vin rosu la un film bun&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa fiu pe o plaja insorita, cu un abdomen perfect si fara nicio grija:)&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa conduc un audi s3 sau s4..indiferent, bestie sa fie:)&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa intru in magazinele mele preferate si sa pot sa-mi aleg ce vreau fara sa le platesc si fara sa stie nimeni:P nu sunt decat vreo 3-4, dar as pierde ceva vreme&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa am curajul sa ies din casa cu ochelarii pe nas...sunt faini, si merita, dar complexul de a fi ochelarista ma cam urmareste din copilarie incoace...noroc ca intre timp, viciul s-a mai diminuat&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa ascult un cd bun, cu o muzica noua, surprinzatoare, singura, pe intuneric&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa stau cu fetele mele la o tigara si o barfa usoara...tot ce barfim noi e usurel....&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa colind o insula zgomotoasa ( ibiza, mykonos, rhodos ) alaturi de un baiat inalt...&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa am ocazia sa stau de povesti pana dimineata...tot cu un baiat inalt&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea ca ziua asta sa aiba mai multe ore, pentru ca maine dimineata sa-mi fie mai usor sa ma trezesc&lt;br /&gt;....as vrea sa plec, dar ceva nu ma lasa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-1828104045501343790?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/1828104045501343790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=1828104045501343790' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/1828104045501343790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/1828104045501343790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/chiar-in-momentul-asta.html' title='Chiar in momentul asta?'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-3444447625027859368</id><published>2008-12-16T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:31:20.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi</title><content type='html'>Pentru mine astazi a fost o zi ciudata. Se intampla chestii inauntrul meu, si fizic , si `moral`, sa zicem asa. Cele de ordin fizic nu are rost sa le expun, ele se expun la doctor, unde oricum nu am de gand sa ma prezint prea curand ( nu sunt anti-medicina, eu studiez medicina, pur si simplu nu am chef de interdictii si sentimente de vinovatie aferente in aceasta perioada - vodka mea absolut in straie de sarbatoare asteapta deja ) deci am sa le atac mai mult pe celelalte.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimente care vin si pleaca, dar nu ma parasesc de tot, care nu ma lasa uneori sa dorm bine, sau nu ma lasa chiar sa adorm...sunt sentimente de dorinta de apropiere, urmate de speranta, care mai apoi se transforma intr-o mare siguranta a unei negari, trec apoi la regret si se reiau.... si asa cum se reiau, nu-mi dau mie pace!&lt;br /&gt;Astazi un gest cu scopul apropierii mi-a fost refuzat...refuzul acesta l-am cunoscut deja, si se manifesta la orice chestiune oferita....sa zicem din bun simt...&lt;br /&gt;Si cum acest gest de apropiere includea iubita mea masina, m-am urcat in ea si m-am dus cat am vazut cu ochii....si anume pana in urbea vecina, nu am ajuns prea departe, pentru ca in 2 ore trebuia sa mai indeplinesc un task.&lt;br /&gt;Si pe acest drum, unde am fost doar eu cu mine, am derulat aceste sentimente...le-am ingropat in viteza ( nu sunt o ilegalista nenorocita, imi place doar sa merg repede unde se poate si cu cat se poate ) ca mai apoi sa le regasesc pe piesa lui Roisin Murphy - You know me better ( precis you don`t know me better than i know myself, dar who cares, tot la tine ma duce cu gandul )...si apoi m-am intors acasa, unde am avut surpriza sa constat ca motorina s-a ieftinit...nu mai alimentasem de ceva vreme simtitor, ca sa sesizez rentabilitatea , deci poate e buna si criza asta la ceva...&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi ochii aceia verzi inca imi apar de fiecare data cand ii inchid pe ai mei ( caprui de altfel, poate acesta este subintelesul atractiei mele pentru celelalte tipuri de ochi )...n-am sa ma lecuiesc deci prea usor, nici pe de-o parte, nici pe de alta...&lt;div 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title='Azi'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-3347956213036747326</id><published>2008-12-14T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:28:02.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce sa fac daca...?</title><content type='html'>Sunt cateva chestiuni care mi se intampla frecvent si nu stiu cum sa fac sa scap de ele...si de aceea cam raman cu intrebarea in aer...&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca nu ma pricep de nicio culoare la parcat masina si vesnic o rad de cate un stalpisor sau bordura si o fac sa sufere ( pentru ca eu tare o iubesc pe ea, masinutza mea )&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca iubesc ciocolata si prajiturile grecesti? le ador, fara discutie, si nu ma pot abtine, chiar daca ele dauneaza grav grav de tot&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca imi place sa cumpar ( diverse, de la haine la tot felul de nimicuri, ca sa ajung sa ma folosesc poate de vreo 30 % din ele in final )&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca iubesc bucataria italiana ( a se traduce pizza si paste ) si nu ma pot ( again ) abtine?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca imi plac ochii albastri/verzi si vesnic apare cate un posesor de care ma indragostesc iremediabil?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca imi place un baiat si apoi descopar la el tot ce mi-as dori eu sa primesc de la o persoana de sex opus?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca imi place sa vorbesc...vrute si nevrute?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca nu-mi place parul meu ondulat si-l vreau drept, chinuindu-l saptamanal cu placa?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca uneori mi-e atata de lene si pur si simplu nu vreau sa ma ridic din pat?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca imi place sa vorbesc cu orele la telefon si apoi ma ingrop in facturi?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca imi place oja de culoare inchisa desi lumea zice ca e `emo`?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca uneori am impresia ca m-am saturat de unii altii dar nu pot sa ma exprim?&lt;br /&gt;-ce sa fac daca sunt zile in care imi doresc sa emigrez si sa merg in orasul visurilor mele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or mai fi si alte intrebari la care eu nu am gasit raspuns...astea imi vin acum in minte...cred ca viata ar fi cam boring fara toate aceste ganduri!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-3347956213036747326?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3347956213036747326/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=3347956213036747326' 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type='text'>Piercing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/STw27zU4T4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jzLtokBegJc/s1600-h/DSC01609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/STw27zU4T4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jzLtokBegJc/s200/DSC01609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277153264389345154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is another change...