<?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-1342554979575085843</id><updated>2012-02-03T00:35:27.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie Chic Boutique</title><subtitle type='html'>... à moins que des uniques</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-4321022710307141956</id><published>2009-11-18T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:08:46.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SwPQwAubJMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RG_59mdOPFI/s1600/congrats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SwPQwAubJMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RG_59mdOPFI/s200/congrats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405393501021742274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... that tonight's gonna be one of the best nights ever and that every lil detail in my life is going towards 'perfect' :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;De ce? Pentru ca azi a mers totul genial de bine.. dupa o perioada de cateva luni in care lucrurile nu erau stralucite, unii oameni din jurul meu tineau sa-mi demonstreze ca sunt altfel decat ii stiam eu, dupa niste family issues.. totul mishuna inspre cararea potrivita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In primul rand, Simo tocmai s-a intors de la examenul de conducere, si, desi aparent nu sunt ok pentru ca vorbesc despre mine la persoana a 3a :)), nu m-am simtit atat de bine in a looong time ... Trebuie sa recunosc faptul ca dimineata eram din cale afara de terifiata iar ajunsa in fata politistului am tremurat si mai tare (desi toti prietenii mei mi-au spus de N x 'show no fear') .. oh, well.. dupa vreo 15 min si dupa vreo trei sau patru propozitii ce incepeau cu 'domnitza' din partea dl. Politist, am fost declarata admisa :D ( L'AM LUAT!!) .. acum astept the lil baby licence to arrive... I shall take very good care of it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Legat de ultimul blog post, am ajuns si in Mozart si in Quo Vadis pana la urma, dar nu am mai avut timp sa complez informatia.. am meditat mult acolo cu un prieten bun, am filozofat la fel de mult despre viata, si ne-am dat seama, all in all, ca viata e bizzara dar misto, ca iti poti face prieteni noi si chiar dragi intr-un mod uimitor de natural, fara sa iti dai seama cat de rapid se petrece totul si ca aceia sunt oamenii care raman alaturi de tine o perioada lunga de vreme, chiar daca mai fac din cand in cand cate un tur al Europei :p Talking about that, si Sim va pleca din tara o perioada, inspre locuri mai palpitante, dar asta ceva mai inspre la anul :p Until then, I truely want to make the most out of 'now' and 'here' :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Asa ca vreau sa le multumesc tuturor celor care au spus de mai multe ori in ultima perioada "Sims, va fi bine totul!" ... thanks alot guys for being there! ... Ii multumesc foarte foarte tare lui Marius, pe care am si sarit azi de fericire, de altfel... e vorba despre sexy 'ul meu instructor auto who made it all possible to begin with.. jur ca iti impart carti de vizita tuturor oamenilor pe care ii stiu!! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Acum am acel pui de imbold pe care il asteptam de multa vreme, acea chestie care te face sa vrei sa iti pornesti toate motorasele, chiar si cele nepornite de ceva vreme si sa zbori cat de sus.. pentru ca poti !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.. si da, stiu, trebuie sa 'sarbatorim'  guys, va inghesui eu pe toti in Elf si pornim inspre o sursa mirifica de sampanie frantuzeasca, cat de curand :D Dar, pana una alta, azi merg la lemon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SwPMAcLz6BI/AAAAAAAAAII/VuVJloz9Sc8/s200/mini.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405388285712525330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; shopping, vorba lui Mihi :)).. aici se refera dl Lobont la lamaia cu semn de ! .. stiti voi, ala micu rotund si galben... :D that's what my girlfriends call it :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;uhm.. se fac oare si abtibilduri cu "Atentie! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Bruneta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;draguta la volan!" :-? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..  aa.. si apropo, Călin, vorbeam de MINIs ieri, nu? .. si de a &lt;b&gt;cute&lt;/b&gt; Simo driving one :&gt; [nici nu banuiai de ziua de azi:p] .. ei bine, fa-te ca e crem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaa... guys, inca ceva.. chestia de pe Facebook, the friends' characters.. e random, nu eu le-am setat :D Whoever is Pikachu, Courage, the angry buldog, Taz or that ugly weird cheesy fellow, I'm sorry :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(59, 68, 76); 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsSUWhESjyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tzauTeZtsNg/s200/Miss-Dior-Cherie-EDP-Ad-thumb-525x712.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387594168796352290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so then I had a thought: maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. &lt;div&gt;Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;- to be continued -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-2039833383245260376?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/2039833383245260376/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/10/anchors-away.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/2039833383245260376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/2039833383245260376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/10/anchors-away.html' title='anchors away!'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsSUWhESjyI/AAAAAAAAAIA/tzauTeZtsNg/s72-c/Miss-Dior-Cherie-EDP-Ad-thumb-525x712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-4528920744297400409</id><published>2009-09-29T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:14:05.