<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077</id><updated>2010-02-19T18:21:49.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IroniqueLife</title><subtitle type='html'>Viata e cruda, hai sa o prajim !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-5344026271934059061</id><published>2010-02-19T17:47:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:21:49.778+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The &quot;why&quot; things.'/><title type='text'>De ce nu apa?</title><content type='html'>De ce beau oamenii? Adica de ce nu beau mai multa apa sau fresh-uri? Merg la cumparaturi, si mereu vad oameni ce imping catre casele de marcat, un cos mare si gol! Au o paine, un sampon, inca doua lucruri si cate o sticla, doua de bere sau suc. Ma uit la ei, ca orice ar fi, ei trebuie sa puna in cos fie Fanta, Cola, bere.....ceva de baut dar nu apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cunosc multe persoane care au in mod constant in casa sucuri de baut. De ce este o asa dependenta de ceva care nu este sanatos? Adica, daca vin acasa de la biou, nu pot sa beau un ceai, sa imi fac un fresh de portocale? De ce trebuie sa beau un Prigat? Viata mea chiar nu are gust, altfel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aud frecvent expresii de genul: nu pot sa nu beau o cafea, nu pot sa nu beau o cola, trebuie sa beau o bere, trebuie sa imi aprind o tigara...&lt;br /&gt;Hei! oameni, ce este cu atata dependenta?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar va place sa fiti niste victime, sa va lasati controlati de  diverse "chestii"?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar va place sa depindeti? In loc sa aveti controlul asupra propria persoana?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-5344026271934059061?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/5344026271934059061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=5344026271934059061' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/5344026271934059061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/5344026271934059061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2010/02/de-ce-nu-apa.html' title='De ce nu apa?'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-1883126387208947488</id><published>2009-07-14T00:03:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:39:58.828+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrare personala/ Comedie generala'/><title type='text'>This is It!</title><content type='html'>Intr-un final s-a intamplat. Mi-a zis. Nu ma  iubeste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiam. Dar chiar daca, tot este normal sa te doara. Imi trec atatea lucruri prin cap... cum ar fi sa ma razbun, sa ma razbun si sa ma razbun. Dar totusi sunt calma. Si asta pt. ca stiam. Simteam. Observam. Nu poti sa fortezi un om sa iubeasca. Dar nici un om care iubeste nu poate scapa de sentimentul asta cu una cu doua. Macar ca il mustra constiinta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sunt impacata cu mine. Am oferit tot ce era de oferit: ajutor, incredere,rabdare si timp, loialitate si un copil. Am primit "intelegere, mult respect si o gramada de iubire". Echitabil as putea spune. Nu totul este egal in viata. Mai pierzi, mai castigi....ideea este, ca la finalul vietii sa iasa bine balanta. Cu putin noroc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sunt un copil. De data asta m-am maturizat. Sunt rece pe interior, nu mai stiu cum este sa razi ilar pana cazi jos, sunt destul de serioasa si chiar pot sa dorm singura. Desi mai plang uneori...dar este un mare progres.&lt;br /&gt;Imi este tare dor de baiatul meu. Am sa il iau inapoi la mine. O sa ma simt cu adevarat implinita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum inteleg de ce am primit o marire de salariu atat de mare pe timp de criza. Pt. ca o sa am nevoie de bani sa imi cresc singura copilul. Dar simt cat de frumos va fi! Doar noi doi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal ca il urasc pt ca baiatul meu nu va avea o familie in forma completa. Stiu ca in mintea lui eu sunt de vina : ca l-am cicalit sa nu se mai imbete, sa isi tempereze rautatea de mama, sa devina mai responsabil....Bla bla bla. Altii o fac de la sine putere. Ce era sa fac? Sa imi petrec toata viata, toate sarbatorile in lumea lor, cu el beat si irascibil, gata sa isi infiga mana in gatul meu, cu compania inutila si de slaba calitate a celorlalti si cu intepaturile la doi pasi a lui masa?&lt;br /&gt;Neah. Copilul meu merita mai mult. Eu merit mai mult. Am avut mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar!, eu cum am putut sa contiui sa il iubesc dupa cate mi-a facut? Dar stii unde e ironia? Lui i se pare normal ce a facut. Cica asa fac barbatii :)) Si mama lui este de aceesi parere cu el, dar sa dea naiba daca ar face ceva asemanator barbasu. Jar mananca ! Deah, mama de baiat. Am sa iau aminte :) Sau minte? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am de ce sa fiu trista. Eu chiar nu pierd nimic. Un om care mi-a creat atata suferinta si nici macar sa nu ma iubeasca? Lasa-l...pt altele :)&lt;br /&gt;El, da, pierde. Dar nu acum va realiza. Nici el, nici mama lui. Mai apoi. Poate mult mai apoi. Asa cred eu...sunt prea mandri. Vorba aia "mandri si doar atat!" - bine zis Marius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma simt nici singura. Chiar daca nu este deloc cum am visat. Il am pe baiatul meu care umple tot golul si care este perfect. Este perfectul meu. Fiecare om are un perfect, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa incerc sa adorm acum. nu trebuie sa las un om rau sa imi strice nviata, noptile, sanatatea, buna-starea. El nu e Dumnezeu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat sa il prezint. Am vorbit despre viitorul meu fost sot - &lt;strong&gt;The heart-less&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daca credeti ca doar in filme exista oameni seci pe din'nauntru, insensibil in adevaratul sens... Va contrazic si vi-l dau la proba. Desi nu stiu cine l-ar mai vrea. I s-a dus sansa.....odata cu a mea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-1883126387208947488?