&lt;br /&gt;De mult visam la un piercing in tragus, acea mica `bucatica` de la intrarea in ureche, ca sa ma exprim ne-anatomic:P&lt;br /&gt;Si iata ca in 28 nov am reusit sa-mi inving toate temerile- celelalte gaurele fusesera adaugate cu muuulti ani in urma, vreo 7 la numar, si amintirea durerii nu mai era chiar reala, era mult diminuata...&lt;br /&gt;Am constatat insa ca nu am durut mai deloc si ca e foarte simplu de ingrijit!&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta mica `minune` s-a produs datorita lui, care mi l-a facut cadou...si orice s-ar intampla, like this, i will carry something from you with me for the rest of my life...thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-8896885790992351827?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8896885790992351827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=8896885790992351827' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/8896885790992351827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/8896885790992351827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/piercing.html' title='Piercing'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/STw27zU4T4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jzLtokBegJc/s72-c/DSC01609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-4859757893645455710</id><published>2008-12-07T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:48:56.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i met you two</title><content type='html'>Cui nu-i este cunoscuta abominabila situatie in care iti plac ( sau cel putin ai impresia ) 2 persoane in acelasi timp?&lt;br /&gt;  Toata adolescenta am pendulat intre un prieten fidel, de treaba, iubitor, la care tineam enorm de mult si cu care aveam deja o chestiune complexa construita in doi care se numea frumos si literar `relatie` si `ispita`, un el care imi ajungea la indemana cine stie cum, adesea intamplator, si ma vrajea, ma intorcea  pe dos si inapoi si nu stam  incotro s-o apuc de tare ce mi s-au aprins calcaiele. Si incercam din rasputeri, duceam adevarate lupte interioare cu mine insumi ca sa ma abtin si sa-mi vad de ale mele...dar ce credeti ca Belzebut isi scotea codita din treburile mele....niciodata!&lt;br /&gt;  Anii au mai trecut, zice-se ca m-am maturizat si am ajuns si eu la facultate. Anul 1- dezmat, fiecare purcedea spre chefurile tumultuoase cu statutul de `single` in minte si pe fata si isi arata latura salbatica/cuceritoare la orice persoana de sex opus cu potential de `pereche`... dar au trecut si vremurile astea, parca anul doi a produs marea maturizare in masa, ca s-o numesc asa, fiecare si-a gasit perechea pe bune si la modul cat se poate de serios. Toate prietenele mele implicate intr-o relatie, toate fostele colege la fel, toti baietii cuminti ascunsi dupa pletele vreunei colege dragute .... si cum treaba s-a produs asa pe linie, am intalnit si eu perechea ideala, sau cel putin asa vedeam eu lucrurile la vremea aceea!&lt;br /&gt;  Cu alte cuvinte, am intalnit cel mai frumos baiat care-mi iesise in cale pana atunci, cu educatie, bun simt, purtare extraordinara in situatii serioase dar sufletul umoristic al oricarei adunari prietenesti, si culmea, desi rar apare aceasta reciprocitate, m-a placut si el pe mine, si asa, am devenit si eu parte dintr-un cuplu, solid, care probabil in ochii celorlalti promitea mult... `e mare dragostea, asa-i?` auzeam extrem de des...si ca o copila naiva am crezut ca el va fi finalitatea tuturor drumurilor mele, am trait langa el momentele cele mai fericite, cele mai pline de sens, am primit de la el cele mai frumoase amintiri pe care le voi pastra pe viata cu mine si a fost umarul meu cand am plans...&lt;br /&gt;  Dar vremea trece si in general vremea schimba mult lucrurile...intre timp lucrurile intre noi s-au mai racit, asa e si normal, si viata noastra impreuna era ok, calduta, dar ii lipsea flacara aceea de inceput...si asa s-a scurs timpul pana am ajuns la pragul de 2 ani...cea mai lunga relatie a  mea de vreodata. Si in ziua aceea am stat si am privit in urma, cat de schimbata sunt fata de un an in urma, cat de mult s-a modificat relatia noastra si am constatat ca am alte sentimente, poate nu la fel de calde fata de acest subiect, dar m-am impins mai departe mi-am zis :hai, mergi, e drumul tau si stii ca asta vrei sa-l urmezi....&lt;br /&gt;  Banuielile incoltisera deja in mintea mea...banuielile cum ca poate totusi nu asta este `marele final`, ca am totusi 21 de ani si viata se intinde atat de departe in fata mea, si eu sunt o copila nebuna si inca port in mine un suflet de adolescent...dar am incercat sa le alung mereu, zicandu-mi ca nu exista viata fara el, ca n-am sa fiu in stare de nimic fara el- totusi il iubeam...dar pe de alta parte , nu mai fusesem singura de 2 ani, nu mai stiam ce inseamna sa mergi la un chef si sa accepti o propunere de sarut cu un baiat abia intalnit, ce inseamna sa mergi in excursii cu oameni fara pereche stabila...ma dezobisnuisem de viata pe care o dusesem multa vreme inainte...contradictii si contradictii...&lt;br /&gt;  Mi-am intrebat prietene asemanatoare mie ( alte adolescente ale zodiacului ) cum au reusit sa ramana langa aceeasi persoana 3-4-5 ani de zile si mi-au spus ca isi impun sa le placa de `el` la fel de mult ca in prima zi si reusesc....trebuie sa recunosc ca acest raspuns m-a facut sa ma cobor undeva jos in intunericul din mine si sa recunosc ca eu nu pot...mie nu-mi iese, nu ma pot convinge ca-mi mai place la fel de mult, parca sunt goala, sentimentele mi-au scapat, nici nu mai stiu pe unde le-am pierdut, si asta de la o saptamana la alta...de la ziua in care muream daca nu-i sarutam nasul special la ziua in care am simtit ca nu-mi doresc sa-l vad...&lt;br /&gt;  Si apoi s-a produs marea `nenorocire`...a aparut celelalt `el`...de fapt aparut a fost mult spus, deoarece el exista undeva in aria mea dar nu-l remarcasem ca pana acum...nu pot nici eu sa inteleg ce m-a facut sa il observ, de ce am ajuns sa-l vad cu alti ochi...firea lui, ochii lui, alura lui, stilul lui, simtul umorului, cele cateva pasiuni comune..nici eu nu-mi pot explica, cert e ca am ajuns sa visez ca o adolescenta intarziata la acest `nou el`...si eu care imi pusesem verdictul: gata cu vesnicul `caught in the middle`, gata cu indoielile si purtarile adolescentine...am ajuns oarecum de unde am plecat&lt;br /&gt;  Concluzia nu stiu care este, relatia cu primul el nu va mai fi niciodata ca inainte, asta mi-a fost clar in momentul in care in viata mea a intrat `noul el` si `noul el` nu va ajunge niciodata in viata mea, pentru ca nu cred ca imi doresc asa ceva...deocamdata simt ca dorinta mea este sa-mi reiau viata, sa incerc sa ma redevin independenta, chiar daca acum ma simt extrem de slaba. Dictonul ridica-te dracu` de pe jos, sterge-te de praf si mergi mai departe a functionat si in momente mai dificile ale vietii....&lt;br /&gt;  Nu-mi doresc deocamdata un `nou el`, desi poate as descoperi the most amazing person i`ve ever met, who knows? Nu, el nu este de mine si nu am nevoie de el, el a fost doar cel care mi-a deschis ochii si mi-a semnalat nevoia schimbarii...&lt;br /&gt; Si in fond, nu stiu daca am energia necesara sa reconstruiesc o relatie asa cum am facut cu `el`, cel putin nu acum, cred ca am sa mai copilaresc o vreme si apoi cine stie...&lt;br /&gt; Si poate e mai bine asa, decat sa faci un om minunat sa sufere mintindu-l si plimbandu-l dupa tine printr-o relatie pe care el o simte defecta, poate e mai bine sa-i dai drumul, sa-si recroiasca drumul si poate sa isi reconstruiasca `un castel` langa altcineva, care poate e `statia lui finala`....parerea mea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-4859757893645455710?