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O ciocolata calda la Mozart, in Cluj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trebuie sa ies intr-una din zilele astea in Mozart sau in Quo Vadis.. ieri seara Mozart'ul era aproape inchis pe cand am ajuns eu in centru [ce exprimare :)).. vreau sa spun ca am ajuns cu 9 min fix inainte de a inchide ei]  iar Quo Vadis'ul nu e deschis luni niciodata. Nasol, chiar vroiam sa merg, sa stau jos, sa comand o ciocolata calda si sa ma uit la pianul vechi din colt, in timp ce meditam. Asa ca, in schimb, aseara am iesit la o plimbare lunga.. chiar lunga :)) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, in fine.. ideea in mare e  ca nu am chef de Cluj acum, am chef sa fiu oriunde altundeva (un Paris ar fi chiar frumos in clipa asta).. dar nu in Cluj. Aveam chef doar de o ciocolata calda din Mozart Caf&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;é&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;, care e in Cluj.. dar de Cluj in sine, nu!.. incepe faculta, din nou (aici stiu ca cineva anume ma acuza ca am continuat cu masterul), apoi trebuie eu sa imi dau examenul de soferi, pe urma mai e monotonia asta crunta de care uitasem in timpul weekend'ului petrecut la Iasi, am o sumedenie de intrebari si imi lipseste ceva sau lipsesc eu de undeva. Si, da, intr-un mod bizar cred ca imi pot gasi raspunsurile altundeva decat aici, pe banca, in gradina, cu laptopul in brate :)) Doamne, ce blog post fara noima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, oameni buni, daca gasiti pe strada raspunsuri mov, let me know.. inseamna ca sunt pentru mine:) Daca gasiti oferte de job' uri, let me know as well.. Anca, o prietena, isi cauta ceva disperata, si ofera recompensa cica :) Apropo, acum o ora am primit si eu o oferta chiar faina de job dar si asa zambetul meu nu a durat foarte mult... clar, lipseste ceva :)) Damn, chiar cred ca voi face un tur pana la Sibiu.. dar trebuie sa il sun pe varu'meu sa vad daca ma primeste. Daca nu e el disponibil, cine vrea sa vina la Paris cu mine, let me know :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsHJufowz4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/d_xHc9ZL8ws/s320/mozart+cafe.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386808429915459458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ... daca nu, cel putin la Mozart.. I know a good spot din care se vede pianul vechi si o masuta boema cu flori rosi in dreptul ferestrei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-4528920744297400409?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/4528920744297400409/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-ciocolata-calda-la-mozart-in-cluj.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/4528920744297400409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/4528920744297400409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-ciocolata-calda-la-mozart-in-cluj.html' title='O ciocolata calda la Mozart, in Cluj'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsHJufowz4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/d_xHc9ZL8ws/s72-c/mozart+cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-1104910626787448333</id><published>2009-09-17T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T04:05:31.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck Be An Old Lady... are there things worth gambling on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsRTApxZJ9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/RKWAb0YgmIQ/s1600-h/1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie: - Isn't this amazing?It's like a postcard for the twenties!&lt;div&gt;Charlotte: - Couldn't we have one drink? What's the harm in having one drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: - I can't believe you're still upset about that.. What role did you think those guys were gonna play in our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsRTm8Cs9RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LJKWvsx1MxQ/s200/1000.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387522982659552530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ch: - Who knows? We might have hit it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: - Oh, co-me on!! Let's look at the odds. Realistically, how many guys do we really hit it off with? .. Very few! .. and even if we do, those relationships don't last.. and even if they did, men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; die first, so we're right back where we've started... I say we skip all the drama and just enjoy each other's company. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ch: - But I don't wanna skip all the drama! That's life, that's everything.. That's relationships, and anniversaries and kids.. And I want all that, in addition to my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: - Well, that sounds wonderful, but don't bank on it happening.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one to pick? Carrie or Charlotte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1342554979575085843-1104910626787448333?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/1104910626787448333/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/09/luck-be-old-lady-are-there-things-horth.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/1104910626787448333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/1104910626787448333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/09/luck-be-old-lady-are-there-things-horth.html' title='Luck Be An Old Lady... are there things worth gambling on?'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SsRTm8Cs9RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LJKWvsx1MxQ/s72-c/1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-3153564836167160529</id><published>2009-08-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T02:11:07.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>original flavour ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHhSRWMUe18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHhSRWMUe18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hah.. I'm back!! ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-3153564836167160529?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/3153564836167160529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-ours.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/3153564836167160529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/3153564836167160529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-ours.html' title='original flavour ~'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-123554762102916920</id><published>2009-08-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:59:26.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the golden butterfly and the catwalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/So16gL3n-pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hHoeQ3Pwbqw/s1600-h/chic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;- I'm really confused.. I thought we had a good time.. and then you never called, and I never called cause you never called... &amp;amp; I guess that's fine.. but I just have to know.. did I do something, or..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;- Uhm, no... I don't know... We were sitting on the couch and... you just seemed a little full of yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Ok, glad we straightened that up! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                                                               &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Miranda, Sex&amp;amp;The City, Season 4, The Real Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... We always try to accesorize our life and make it look so chic and glamorous. We sometimes like those accesories so much that we want to use them forever and ever, never change them because we grow attached to them and think they are the best ones we could ever wear.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[A freaky jewel lover advice:   when you get a jewel, make sure those rocks are real diamonds and not some kind of  fakes.. the price might be high but it's sometimes far from telling the truth]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you can't actually keep the same old earings and that cute golden butterfly ring for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/So16o9QFdGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DbRNnDr9e88/s400/chic.jpg" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372084774578254946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; always... we sometimes get bored of them, we may sometimes lose them or they sometimes break and no silversmith can put those pieces where they belonged. Sure you're mad and wouldn't hear about it.. you will surely be able to find that lost piece somewhere near your pillow or you certaintly can glue it back and it will shine like new!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;But you can't... there are times when you simply can't, as much as you'd try to. Sure it's ashame.. you cared for it dearly, but the best thing to do is put it in a real pretty pink jewel box and keep it there safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truth is you can never please everyone. You can't make the world a better place, you can't be Superman or even Supergirl for everyone. We aren't perfect, and hell, yeah.. sure there are plenty of reasons to feel ashamed of what you've sometimes done, but hey, that's life.. nothing is absolutely perfect, we mess it up, others mess it up.. by the time you wanna do something about it maybe there's no clean water left... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will never believe those people who say they would never change anything about their past... We all have broken golden butterflies... and I can bet we all at least bought a superglue. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would, I would change soooo many things and make them right ... But I guess that if I could do that, I wouldn't be living in my life anylonger, I would be building up some kind of a perfect situation. But Life is so far away from perfect.., people die, people leave, people get hurt, things get messy, they get broken, maybe never to be repaired again, people refuse to care anylonger, they cheat, people get scared, they lie.. we sometimed lay a perfect foundation for confusions and misunderstandings, we are sometimes scared to know the truth, to do better, to accept people that are wrong or those who try to make things right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even so, maybe there are billiands of little butterflies out there, probably not identical with your first one, but still, many others... Maybe we just need to face our fears, accept the fact that maybe there is no perfect friendship, no ideal soulmate, no immaculate life... still, that shouldn't keep us away from trying, loving, caring, kicking, or living, for fear we might get hurt again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though you're sometimes crushes, you've got a choice: you can either slink off the runway and let your inner model die of shame, or you can pick yourself up, sexy pink-hearted shorts and all and finish at the edge of the catwalk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Turns out when real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep on walking...  the cute t'shirt, those adorable shorts and the wonderful butterfly are surely precious.. but they are still just accesories ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- even so, if we get lucky, we might at one point find a butterfly that we are ment to wear forever - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal;  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgOyKI8rAQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JgOyKI8rAQc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-123554762102916920?