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/1883126387208947488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=1883126387208947488' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1883126387208947488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1883126387208947488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/07/this-is-it.html' title='This is It!'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-7684423797240801128</id><published>2009-03-31T12:51:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:27:06.760+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atelierul funny'/><title type='text'>Leapsa: Have you ever...</title><content type='html'>01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Climbed a mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06) Held a tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;07) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a candlelight bath with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hugged a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Done a striptease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19) Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;20) Slept under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;34)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Held a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;36)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;44)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of USA&lt;br /&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts&lt;br /&gt;51) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;53) Had amazing friends&lt;br /&gt;54) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Danced with a stranger in a foreign country !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66) Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67) Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milked a cow&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pretended to be a superhero(Wonderwomen;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;76) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;80) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;82) Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;br /&gt;83) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89) Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;98) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103) Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;105) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Masturbated in a public place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs&lt;br /&gt;109) Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;111) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Recorded music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;122) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Raised children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy.&lt;br /&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; …more than once? - More than twice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;136) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138) Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;br /&gt;140)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;143) Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144) Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;145) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;147) Been fired or laid off a job&lt;br /&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;150) Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;152)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;156) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;br /&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;172) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;173)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;175) Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;176) Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177) Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178) Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;180) Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183) …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;190) Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;191) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;195) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;196) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199) Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been arrested. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa primita de la Tykryt, o dau mai departe la Gossip Blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-7684423797240801128?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/7684423797240801128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=7684423797240801128' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/7684423797240801128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/7684423797240801128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/leapsa-have-you-ever.html' title='Leapsa: Have you ever...'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-8169461689108974295</id><published>2009-03-25T10:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:30:47.515+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livin&apos; through music'/><title type='text'>You better...</title><content type='html'>"Don't you be waisting all your money on syrup and honey&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm sweet enough&lt;br /&gt;Don't you be using every minute on making a living&lt;br /&gt;Because we've got our love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me 1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend your time on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you be out all night long&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Because I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Don't you be spendin every day working away&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me 1,2,3&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Baby, Baby&lt;br /&gt;Spend your time on me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-8169461689108974295?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/8169461689108974295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=8169461689108974295' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/8169461689108974295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/8169461689108974295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/you-better.html' title='You better...'