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4859757893645455710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=4859757893645455710' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4859757893645455710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4859757893645455710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-met-you-two.html' title='When i met you two'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-3285483038656172083</id><published>2008-12-07T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T12:10:29.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it...</title><content type='html'>...si schimbarea a venit, ploaia s-a transformat in zapada...de maine ascund ghetele din piele intoarsa.&lt;br /&gt;in alta ordine de idei, i lost my love, si nu am nevoie de alta in loc, ciudat, nu?&lt;br /&gt;iarna e lunga si s-a strecurat la mine in suflet...astept primavara sa ma salveze!&lt;br /&gt;what about holidays? f... them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-3285483038656172083?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/3285483038656172083/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=3285483038656172083' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/3285483038656172083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/3285483038656172083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-it.html' title='Damn it...'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-5582979420108884905</id><published>2008-11-27T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:47:16.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costumul</title><content type='html'>Exista o vorba din popor, pe care am avut prilejul zilele trecute sa o reaud, cand am fost mustruluita pentru ca nu purtam halat peste costumul de sala, si anume ca `haina il face pe om`...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt de acord ca in principiu altfel arata o camasa de la Dior, Givenchy, Gucci si al`de de-astia celebri, in comparatie cu una de la Zara, Mango, Bershka ( si ele celebre, dar pentru un alt target ) si unele din vestita `piata de la rusi` sau turci sau fie ei ce-o fi, dar totusi calitatea omului sta ascunsa sub straturile textile...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca traversez o perioada extrem de frustranta intr-un serviciu de chirurgie ( unde nu-mi doresc sa o sfarsesc nici pe masa, nici in picioare langa ea, cu `unealta` in mana ) am sa vorbesc putin despre costumul de sala, cel omniprezent si omnipotent ( hah ).&lt;br /&gt;Costumul de sala se compune de obicei din doua piese albe, colorate ( de la nuante subtil diferite de verde la rosu-movuliu ) sau combinate si este purtat cam de toate categoriile de oameni care isi desfasoara activitatea intr-un serviciu de chirurgie...de la infirmiera la profesor.&lt;br /&gt;Interesant este cum poti cataloga aproximativ ochiometric meseria celui ce poarta costumul dupa aspect...daca in Grey`s Anatomy, fiecare categorie purta o alta culoare, aici lucrurile se complica putin.&lt;br /&gt;De obicei infirmierele au 2 culori ( de ex bluza albastra, pantalon alb ), asistentele de obicei alb, iar brancardierii cum ii taie capul. Acestia toti sunt usor de recunoscut pentru ca nu au halat ( sic ).&lt;br /&gt;Urmatoare categorie se distinge prin natura nobila si umana a meseriei alese ( fix ) si ii vei recunoaste dupa halatul alb, cel purtat de asemenea de macelari, cofetari, bucatari si coafeze ( ;) ), doar ca aici capata o alta nuanta...&lt;br /&gt;Ultima `patura` acoperita de halat  este studentul, categorie din care fac si eu parte, care are `liber` la orice culoare...si aici se poate observa o paleta carnavalistica...rosu, mov, lila, turcoaz, verde deschis, verde inchis si 3 nuante de albastru . Albul nu mai intra in discutie, e deja `fumat`...si cum aceste costume sunt facute dintr-o panza penala ( scuzati exprimare grosolana ), nu prea stau ele foarte artistic, decat poate pe dr Mc Dreamy ( ;p ), deci creativitatea studentului se indreapta catre paleta coloristica...&lt;br /&gt;Daca esti o persoana pasionata de moda si nuante, vei cauta fie o nuanta unica, pe care sa n-o vezi la prea multi confrati, gen `salmon`, sau daca te lauzi cu originalitate debordanta, vei asocia piese de diferite culori, dar intotdeauna `amestecul` trebuie sa aiba un aer nobil, rafinat...precum profesia, deh :))&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu te prea intereseaza ce si cum, vei alege doar o culoare care ti-e simpatica si o vei asorta cu succes la sabotii de clinica ( si acestia vin in culori si si pe tema lor poate fi conceput un eseu care ar suna rezumat cam asa- daca mergi pe clasic alegi alb, daca vrei diversitate, poti alege gen crocs in 15.567 de nuante : )&lt;br /&gt;Daca te intereseaza cum iti sta in costum, vei alege unul mai inchis/deschis dupa conformatie, pentru a te `ajuta` sa ascunzi/pui in valoare anumite trasaturi...&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa consider rutina diminetile in care o cohorta de studenti cam nefericiti dau buzna in vestiarul imposibil si inimaginabil de mic pentru a se costuma pentru `carnaval`, fetele fug la baie pentru a nu se arata in fata colegilor cu doze crescute de perversitate, pe cand barbatii feroce isi expun ultimul model de boxer in fata colegelor mai mult sau mai putin pudice...accept ca poate unora le e lene sau nu le pasa:P&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi pe coridoare misuna diverse culori in grupulete...ei sunt viitorul medicinii...&lt;br /&gt;Mai sus de noi sunt rezidentii si medicii cu acte in regula, care ori aleg verdele, ori merg pe regulile spitalului in ceea ce priveste culoarea. Orisicum, costumele lor se ascund sub halatele de molton ( in spital, daca esti doctor si nu ai halat de molton, nu esti tru : ), ceea ce denota ca ori au o problema cu termoreglarea, ori e foarte frig, dar noi studentii nu constientizam:)&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa inchei acest lung articol despre costumul de sala, am sa prezint putin situatiea mea:)&lt;br /&gt;Eu posed una bucata costum de panza penala, culoare turcoaz, aleasa pe motive de simpatie, cu intentia schimbarii lui intr-o nuanta dark-blue, pentru a camufla anumite `defecte`. Costumasul meu intra dimineata de dimineata rulat sul intr-o punga rosie, shiny de la Esprit, partea de jos se imbraca la baie, dar la `show`-ul barbatilor feroce sunt in primul rand :)&lt;br /&gt;Se asorteaza cu saboti de clinica albi si nu se acopera de halat...asa, numa de-a dracu`:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-5582979420108884905?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5582979420108884905/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=5582979420108884905' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5582979420108884905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5582979420108884905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/11/costumul.html' title='Costumul'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-1746313213958092767</id><published>2008-11-27T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:03:23.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metatroph...</title><content type='html'>...desemneaza cuvantul schimbare in neogreaca&lt;br /&gt;Da, de asta am eu nevoie, de o schimbare! Simt ca am intrat intr-un cliseu care se perpetueaza la nesfarsit si vreau sa ies...nu stiu nici eu inca incotro, dar vreau sa ies!&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-am hotarat inca ce vreau sa schimb, pe mine, pe cei din jur, locul, timpul, situatia sau toate la un loc, dar undeva trebuie `lucrat`...&lt;br /&gt;Visez la un nou oras, eu intr-o alta `forma`, intr-o alta situatie, in alta `treaba`, studiind alt modul ( sic ) , dar visele raman vise....