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/123554762102916920/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/golden-butterfly-and-catwalk.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/123554762102916920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/123554762102916920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/golden-butterfly-and-catwalk.html' title='the golden butterfly and the catwalk'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/So16o9QFdGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DbRNnDr9e88/s72-c/chic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-6302399461197185162</id><published>2009-08-17T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:53:44.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani, kido!! :*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SokHsA2Rm1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fd8u8ginCuE/s1600-h/muff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SokHsA2Rm1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fd8u8ginCuE/s200/muff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370832483339311954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Azi e ziua dl. Lapusan... also known as Pooh :P [da, doar eu, dintre toate persoanele acestei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Terre, am voie sa ii spun asa :D] ... si noi (Simo &amp;amp; Co.) ii spunem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;La multi ani fericiti, copile!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;... Totusi, desi el aproape ca a uitat de ziua mea :(, desi nu m-a luat cu el la banchet (asa, sa n-ai nici o poza cu mine!!!!&gt;:P ), desi nu m-a luat acum doi ani la OC si desi uneori adopta o postura destul de irascibila, eu tin la el (si ii zic la timp "la multi ani" :-|), pentru ca:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. mi-e drag :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* e unul dintre prietenii mei cei mai buni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ne-am suportat reciproc timp de doi ani la faculta si pentru ca intotdeauna cand adormea pe umarul meu la ore avea macar demnitatea de a nu lasa bale... sper sa se mentina la fel si pe parcursul masterului&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca nu ma tine sa ii cant live 'Happy birthday, mr. president' :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* he's an exquisite fun person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* doar cu el ma pot plimba pe jos prin tot Clujul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* mi-ar chiar cumpara un Mini daca ar avea cash' ul.. iar acum, de vreo saptamana, se tot inscrie la nu stiu ce concurs fantoma de la Coca-Cola in acelasi scop :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* uneori poate fi clumsy fara sa isi dea seama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* in jurul lui pot fi si a silly girl fara sa conteze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* cand isi da seama ca m-am suparat, face orice detentie ca sa-si ispaseasca pedeaspa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* s-ar imbraca pe bune intr-un tutu daca Dia i-ar face rost de unul (mi-as tine la avatar o poza cu tine imbracat asa o luna intreaga, jur! :D) [Dia, make it happen!!! :D]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* tot timpul isi face planuri si niciodata nu ii ies cu mine :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ma considera o printesa gratioasa care trebuia sa traiasca in sec. XVIII&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ii pare rau ca n-are cal alb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* desi a avut niste escapade in ultima jumatate de an, a fost acolo atunci cand altii plecau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* intotdeauna reuseste sa faca in asa fel incat sa nimereasca in mod repetat pe strazi pe la 2 - 3 a.m., unde se leaga de el fel de fel de betivi/ tigani/ drogati/ aurolaci/ pesti ... etc.  pe care ajunge sa ii bata in final&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* el e Pooh iar eu singura lui Titi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca uraste turcii, arabii si mafiotii...  doar din cauza mea :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca se gandeste cu groaza ca as putea pleca in lume cu un new-yorkez, dar considera ca un francez mi-ar fi mai potrivit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* zice tot timpul ca vom sta tot impreuna si la coada la medicamente, la 70 de ani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* face misto de Dorin iar odata i-am desenat pe umar o sirena hada (de genul celor pe care vezi ca le mai au pe maini batraneii de 70 de ani) si am scris sub desen 'Dorina'.. iar el n-a tipat :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca mama lui e foarte draguta cu mine, Dana, vara lui, ma place iar verisorii lui mai mici au zis ca sunt 'flumoasa' :"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* vorbeste cu mama despre meciurile de fotbal, basket si tennis pentru ca amandoi sunt obsedati de asta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ii place cum arata freza mea dupa ce ploua (ew :( ) si isi lasa din cand in cand parul mai lung, desi nu vrea, pentru ca stie ca imi place cum arata cu el bucalat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* aproape intotdeauna rateaza 30'ul de la ora 11 ;))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* imi suporta fanteziile nebunesti legate de Craciun, ar fi capabil sa stea nemiscat cu 30 m de cablu cu beculete in brate pana cand epuizez eu fiecare coltisor gol de casa si pentru ca ar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; veni cu o dubita mare la Nobila Casa atunci cand ma duc la shopping de sarbatori&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* iarna asta vom face un gingerbread Christmas house impreuna (care sa nu se clatine!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ma considera importanta si speciala (*) ..   