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-3150859877484458709</id><published>2009-03-25T10:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:31:35.784+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livin&apos; through music'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>"Please draw the past and be true&lt;br /&gt;Don’t say we’re okay&lt;br /&gt;Just because I’m here&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad but I wont shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been confused&lt;br /&gt;Outta my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re loving,&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be free, baby&lt;br /&gt;You’ve hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish for better&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s departed, I’m broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we never started&lt;br /&gt;All those days spent together&lt;br /&gt;When I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t want the train to come.&lt;br /&gt;No, no."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-3150859877484458709?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/3150859877484458709/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=3150859877484458709' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3150859877484458709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3150859877484458709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-5110539929564247199</id><published>2009-03-25T10:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:30:06.965+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livin&apos; through music'/><title type='text'>The end part of this chapter</title><content type='html'>"You'll never gonna see me again&lt;br /&gt;So now who's gonna cry for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never gonna see me again&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never heard me break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You didn't wake up when we died&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was lonely from the start&lt;br /&gt;I think the end is mine to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Life is now or never&lt;br /&gt;Forever never comes around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What love is? Know i understand...&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt a lot of people, deeply, but they have forgiven me - this is love!&lt;br /&gt;Know, I realized, i pay the price - you're my price - but I paid it, right?&lt;br /&gt;The irony of life: when you play clean, you lose - it all comes back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-5110539929564247199?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/5110539929564247199/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=5110539929564247199' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/5110539929564247199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/5110539929564247199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/end-part-of-this-chapter.html' title='The end part of this chapter'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-3836742914643016815</id><published>2009-03-24T21:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:32:03.111+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livin&apos; through music'/><title type='text'>For her  ...Dana</title><content type='html'>'When she was a young girl&lt;br /&gt;She used to play with me&lt;br /&gt;I was her best friend&lt;br /&gt;We were inseparately&lt;br /&gt;We loved to ride our bikes&lt;br /&gt;Playin’ hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Sneeking all the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing in the street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at the time&lt;br /&gt;Now i realise&lt;br /&gt;She loved to play with fire&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen it in her eyes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she left out the story-dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-3836742914643016815?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/3836742914643016815/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=3836742914643016815' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3836742914643016815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3836742914643016815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/for-her-dana.html' title='For her  ...Dana'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-7139249853526220662</id><published>2009-03-24T12:09:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:29:29.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livin&apos; through music'/><title type='text'>For me... my destiny</title><content type='html'>Made by myself with very care....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me paint this picture for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend your nights alone&lt;br /&gt;And he never comes home&lt;br /&gt;And every time you call him&lt;br /&gt;All you get's a busy tone&lt;br /&gt;I heard you found out&lt;br /&gt;That he's doing to you&lt;br /&gt;What you did to me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cheated girl&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeded girl&lt;br /&gt;So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;Just a classic case&lt;br /&gt;A scenario&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl you got what you deserved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you want somebody&lt;br /&gt;To cure the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;You wish you had somebody&lt;br /&gt;That could come and make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But girl I ain't somebody with a lot of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told ya, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay baby 'cause in time you will find"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did found out...&lt;br /&gt;What goes around  comes fuckin' back around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-7139249853526220662?