&lt;br /&gt;Astept ziua in care ma voi decide in final ce anume trebuie schimbat si ziua in care voi avea curaj sa si pun in aplicare `descoperirile` mele, deoarece, de obicei, intre aceste doua momente se scurge un interval de timp nedeterminat:P&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci, visez la nopti nebune de distractie ascultand piesa Matarra - Send the Message!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-1746313213958092767?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-4690976734317322963</id><published>2008-11-04T13:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:32:54.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-4690976734317322963?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/4690976734317322963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=4690976734317322963' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4690976734317322963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/4690976734317322963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-5530158830825738222</id><published>2008-11-04T13:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:32:41.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planuri marete</title><content type='html'>Next big thing for this month...a tragus piercing, can`t wait:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-5530158830825738222?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5530158830825738222/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=5530158830825738222' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5530158830825738222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5530158830825738222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/11/planuri-marete.html' title='Planuri marete'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-6813670077764696544</id><published>2008-11-04T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:31:55.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few things...</title><content type='html'>Am adunat cateva cantece care ma inspira in momentul de fata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy MacDonald-This is the life&lt;br /&gt;Mark Ronson feat Amy Winehouse - Valerie&lt;br /&gt;The Rolling Stones - Satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world...stiti voi, cu `Don`t know much about history...don`t know much `bout trigonometry` ( la asta chiar eram buna, sic:P)&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me...versiunea super-old din filmul, super-filmul cu acelasi nume&lt;br /&gt;Un cantecel cu si despre Budapesta, care nu stiu cum se numeste, dar e foarte special...&lt;br /&gt;Ceva de la The Corrs-de preferinta You`re gonna be just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la toate astea as adauga un pahar de vin rosu...de preferat o Feteasca Neagra....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-6813670077764696544?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6813670077764696544/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=6813670077764696544' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6813670077764696544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6813670077764696544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-few-things.html' title='Just a few things...'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-6372133122926018323</id><published>2008-11-04T12:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:05:05.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colectionarii</title><content type='html'>Inca de cand suntem copii, ne place sa colectionam, indiferent care ar fi `obiectele` adunate...de la bani, timbre, capace pana la papusi, insecte, plante sau pentru copiii intarziati cu posibilitati bogate, bijuterii, blanuri, masini de epoca....posibilitatile sunt nenumarate...&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram copil, imi placea foarte mult sa adun masinute de jucarie ( pasiunea cu masinile e mai veche deci;) dar si papusi, insa cele din urma erau mai scumpe si uneori mai greu de organizat, deoarece o preferam pe veterana Barbie, cea diforma:P&lt;br /&gt;In scoala generala, aveam colegi care colectionau cartele de telefon, nu doar romanesti, ci si de afara, precum si prieteni care aveau ( si au inca-bravo lor pentru consecventa ) o impresionanta colectie de monede si altii care aveau timbre adunate cu grija.Prieteni naturisti cu ierbare sau insectare de invidiat nu am avut, in schimb am cunoscut destui care cumparau o gramada de chestii ca peste ceva vreme sa se plictiseasca de ele, si asa nu intra in definitia mea de `colectionar`, deci ii priveam oarecum suspicios.&lt;br /&gt;Mereu am crezut ca daca chiar iti place ceva, cat de mic si neinsemnat, vei munci din greu si vei intreba incolo si incoace pentru a-ti mai face rost de inca si inca o bucata care urmeaza sa extinda mica ta proprietate...esti dintr-odata mai responsabil, pentru ca ai ceva in grija, mai fericit, pentru ca mica ta comoara creste vazand cu ochii si evident vei invata sa o apreciezi....cel putin pentru o vreme:)&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut si eu prin perioada mea de `numismatist`, dar nu am avut posibilitati foarte vaste de a extinde aceasta idee, dar mica mea `adunatura` mai exista undeva bine pastrata.&lt;br /&gt;Timpul a trecut si am avut marele prilej sa vizitez cateva orase impresionante din Europa, de unde am plecat cu multe amintiri culturale, dar si...materiale, si aici - DA- este vorba despre haine si cele aferente;)&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa, am ajuns sa colectionez - nu hainele - ci etichetele lor...da, poate suna idiot, dar daca ati vedea ce minunatii detin, m-ati intelege perfect, cel putin partea feminina:D&lt;br /&gt;Nu am foarte multe bucati in colectie - inca- dar si cele pe care le am sunt deosebite, si provin din tari foarte speciale, unde am lasat cate un coltisor din sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa asta, am o colectie impresionanta de vederi care ilusreaza picturi celebre...stiu ca nu e tocmai metoda perfecta de a percepe opera unui maestru, dar cand banii nu-mi permit sa-mi achizitionez un van gogh de pus in sufragerie, am sa-l iau cu mine sub alta forma ;)&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie , daca stam sa ne gandim, din copilarie si pana crestem si apoi si in plina `maturitate` adunam si adunam...importanta e suma care ne da, si nu ma refer la cea matematica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Mi-ar placea si mie sa apuc intr-o buna zi sa colectionez masini....nimeni nu ne interzice sa visam:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Colectionarii'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-2839345940830234391</id><published>2008-10-17T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:25:09.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa fii putin beat, doar putin...</title><content type='html'>Mie personal imi place sa fiu putin pilita...da, recunosc, am mai mult curaj, imi dau drumul la gura mai lesne si zic mult mai multe chestii de care oamenii rad mult mai bine ( nu ca n-as scapa si in mod normal cate un `rahat` foarte sincer cand studiem una bucata ochi belit - la propriu- ) si imi vin mai multe idei si apoi am mai mult curaj cu oamenii. Sunt multe chestii pe care ti le doresti dar in mod normal, adicatele cand esti treaz, nu le poti face, stiu eu, sa zici anumite chestii, sa te lipesti de anumite persoane sau sa ai mai mult curaj cand vine vorba de anumite situatii...