desi niciodata n-a scris un articol despre mine :|&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* am putea sta 10h impreuna, fara sa vorbim, la fel de bine cum am putea vorbi 10h in continuu fara sa ne plictisim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* imi photoshopeaza in mii de variante pozele care ii plac :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* intotdeauna el intarzie sau eu ajung mai repede &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ma lasa intotdeauna si oricand sa ii desenez in palma, la incheietura mainii, pe degete oricate stelute si omuleti vreau eu si nu se supara [ma prefac ca nu stiu ca faci fata de 'she's a wacko :-j' atunci cand se uita lumea crucis in timp ce ma desfasor]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ma simt ca un tzanc de 3 ani and I giggle atunci cand, mai nou, imi spune 'tzuca' :))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* he's the only person that knows I giggle (well, not anymore :))) &amp;amp; he finds it incurably cute &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* cand se implica in ceva chestie care ii place, incepe sa iti explice si gesticuleaza si se agita si iti arata de ce si cum si unde si vrea sa te faca sa pricepi si sta concentrat si urmareste sa vada daca intelegi, iar tu daca cumva clipesti gresit o ia de la capat, iar se agita, gesticuleaza si explica si dupa aia te intreaba 'intelegi? :-? '&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* vrea sa ma duca in Bucuresti doar ca sa ne punem o patura pe varful teatrului si sa ne uitam la luna si la stele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* zice el ca ma va suporta pana la sfarsitul vietii :-?.. pamantesti cred, pentru ca o eternitate e prea mult chiar si pentru el :)))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* crede ca merit un al doilea Tour d'Eiffel.. just for me :"&gt; si e gata sa ia ciocanul si cuiele si sa se puna pe treaba&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* are explicatii ciudate despre oamenii care au tatuaje (ba da, sunt ciudate!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* stie ca imi trebuie doar jumatate de pahar de vin pentru a ma imbata si ar fi gata sa profite de informatie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* rade de mine cand sunt urmarita de batrani perversi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* crede ca am un 'je ne sais quoi'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* intr-o noapte l-am sunat speriata crezand ca am un intrus in curte iar el a adormit bustean a doua clipa  [ti-e clar ce tare i-a pasat :-j]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* anul trecut de ziua mea, la 12:01 am. m-a sunat si a cantat in cor cu Dorin, Radu si Bobo un la multi ani (thanks guys :*) si a mobilizat toti tipii din barul in care erau ei sa fredoneze pe background&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* dupa fiecare lucru fain care ni se intampla, ne luam un Kinder de la Sora, de genul Kinderului vechi cu cioco in forma oului&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* tot timpul belim ochii cate 10 min la raionul cu Milka din aceeasi locatie (pentru ca e singurul mag cu aprovizionare din Germania.. tot de la Pooh stiu si asta), si notam tot ce e nou pe piata si dupa facem bugetul &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* vara trecuta le-a spus unor prieteni ca nepotelul meu e bebelul nostru iar ei au crezut faza aproape vreo luna (intreband mereu ce face Andrei si daca ne descurcam cu banii pentru Pampersi), pana cand dl. Lapusan a binevoit sa infirme zvonul  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* stie ca intotdeauna cand iau un fum trece pe langa mine cineva cunoscut... tocmai de aia intotdeauna cand iesim in lume imi ofera cel putin o tigara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* nu-l pot minti niciodata pentru ca ma cunoaste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* e un copil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca ne-am certat o singura data in viata noastra foarte tare si am urlat amandoi destul de urat.. dar cred ca apoi ne-a parut rau amandurora  [chiar si asa, tot eu am avut dreptate :-w si pana la urma la Etica 10 ai luat si tu si Cata as far as I know :-B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ii place sa ma gadile dar si mai mult ii place ca ma enervez atunci cand ma gadila&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* poate manca orice pizza fac (jftr, they are not all A+' es :p) si mai si zice ca e geniala :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* uraste tipii bogati de peste 45 de ani, cu bentley'uri si decapotabile rosi, iar asta tot doar din cauza mea :D  [HIHI!!]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* in fiecare inceput de primavara asteapta sa mi se schimbe culoarea ochilor.. in ceea ce numeste 'verdele de vara' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* si-a facut licenta in pauze si da, a avut dreptate.. am luat 10 amandoi :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* mi-a suportat tot stressul vulcanic de pana acum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* ne jucam de-a "cap ou pas cap" si stie ca reactionez la 'nu te tine &gt;:P' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(ba ma tine si faza cu mijlocul strazii, las' ca o sa vezi tu!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca toate examenele ni le luam la gramada :D (adica eu cu el si toate cunostintele noastre puse impreuna)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* pentru ca tocmai azi dimineata si-a uitat parola de logare la birou [l-am mintit si i-am zis ca e sigur o farsa :-"]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* si pentru ca e cald in timpul iernii&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/Soj3djRZTpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XmF2mf7LDug/s320/IMG_2506.