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/7139249853526220662/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=7139249853526220662' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/7139249853526220662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/7139249853526220662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/for-me-my-destiny.html' title='For me... my destiny'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-3620003964472026109</id><published>2009-03-17T09:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:59:22.529+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxime si reflectii'/><title type='text'>True words</title><content type='html'>Ford spunea:  "Din valoarea unui produs, 2% reprezinta pretul real iar &lt;br /&gt;3% sunt banii invetiti in reclama!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-3620003964472026109?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/3620003964472026109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=3620003964472026109' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3620003964472026109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3620003964472026109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/true-words.html' title='True words'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-2612200233544937587</id><published>2009-03-16T19:41:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:00:25.718+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galerie foto - sewers'/><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Day: 16 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;Location: Str. Fluierului intersectie cu Matasari - Bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;H.: 9.23 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6QZEldhbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ejoPWkK8vaY/s1600-h/IMG_5953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6QZEldhbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ejoPWkK8vaY/s400/IMG_5953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843370745759154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6QPcADwkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vnMxNrvTvy0/s1600-h/IMG_5954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6QPcADwkI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vnMxNrvTvy0/s400/IMG_5954.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313843205232640578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6PdGDvvjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Blonxvw7vM/s1600-h/IMG_5952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6PdGDvvjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_Blonxvw7vM/s400/IMG_5952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842340349066802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-2612200233544937587?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/2612200233544937587/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=2612200233544937587' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/2612200233544937587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/2612200233544937587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/day-16-march-2009-location-str.html' title='New'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb6QZEldhbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ejoPWkK8vaY/s72-c/IMG_5953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-3703863060185697289</id><published>2009-03-16T14:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:59:49.472+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atelierul funny'/><title type='text'>Prostie la patrat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="420" height="376" style="display:block; margin:0 0 5px 0;" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://stirileprotv.ro/bin/player/embed.php/60255245"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://stirileprotv.ro/bin/player/embed.php/60255245" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="376" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am aflat, ulterior, ca ar fi un facke... Pe mine m-a uimit, in sens negativ, atat de  mult, incat, fara a da impresia de o lipsa de respect fata de cititori, in ceea ce priveste limbajul folosit in acest mic "scenariu", am simtit nevoia sa o postez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am clasat-o la "Atelierul funny" - desi este un fel de tragic-o comic. Pe cand faceam liceul, am avut o colega care avea un stil aproximativ identic cu cel din filmulet, de a-si "pedepsi" iubitii pentru ca au calcat stramb....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-3703863060185697289?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/3703863060185697289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=3703863060185697289' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3703863060185697289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/3703863060185697289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/prostie-la-patrat.html' title='Prostie la patrat'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-8758342615175390885</id><published>2009-03-15T19:25:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:02:59.243+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galerie foto - sewers'/><title type='text'>Photographie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb08Pg2BWDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NGby5n0GBl4/s1600-h/IMG_5915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313469372579272754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb08Pg2BWDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NGby5n0GBl4/s400/IMG_5915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb07oDeSnAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gOGr81Nhkh8/s1600-h/IMG_5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313468694680214530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb07oDeSnAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gOGr81Nhkh8/s400/IMG_5916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Canale Politehnica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-8758342615175390885?