&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa colind barulete mici, ascunse, nestiute de lume, unde vinul nu e o comoara si ma topeste mai incet sau mai repede, unde tigarile se sting una dupa alta si povestile se deruleaza pe fast forward si de unde toata lumea pleaca cu genunchii moi de veselie si... nu numai:)&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai misto e sa umbli in asemenea locuri cu o gasca de fete, toate dragute, dar fiecare diferita in felul ei, una mai tacuta, alta mai putin si sa vezi cum fiecare se transforma cand bea ceva:) fetele pot fi foarte dezlegate la gura cand beau :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;Apoi imi place sa fac o plimbare la aerul tare si rece, pentru ca ma trezeste si imi confera acea senzatie lenesa de somnolenta pe care o ador, atunci dorm cel mai bine:P&lt;br /&gt;Ador aceste clipe, pentru ca ele sunt parte din tineretea si studentia mea, si as vrea ca ele sa nu se piarda niciodata...dar si dupa ce vor trece, in fata unui pahar de vin, tot imi voi mai aminti de fiecare in parte si de multe din prostiile debitate dupa influenta bahica...si asta pentru ca am un gust aparte pentru detalii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-2839345940830234391?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2839345940830234391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=2839345940830234391' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the mornings when i wake up and realise i don`t have to go anywhere and just fall asleep again...&lt;br /&gt;i love school and friends and laughing&lt;br /&gt;i love leather bags&lt;br /&gt;i love flare jeans and aviators&lt;br /&gt;i love vests and shirts&lt;br /&gt;i love vintage and nonconformism&lt;br /&gt;i love scarfs&lt;br /&gt;i love smokey-eyes, in every possible colour ( ok, maybe except red )&lt;br /&gt;i love silver and vintage jewelry&lt;br /&gt;i love black lingerie&lt;br /&gt;i love soft pullovers&lt;br /&gt;i love shoes!very very very much&lt;br /&gt;i love spending money&lt;br /&gt;i love driving&lt;br /&gt;i love red wine and some other drinks&lt;br /&gt;i love caffe latte&lt;br /&gt;i love discreet and confy coffee-shops&lt;br /&gt;i love accessories&lt;br /&gt;i love being kissed&lt;br /&gt;i love `my person`&lt;br /&gt;i love books&lt;br /&gt;i love good, fine food&lt;br /&gt;i love my glasses&lt;br /&gt;i love my watch&lt;br /&gt;i love my 2 bracelets i wear everywhere&lt;br /&gt;i love european, liveful cities&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel i love life&lt;br /&gt;i just love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-2348272681248485877?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/2348272681248485877/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=2348272681248485877' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/2348272681248485877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/2348272681248485877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-love-it.html' title='i just love it...'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-708758389880751036</id><published>2008-09-29T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:31:48.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-as face de cap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOE6R_TxNWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9PELCjKKTww/s1600-h/313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOE6R_TxNWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9PELCjKKTww/s200/313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251542721217246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... cu una din aceste doua masinute...nu pot sa cred ca exista cineva care ar putea sa zica ceva de rau despre ele:)&lt;br /&gt;Daca stam sa analizam la rece problema, putem sa le si comparam ca performante, as putea face asta, dar ce sens are? Clar Audi-ul castiga la capitolul tehnica si performanta, ca sa nu mai vorbim de siguranta, dar oricum sunt frumoase amandoua...atrag multe priviri, de asta putem fi siguri, si sunt ataaaaat de albastre, incat m-am indragostit de ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOE6iVnbZJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CZoke00zUPM/s1600-h/tigra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOE6iVnbZJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CZoke00zUPM/s200/tigra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251543002083189906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personal prefer Audi-ul, pe care nu stiu sincer cine l-ar refuza ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mi se pare ca are o alura ceva mai sportiva, te indeamna s-o iei din loc nu tocmai...ortodox , Opel-ul parca e mai `cuminte`, dar l-as conduce fara rusine :P&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie, pentru plimbari de dupa-amiaza, pentru shopping, pentru fitze, pentru ce vreti voi, cele doua cabriolete pentru fete ( si poate nu numai )...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-708758389880751036?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/708758389880751036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=708758389880751036' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/708758389880751036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/708758389880751036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/mi-as-face-de-cap.html' title='Mi-as face de cap...'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOE6R_TxNWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9PELCjKKTww/s72-c/313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-5991387887742968417</id><published>2008-09-29T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:53:56.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Wet Wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOEyGbdTr-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/VuHpJ7T7-Fk/s1600-h/DSC04263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOEyGbdTr-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/VuHpJ7T7-Fk/s200/DSC04263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251533726521995234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este prima data de cand posed vehiculul din dotarea personala cand o duc la spalatorie ( nu ca n-a fost spalata de n luni, ci nu am fost eu cea care s-o duca ). Acum am avut ocazia, si am optat pentru o spalare precedata de prespalare...adica la perii, si mi-am dorit taaaare mult sa raman inauntru sa vad tot, si mi-a placut ( sunt inca un copil, recunosc )...intai au venit valurile de apa, apoi samponul si dupa aceea periile...very funny:)&lt;br /&gt;Pentru astfel de expeditii va recomand piesa Wet Sand a celor de la Red Hot Chilli Peppers!:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-5991387887742968417?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5991387887742968417/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=5991387887742968417' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5991387887742968417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5991387887742968417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/wet-wet-wet.html' title='Wet Wet Wet'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SOEyGbdTr-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/VuHpJ7T7-Fk/s72-c/DSC04263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-8971326590006701516</id><published>2008-09-28T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:13:13.