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370814642695786130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... si pentru ca mai stiu ca o sa ajungem intr-adevar la coada aia de la farmacie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ iar pentru Tudor, Alex si inca un tip care era cu ei in masina, da, Andrei sigur nu e bebelul nostru :D]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... &amp;amp; pentru ca sigur mai modific inca de 10 ori textul asta dupa ce imi mai aduc aminte de ceva =:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-6302399461197185162?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/6302399461197185162/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-multi-ani-kido.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/6302399461197185162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/6302399461197185162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-multi-ani-kido.html' title='La multi ani, kido!! :*'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SokHsA2Rm1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/fd8u8ginCuE/s72-c/muff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-4686659309831541214</id><published>2009-08-07T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:52:18.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, je t'aimeeee ... but I love him more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SnpuQH3tZTI/AAAAAAAAABY/yeyDJCCRe0A/s1600-h/patrat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SnpuQH3tZTI/AAAAAAAAABY/yeyDJCCRe0A/s200/patrat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366723129235039538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele acestea am vazut un filmulet dragut, care mi-a placut enorm si care a fost instantaneu trecut in lista mea de favs.. si am simtit ca trebuie sa impartasesc informatia. E vorba despre un film francez din 2006, cu grozava Audrey Tautou: "Hors de prix". &lt;div&gt;Toata povestea a fost o r&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ealizare pentru mine, tinand cont de faptul ca este primul film francez vazut fara nici o subtitrare (my 'madame le professeure' would be so proud :))). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, in acelasi spirit, il s'agit d'une glamorous jeune, Irene... o tipa finuta, stylish, iubitoare de frumos, de rochii luxoase, de labeled bijoux, insa fara nici o carte de credit proprie in pliculetul auriu Dior. Aici vine in ajutor impresionantul cavaler alb, cu o barbita asortata, cu putina burtica si cu un Rolls Royce just as fancy... Si ce? O tipa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poate sa aleaga ce vrea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singura problema intervine in momentul in care Irene il descopera pe Jean, un ospatar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SnpuVbrGGVI/AAAAAAAAABg/kGa3_W8hOM8/s200/gad-elmaleh.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366723220450187602" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; (al naibii de dragut) care, printr-o neintelegere, i se pare a fi un tanar de bani gata, in masura sa ii satisfaca orice extravaganta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, what's a girl to do when she's got expensive tastes? Eu convietuiesc des cu aceasta intrebare :)) .. si ce alegi in final? Tipul bogat care tanjeste dupa compania ta, iar tu tanjesti dupa pozitia lui financiara (si dupa toate pungile Gucci, Miu Miu si Roberto Cavalli din lume), asa incat faceti un pact convenabil? Sau il alegi pe 'ospatarul' tanar, al naibii de dragut,. dar cu 1e in buzunar, de care, printre altele, te si indragostesti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, ce pot eu sa spun din descoperirile mele contemporane  este faptul ca pusa in fata primului personaj (ok, si poate in fata unui cadou la fel de luxos), te intrebi asupra veridicitatii si a existentei acelei iubiri pure care will just pop up in front of you one day, odata cu tinerelul simpatic care nu isi permite cea mai scumpa sampanie din restaurant, dar care detine l'amour.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si totusi, revenind strict la film, Irene isi face alegerea si pare a fi chiar fericita. Povestea e simpatica, simpluta si usor de urmarit iar culoarea locala te afunda in rafinatul spirit frantuzesc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Le garcon' e Gad Elmaleh, un exponat perfect al parizianului fermecator, stil care pe mine ma atrage extraordinar de tare.. dar despre care am aflat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ulterior ca e arab (un plus in ochii mei :D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, what would you pick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/Sog035ENtEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/cFh9CfEUKu0/s200/drink.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370600690455262274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-4686659309831541214?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/4686659309831541214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/paris-je-taimeeee-but-i-love-him-more.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/4686659309831541214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/4686659309831541214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/08/paris-je-taimeeee-but-i-love-him-more.html' title='Paris, je t&apos;aimeeee ... but I love him more'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SnpuQH3tZTI/AAAAAAAAABY/yeyDJCCRe0A/s72-c/patrat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-543206653383319339</id><published>2009-07-24T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:35:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adding ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Am 3 reclame preferate luna asta si imi propun sa fac un clasament in fiecare luna de acum inainte :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Prima e ticked pentru ca imi defineste perfect stilul si imi place mult Dior, so here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zWvtx0nijE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zWvtx0nijE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Celelalte