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/8758342615175390885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=8758342615175390885' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/8758342615175390885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/8758342615175390885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/photographie.html' title='Photographie'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb08Pg2BWDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/NGby5n0GBl4/s72-c/IMG_5915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-7393401999089698748</id><published>2009-03-15T19:01:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:53:57.214+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galerie foto - Sky'/><title type='text'>graphos-photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb0-3Hylj1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hG5sNcCDgOE/s1600-h/IMG_5914fff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb033Sc-LxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MfeIB_U6a_4/s400/IMG_5901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313464558352740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb04Q4JgraI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Vq3zotN3lnw/s1600-h/IMG_5903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb04Q4JgraI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Vq3zotN3lnw/s400/IMG_5903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313464997968391586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-7393401999089698748?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/7393401999089698748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=7393401999089698748' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/7393401999089698748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/7393401999089698748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/graphos-photos.html' title='graphos-photos'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SU1_ahBb9FU/Sb0-3Hylj1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hG5sNcCDgOE/s72-c/IMG_5914fff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-6664014348314784961</id><published>2009-03-14T18:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:24:19.893+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De prin lume adunate'/><title type='text'>Avertismentul de la SHELL OIL COMPANY</title><content type='html'>Am primit un mail interesant :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SHELL OIL COMPANY a publicat un avertisment public SHELL a constatat trei incidente în cursul carora telefoanele mobile au provocat incendii la pompele de benzina din statiile de carburanti :&lt;br /&gt;1. În primul caz, telefonul era in portbagaj când soferul facea plinul; telefonul a sunat si incendiul care a urmat a distrus masina si pompa.&lt;br /&gt; 2. În al doilea caz, o persoana a raspuns la telefon în timp ce facea plinul si a fost arsa grav la fata când vaporii de benzina s-au inflamat.&lt;br /&gt;3. În al treilea caz, o persoana a fost arsa grav la picior când vaporii de benzina s-au inflamat; telefonul, care era în buzunar, a început sa sune în timp ce facea plinul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tineti minte:&lt;br /&gt;A * Telefoanele mobile pot inflama benzina sau vaporii de benzina.&lt;br /&gt;B* Telefoanele mobile care au un led care se aprinde când functioneaza sau când suna, pot emite suficienta energie ca sa produca o scânteie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe scurt, iata regulile pe care trebuie sa le respectati pentru totala siguranta la statiile de benzina:&lt;br /&gt;1) Opriti motorul.&lt;br /&gt;2) Nu fumati.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nu folositi telefonul mobil, lasati-l în interiorul masinii sau închideti-l.&lt;br /&gt; 4) Nu urcati în masina în timp ce faceti plinul.&lt;br /&gt;5) NU TREBUIE NICIODATA SA FOLOSESTI TELEFONUL MOBIL IN TIMP CE FACI PLINUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vaporii de benzina sunt cei care declanseaza incendiul la contactul cu electricitatea statica.&lt;br /&gt;În 29 cazuri de incendiu, persoana s-a reîntors în masina, apoi a iesit si a atins furtunul pompei de benzina în timpul alimentarii; marca si modelul masinii nu au nici o importanta. În unele cazuri, masina si statia de benzina au suferit daune majore si clientul a fost grav ranit.&lt;br /&gt;17 incendii au avut loc înainte, în timpul sau imediat ce busonul rezervorului de benzina a fost scos si persoana a început sa faca plinul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Renkes subliniaza ca este important ca NICIODATA sa nu te întorci în masina în timp ce faci plinul. Daca trebuie NEAPARAT sa te întorci în masina în timp ce faci plinul, asigura-te când iesi din masina, ca închizi portiera si ca atingi O PARTE METALICA A MASINII înainte de a scoate furtunul pompei de alimentare din rezervorul de benzina. În acest mod simplu, corpul nu va mai contine electricitate statica în momentul în care pui busonul rezervorului la loc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petroleum Equipment Institute, împreuna cu alte organisme încearca sa avertizeze publicul de acest pericol. Pentru mai multe informatii consultati &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.pei.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pei.org/&lt;/a&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pei.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.pei.org/&lt;/a&gt;. Clicati pe centrul ecranului în zona « Stop Static » (« Opriti electricitatea statica »).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATENTIE : PE POMPELE DE ALIMENTARE DIN STATIILE DE CARBURANTI ESTE MARCAT INSEMNUL NU FOLOSTI TELEFONUL MOBIL IN TIMPUL ALIMENTARII (un desen cu un telefon barat) DAR NIMENI NU DA IMPORTANTA “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, cand am fost sa imi fac plinul, m-am uitat dupa acest semn de interzicere a telefonului mobil - si DA!, era acolo, sub cel ce indica interzis fumatul. Am inghitit in sec si ma intrebam daca imi va suna telefonul mobil acum :D&lt;br /&gt;Daca are cineva curaj sa vorbeasca la telefon in timp ce pune benzina sau daca a facut cineva asta - sa imi spuna si mie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma nu am auzit de nici un incident la noi in Romanitza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-6664014348314784961?