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter - sweet mornings</title><content type='html'>Articolul acesta are ca scop descrierea unei dimineti...problema acum este ca nu toate diminetile sunt la fel...oho, nici vorba... o dimineata poate fi buna si o dimineata poate fi rea, nasoala...asta fiind cea mai bruta impartire, de fapt exista atat de multe nuante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata poate fi buna daca ai dormit destul, sau daca ai dormit suficient dar bine, daca langa tine dimineata este cineva drag, sau poate din contra, daca nu este, daca gasesti prin casa ceva bun, o cafea calda, sau chiar `cornulet cu lapte`, care stim cu totii ce bine prinde cateodata, sau daca pur si simplu stii ca te asteapta ceva bun in ziua respectiva, sau chiar daca nu, te-ai trezit cu un sambure de speranta ca ceva is coming your way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inceputul zilei poate deveni de asemenea dezastruos, si asta inca foarte usor...n-ai dormit destul, n-ai dormit bine, ai visat tampenii, te-ai stresat si n-ai inchis un ochi, te-ai certat cu cineva si dimineata ti-ai reamintit, nu mai ai cafea sau daca ai cafea, nu mai ai zahar sau daca le ai pe ambele, nu mai ai timp de ele, nu ai decat paine uscata in casa sau daca e buna se repeta problema timpului, te asteapta o zi stresanta, grea, obositoare sau pur si simplu te-ai trezit fara chef sa o intampini intr-un mod vesel...cum de la iubire la ura e un mic mic pas, si de la bine la dezastruos poate fi o distanta milimetrica daca vine vorba de dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum imi petrec eu aceasta minunata dimineata de luni? Pe net...wow!:)&lt;br /&gt;Azi ar trebui sa inceapa scoala, dar cum eu sunt la o facultate de `elita`, toate merg bine, deci nu avem inca un orar, asa ca scoala se muta deocamdata in oras, prin cafenelele clujului...vedeti, nu am motive sa fiu suparata, stresata sau nervoasa, nu m-a trezit ceasul, nu trebuie sa alerg nicaieri, am vreme sa fac ce vreau eu si sa ma lenevesc...life is wonderful, right? ( mai discutam maine cand am  ore de la ora 8 :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana atunci, va doresc tuturor o dimineata cat mai buna!&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! Guten Morgen! Kalo proi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-8971326590006701516?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/8971326590006701516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=8971326590006701516' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/8971326590006701516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/8971326590006701516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/bitter-sweet-mornings.html' title='Bitter - sweet mornings'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-6536776924774490227</id><published>2008-09-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:18:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E sub nasul tau si nu stiai?</title><content type='html'>Am ajuns la concluzia ca noi, romanii, avem atatea locuri frumoase in tara dar nu stim sa le facem reclama sau sa ne bucuram de ele...noi suntem mai ocupati sa stricam tot ce prindem...&lt;br /&gt;Si daca tot am deschis acest subiect, m-am gandit sa alcatuiesc o lista cu locuri care trebuie ( it`s a must ) sa le vezi daca esti roman...si nu numai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marea Neagra si Delta Dunarii&lt;br /&gt;-Orasele Sibiu, Brasov, Sighisoara, Cluj - Napoca, Timisoara, Medias - orasele medievale&lt;br /&gt;-Castelul Bran, Castelul Corvinestilor, Castelul Deva, Castelul Peles &amp;amp; Pelisor, Cetatea Sighisoara, Cetatea Istria - tot ce e `hot` in materie de castele romanesti&lt;br /&gt;-Manastirile din Moldova&lt;br /&gt;-Cimitirul Vesel - Sapanta&lt;br /&gt;-Lacul Rosu - lac de baraj natural&lt;br /&gt;-Coloana Infinitului de Brancusi&lt;br /&gt;-localitatea Biertan&lt;br /&gt;-Vulcanii Noroiosi&lt;br /&gt;-Statiuni balneo  ( Herculane, Voineasa, Slanic-Prahova, Sovata)&lt;br /&gt;-Bai termale - Baile Felix&lt;br /&gt;-Multitudinea de pesteri de pe teritoriul Romaniei - dintre care amintesc aici cateva celebre: Pestera Ghetarul de la Scarisoara, Pestera Ghetarul de la Focul Viu, Pestera Ursilor, Pestera Vantului si multe multe altele...&lt;br /&gt;-Muntii Romaniei si minunile care pot fi descoperite la tot pasul&lt;br /&gt;-Transfagarasanul - trebuie trecut macar o data...&lt;br /&gt;-Defileul Dunarii, Valea Oltului si alte vai asemenea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista ar putea continua sunt convinsa...fiecare stie un loc in Romania care aduce a colt rupt din Rai...trebuie doar sa-i recunosti valoarea si sa-l apreciezi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-6536776924774490227?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6536776924774490227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=6536776924774490227' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6536776924774490227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6536776924774490227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-sub-nasul-tau-si-nu-stiai.html' title='E sub nasul tau si nu stiai?'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-6111296908864682048</id><published>2008-09-24T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:48:12.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of the day...</title><content type='html'>Seara cand ne gandim la ziua care a trecut, ne vin diverse ganduri, idei, dorinte, regrete in minte ... si totusi ador aceste momente cand sunt doar eu si cu mine ` meditez`  ... sunt multe lucruri care ma framanta si ma gandesc la ziua de maine, cum va fi ea, ce pot schimba, ce pot imbunatati ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam ce-mi trece mie prin gand in seara asta ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori sa fiu la volan si in fata mea sa fie o sosea lunga pe care eu sa tot merg si sa merg si in timpul asta sa-mi pun ordine in cretele idei .... sa fiu doar eu cu mine si poate niste muzica de relaxare ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrDBWg-nuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B1tkLLQ-_20/s1600-h/145608171_63fcd61137_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrDBWg-nuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B1tkLLQ-_20/s200/145608171_63fcd61137_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249722743644921570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Din pacate, mereu soselele sunt pline de idioti care mai mult ma sperie decat sa ma calmeze ... deci condusul ramane pe altadata ... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi ma gandesc din nou la camasa si sacoul pe care le-am vazut saptamanile trecute la mall si pe care, deocamdata, nu mi le pot permite, si imi trec prin cap diverse combinatii pe care le-as putea realiza cu hainele deja stabilite in dulapul meu, si apoi ma gandesc la perechea de botine pe care cu siguranta am sa mi-o achizitionez in aceasta toamna ....