doua sunt in top din motive obiective insa, pentru ca au la baza niste idei faine. Desi sunt mai degraba adepta ad'urilor de la Carlsberg (cred ca intotdeauna o sa fredonez "Love of my life"), my fav this month is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIutgtzwhAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Imi aduce mult aminte de scurtul dialog din SATC The Movie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;     Big: - So, shall we get you a diamond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;     Carrie: - No, noo! Just get me a reaaally big closet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;... I'd go for the diamond, just so you know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spotul a fost realizat de art director Cor den Boer si Jorn Kruijen, copywriter Heroen van de Sande, ai agentiei Neboko.  Niste omuleti au facut si un spoof, mergand pe ideea de 'walking fridge' .. n-are tocmai hazul originalului, dar poate fi vazut aici: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk5JNs7KO30&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk5JNs7KO30&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Iar ultimul spot e "Sunrise", realizat de Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi pentru GDF-Suez .. da un feeling fain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OB4z93btcJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OB4z93btcJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-543206653383319339?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/543206653383319339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/07/adding-ads.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/543206653383319339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/543206653383319339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/07/adding-ads.html' title='adding ads'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-1048453483923270845</id><published>2009-07-23T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:31:45.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together.. for the rest of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjJqpQ4uhV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QjJqpQ4uhV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is official... a new season has begun. Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate.. without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we would never be who we are. After all, seasons change, people come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart.. and if you're lucky, only a call away.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-1048453483923270845?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/1048453483923270845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/07/together-for-rest-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/1048453483923270845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/1048453483923270845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/07/together-for-rest-of-our-lives.html' title='together.. for the rest of our lives'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1342554979575085843.post-7318079046810501162</id><published>2009-07-20T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:28:23.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoarce, te rog, placuta pe partea cu Open...merci!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SmQmZBxwkHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R_9AuT3lui0/s1600-h/2705936898_12b6166c97_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SmQmZBxwkHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R_9AuT3lui0/s320/2705936898_12b6166c97_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360451667893457010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That will be the day!" insotit de un ferm 'hah!' a fost raspunsul meu la intrebarea mai veche a unor prieteni despre un posibil blog. No offence pentru toti cei pasionati care isi dezvolta asemenea little black books de ani buni, dar in viziunea mea devenise o moda destul de  suparatoare intr-o perioada, asa ca decizia mea fusese luata... nu o sa apas pe nici un "Create blog" pana cand nu iese din moda. So, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is the day! :) M-am trezit destul de plictisita dupa un weekend nebun, am facut ochisori, vorba cuiva caruia o sa ii dau imediat un add, mi-am verificat facebook'ul alaturi de o atat de traditionala pentru mine ciocolata calda, si am zis ca azi e o zi frumoasa pentru un blog... ceva de genul "this is a good day for science" a lui Dexter, daca tot nu mai vorbeste intregul bulevard despre ele.  [thanks, Andrew]&lt;br /&gt; Asa ca va invit incepand de azi la o mini galerie pe care sper sa o pot pastra constanta si serios aprovizionata... sit back on my pink sofa and enjoy. Nu am pregatit nici un omelette du fromage, in schimb gasiti niste trufe pe masuta de langa fereastra. &lt;br /&gt;Feel free to drop by any time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1342554979575085843-7318079046810501162?l=simonacorina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/feeds/7318079046810501162/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/07/intoarce-te-rog-placuta-pe-partea-cu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/7318079046810501162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1342554979575085843/posts/default/7318079046810501162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simonacorina.blogspot.com/2009/07/intoarce-te-rog-placuta-pe-partea-cu.html' title='Intoarce, te rog, placuta pe partea cu Open...merci!'/><author><name>Sim*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06253727187344859586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDQPySxY9Ok/SmQmZBxwkHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R_9AuT3lui0/s72-c/2705936898_12b6166c97_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