&lt;br /&gt;Seara realizez ca pierd o gramada de vreme si ca nu apuc niciodata sa fac ceaa ce ar trebui cu adevarat sa fac ... sa strang si sa aranjez hainele prin dulapuri, sa fac cd-uri cu poze, si alte treburi prin casa ... altadata ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara si mai ales noaptea daca raman treaza mai mult, ma prinde nostalgia din urma...si ma apuca dorul de  partea din familie care nu mai e, imi aduc aminte de  fosti iubiti si foste relatii si cum s-au terminat ele, si consider ca puteam ajuta ca ele sa se termine mai bine,constat cu surprindere  egoismul de care pot da dovada&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrE6c1P1kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V3_7DsbTPTg/s1600-h/4060930-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrE6c1P1kI/AAAAAAAAAEI/V3_7DsbTPTg/s200/4060930-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249724824104719938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cateodata si care face victime in jur .... si atunci e mai bine sa ma culc devreme :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every day  imi vine in minte micul meu `acasa`...de fapt nu e mic ... si e atat de departe, si ma visez in pietele colorate si pline de lume, pe faleza lunga si intesata de lume galagioasa, gandul meu zboara la luminile care se dubleaza pe suprafata marii, la vapoarele de poveste din port, la graiul vesel al localnicilor, la soarele prietenos ( pentru mine in Romania soarele doar arde ) , la multitudinea de magazine pline de noutati sau nu chiar ( deh, shopping-ul, boala mea ), la blocurile varatice ( nu gri si mohorate ca ale &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrFOxEeJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iVLL0fEMH0E/s1600-h/Thessaloniki_night2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrFOxEeJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iVLL0fEMH0E/s200/Thessaloniki_night2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725173134665570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;noastre )....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi imaginez cum mi-as bea cafeaua pe una din terasele cu vedere spre Tsimiski ore intregi dimineata, cum m-as plimba cu aparatul de fotografiat pe strazile invaluite in istoria de demult ....&lt;br /&gt;Apoi imi vin in minte sate mici, ascunse si totusi atat de bogate in jurul acestui spot preferat de mine ... sate care te imbie cu plaje fine,  unde te poti ascunde de soare sub o umbrela rustica si poti lasa muzica marii sa curga prin tine ... ce poate fi mai relaxant???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coltisorul meu de Rai este atat de departe, dar in sufletelul meu este atat de viu si de colorat incat aproape pot sa-l simt ( daca ma concentrez mult asupra unui anume miros, am impresia ca il simt in nari ) .... este acolo, ma asteapta, ma atrage, ma fascineaza, ma pacaleste si ma trage in fiecare an inapoi ...  nu ca as vrea sa-l ocolesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrGl6i3KNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uaCuPvc9gGg/s1600-h/307920862_6d83e37778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrGl6i3KNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uaCuPvc9gGg/s200/307920862_6d83e37778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726670326671570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot acum seara mi-am adus aminte ca nu am citit revista mea preferata pe care mi-am procurat-o ieri ... dar este vreme ... maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa toate astea, intind mana dupa mp3-playerul din dotare si continui sa visez la una-alta, de data asta, pe ritm ... si in felul asta nici nu realizez cand ma fura somnul, pregatindu-ma pentru o noua si poate mai buna zi de visare ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-6111296908864682048?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/6111296908864682048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=6111296908864682048' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6111296908864682048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/6111296908864682048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-end-of-day.html' title='At the end of the day...'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNrDBWg-nuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/B1tkLLQ-_20/s72-c/145608171_63fcd61137_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-5791349249991364379</id><published>2008-09-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:31:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slabiciunea mea</title><content type='html'>Una dintre cele mai mari slabiciuni ale mele este ... sexul opus ... imi plac barbatii - da, este normal - si tocmai de aceea am facut un mic top personal a celor mai 5 ... ravniti :)&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca fiecare imi place in felul lui, am decis sa nu ii discriminez in vreun fel, deci nu am sa-i pun intr-o ordine a preferintelor, ci am sa-i acord fiecaruia cate un ` titlu ` personalizat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rge Clooney - The Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNlyrNXxRBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hh9Ntxp4iUw/s1600-h/george-clooney02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNlyrNXxRBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hh9Ntxp4iUw/s320/george-clooney02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249352927326323730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who cares about his age, really?&lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea este ca , in pofida varstei, George este bun, foaaaarte bun, si al naibii de  celibatar:)&lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi place la el? Zambetul de milioane, ochii aceia care promit si totusi nu ofera decat mister ... and the list can go on, nu are sens sa dezbatem acum ce gasim frumos la Clooney :)&lt;br /&gt;Un mare plus : fan al t-shirtului .... ar mai avea nevoie de vreun artificiu ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl0KPtCdWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/omxbQRV2rfw/s1600-h/GeorgeClooney-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl0KPtCdWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/omxbQRV2rfw/s320/GeorgeClooney-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249354560039974242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl6vBfNGjI/AAAAAAAAABg/lNp3uP9QSbo/s1600-h/george_clooney_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl6vBfNGjI/AAAAAAAAABg/lNp3uP9QSbo/s320/george_clooney_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249361788948781618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si totusi, pentru ca IUBESC barbatii in costum, here is&lt;br /&gt;sexy George in that black suit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rnell - The Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl03WNFPoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w2qX0odrDVQ/s1600-h/47c65a19-49e8-47a3-a149-c57cd172dc22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl03WNFPoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/w2qX0odrDVQ/s320/47c65a19-49e8-47a3-a149-c57cd172dc22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249355334879100546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris arata bine, canta bine, are ceva din aerul acela de `baiat rau` de care ne indragostim toate ca niste papadii  ( ;P )&lt;br /&gt;Majoritatea tragem scurta mai apoi, dar ce-ar fi lumea fara acesti reprezentanti si ce-ar fi un barbat fara macar o tenta de ` rautate`? Cat de repede ne-am plictisi...cu binele te obisnuiesti, dar ti se uraste repede:))&lt;br /&gt;Va recomand sa-i ascultati vocea  pe piesa Audioslave - Like a Stone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl1GMcXsoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R46wQnETgSk/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl1GMcXsoI/AAAAAAAAAA4/R46wQnETgSk/s320/chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249355589956907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal, apreciez la acest `individ` tinuta, stilul vestimentar, frizura neglijent-studiata, privirea sexy ...&lt;br /&gt;Am ales tot doua imagini, prima mi-a placut pentru contrastul cromatic, a doua pentru...el:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathhew McConaughey - The Sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl4e0EDHvI/AAAAAAAAABI/Cvf4bJgv48o/s1600-h/McConaughey128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl4e0EDHvI/AAAAAAAAABI/Cvf4bJgv48o/s320/McConaughey128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249359311444057842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la capitolul sexy, si  l-am ales pe Matt pentru ca...mai are sens sa  explic de ce ??? :p&lt;br /&gt;Am stat pe ganduri ce imagini sa aleg cu el, sa fie aproximativ la fel cu cele de sus, pentru ca nu doresc sa fac diferent , dupa cum spuneam :)&lt;br /&gt;" Banala "  fotografie, in care Mc este sexy si fara a se dezbraca vreun pic sau a afisa o atitudine `speciala`... just a t-shirt and jeans and the sexy body underneath them... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl4xWaAxmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KKG1agYMugU/s1600-h/Matthew-McConaughey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl4xWaAxmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KKG1agYMugU/s320/Matthew-McConaughey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249359629900629602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si normal ca nu puteam sa uitam clasica deja fotografie in black suit ... which suits him so damn well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl5usRCMOI/AAAAAAAAABY/6cq_9Kr9AzU/s1600-h/matthew_mcconaughey_surfing_2007_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl5usRCMOI/AAAAAAAAABY/6cq_9Kr9AzU/s320/matthew_mcconaughey_surfing_2007_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249360683740573922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubim barbatii care sunt sexy in tinute degajate, lejere, admiram barbatii in costum ... dar, va marturisesc, eu cel mai mult ii ador pe cei ... fara...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cum Matthew este in acest top elementul sexy, nu puteam sa nu adaug o imagine care sa si demonstreze ( de-a dreptul stiintific ) alegerea mea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Bye everyone....gone daydreaming till November :P }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patrick Dempsey - Doctor McDr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl9Attug8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/WIAStPdGPk8/s1600-h/patrickdempsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl9Attug8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/WIAStPdGPk8/s320/patrickdempsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249364291901883330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl7OGN72BI/AAAAAAAAABo/A-YQRjzS-II/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl7OGN72BI/AAAAAAAAABo/A-YQRjzS-II/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249362322794469394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mc Dreamy este dovada vie ca un barbat poate sa arate de 1000 de ori mai bine mai `tarziu` decat in `frageda pruncie`:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginea din stanga apare aici pentru ca un alt lucru dupa care ma dau in vant sunt barbatii in uniforma (uniforma lor ma face mereu sa-mi imaginez ce este dedesubt ) si cum, in viziunea mea, un chirurg poarta cea mai sexy uniforma, l-am ales pe el sa reprezinte aceasta categorie ... si eu cred ca o face cu succes ... oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Cat despre a doua imagine .... Patrick intr-un pat ... nu in al meu ( cu siguranta ), din pacate ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Clive Owen - No Comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNmBy-mINbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qRY14pXkD6o/s1600-h/Clive-Owen-707987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNmBy-mINbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qRY14pXkD6o/s320/Clive-Owen-707987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249369553473385906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl-GLw251I/AAAAAAAAACY/fxXRDXvnU7E/s1600-h/264404%7EClive-Owen-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNl-GLw251I/AAAAAAAAACY/fxXRDXvnU7E/s320/264404%7EClive-Owen-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249365485379053394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am spus ca n-am sa fac discriminari si totusi am facut... This is my all-in-one favourite... introducing incredibly hot Clive,&lt;br /&gt;with his gorgoeus eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi place mai mult decat ceilalti? Well, cam are cate ceva&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNmCvdeasGI/AAAAAAAAADA/9Uq7OFjTWrs/s1600-h/clive_owen_06-742702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNmCvdeasGI/AAAAAAAAADA/9Uq7OFjTWrs/s320/clive_owen_06-742702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249370592554692706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;din ce au ceilalti...e classy, e sexy, the shining armor este ca un fel de uniforma ( ;P ) si privirea lui este destul de `rea` atunci cand vrea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suficiente motive pentru mine....as mai adauga numele, sexy si el,  modul in care arata in black suit - so so attractive - si filmele in care joaca, nu doar datorita lui ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a conclusion vis -a -vis de acest mascul, mai am doar o chestiune de adaugat....&lt;br /&gt;" Clive dear, can i buy that couch ... with you on it ?" :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca o concluzie generala a acestui top personal, am constat cateva chestiuni :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nu imi plac barbatii tineri ... excesiv de tineri ... toti sunt bine maturizati :P&lt;br /&gt;- imi plac barbatii care au o privire ` rea `... poate putin perversa :P&lt;br /&gt;-imi place la la nebunie sa-i vad pe barbati in costum&lt;br /&gt;-imi plac barbatii in uniforma&lt;br /&gt;- imi plac barbatii care arata super hot si in tricou si blugi&lt;br /&gt;-nu imi plac barbatii extra-blonzi :)&lt;br /&gt;-generally, i really really love MEN... :D       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3035631499921900240-5791349249991364379?l=oneblackcherry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/feeds/5791349249991364379/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3035631499921900240&amp;postID=5791349249991364379' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5791349249991364379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3035631499921900240/posts/default/5791349249991364379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneblackcherry.blogspot.com/2008/09/slabiciunea-mea.html' title='Slabiciunea mea'/><author><name>M-irela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04543880784426757850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SVa_7mIyNAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/VniH4Cb75H0/S220/media22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kr0Ylrfvryg/SNlyrNXxRBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hh9Ntxp4iUw/s72-c/george-clooney02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3035631499921900240.post-2515347513347842825</id><published>2008-09-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:26:59.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About all this...</title><content type='html'>Acesta este micul meu blog...nu sunt eu o cireasa ( ar fi chiar culmea ) nici neagra, nici amara ( poate doar in unele circumstante :P  ), prin urmare n-am sa ma identific cu asa ceva ... atat ca imi plac foarte tare .. 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