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/6664014348314784961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=6664014348314784961' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/6664014348314784961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/6664014348314784961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/avertismentul-de-la-shell-oil-company.html' title='Avertismentul de la SHELL OIL COMPANY'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-1346527841395737225</id><published>2009-03-14T18:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:05:44.455+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atelierul funny'/><title type='text'>Mama :)</title><content type='html'>Motive pt care ii suntem datori mamei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mama m-a invatat SA APRECIEZ O TREABA BINE FACUTA&lt;br /&gt;"Daca vreti sa va omorati intre voi, mergeti afara. De-abia am terminat de facut curat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mama m-a invatat ce e RELIGIA&lt;br /&gt;"Roaga-te sa iasa pata aia din covor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mama m-a invatat ce e LOGICA&lt;br /&gt;"Pentru ca asa am zis eu,de-aia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mama m-a invatat MAI MULTA LOGICA&lt;br /&gt;"Daca cazi de pe hinta si iti rupi gatul, nu te mai iau cu mine in oras"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mama m-a invatat ce e IRONIA&lt;br /&gt;"Plangi in continuare, si o sa-ti dau eu motive pt care sa plangi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mama m-a invatat ce e CONTORSIONISMUL&lt;br /&gt;"Uita-te la murdaria de pe ceafa ta "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. Mama m-a invatat ce e VREMEA&lt;br /&gt;"Camera ta arata de parca a trecut o tornada prin ea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mama m-a invatat ce e IPOCRIZIA&lt;br /&gt;"Daca ti-am zis o data, ti-am zis de un milion de ori: Nu exagera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mama m-a invatat despre CICLICITATEA VIETII&lt;br /&gt;"Eu te-am facut, eu te omor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mama m-a invatat despre SCHIMBAREA COMPORTAMENTULUI&lt;br /&gt;"Nu te mai comporta ca taica-tau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mama m-a invatat ce e INVIDIA&lt;br /&gt;"In lume sunt milioane de copii mai putin norocosi care nu au parintii la fel de minunati cum ai tu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Mama m-a invatat ce e ASTEPTAREA&lt;br /&gt;"Asteapta numai pana ajungem acasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Mama m-a invatat ce inseamna A PRIMI&lt;br /&gt;"O sa ti-o primesti cand ajungem acasa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Mama m-a invatat ce e UMORUL&lt;br /&gt;"Cand o sa-ti tai degetele de la picioare jucandu-te cu masina de tuns iarba, sa nu alergi plangand la mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Mama m-a invatat CUM SA DEVIN UN ADULT&lt;br /&gt;"Daca nu mananci legume, nu o sa mai cresti niciodata"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Mama m-a invatat ce e GENETICA&lt;br /&gt;"Esti exact ca taica-tau"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Mama m-a invatat despre ARBORELE MEU GENEALOGIC&lt;br /&gt;"Inchide usa dupa tine. Ti de pare ca te-ai nascut intr-un cort?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Mama m-a invatat ce e INTELEPCIUNEA&lt;br /&gt;"Cand o sa fi de varsta mea, o sa intelegi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Si preferata mea, mama m-a invatat ce e JUSTITIA&lt;br /&gt;"Intr-o buna zi, o sa ai si tu copii. Si sper ca o sa fie exact ca si tine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a mother from 8 months and a half :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-1346527841395737225?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/1346527841395737225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=1346527841395737225' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1346527841395737225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1346527841395737225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/mama.html' title='Mama :)'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-8645249546679758897</id><published>2009-03-14T17:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:58:50.478+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frustrare personala/ Comedie generala'/><title type='text'>Letter to my undead grandmothers !</title><content type='html'>Dragele mele bunicute,&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;care, exceptand pozitia voastra in aceasta “famile” , ce va da dreptul la acest rol, din punct de vedere moral, etic, sentimental sau cum vreti voi – nu valorati absolut nimic.&lt;br /&gt;M-am gandit sa fac un gest de caritate si sa va usurez viata – desi v-as usura de dreptul la viata -  ca sa nu mai fiti nevoite sa va plangeti una alteia ca nu va bag in seama si sa va intrebati cu ce ati gresit !&lt;br /&gt;Sunteti doua bunicute “in afara definitiei “, de care, absolut nu imi pasa !&lt;br /&gt;Desi greselile voastre par a fi diferite, pana la un punct – ele cantaresc tot atat ! Ar fi bine sa incepeti sa intelegeti ca pentru mine nu sunteti decat doua persoane straine, ba chiar sa va bucurati de pozitia asta, baftoaselor . J Este prea tarziu sa vreau mai mult. Nu ma interesati, nu vreau absolut nimic de la voi si am sa va rog sa nu va mai obositi sa ma sunati lunar sau sa va afisati in fata ochilor mei – oricare ar fi motivul ! Ma simt foarte fericita ca nu o sa imi onorati nunta cu prezenta voastra divina. Si sper sa nu visati la vre’un rol de strabunicuta a copilului meu, pentru ca va asigur ca tot “in afara definitiei “ il veti juca !&lt;br /&gt;Desi dureros, vreau sa va aduc la cunostinta cateva dintre putinele voastre trasaturi comune, ca poate asa incetati sa mai aruncati cu noroi una intr’alta ; la fel de rele de gura si de egoiste, ati reusit amandoua sa ma privati de la dreptul de a avea macar un bunic al meu ! Tot ce tine de sex masculin in jurul vostru – ati avut grija sa incadrati la timpul “trecut “, si sa nu imi spuneti ca va doare…  Iar tot ce a mai ramas viu si graviteaza in aria voastra apasatoare, sunt precum niste sclavi pe care ii sugeti usor usor de tot sangele. Felicitari, intr-un fel sau altul puteti considera ca ati dus o viata de baroana J.&lt;br /&gt;Va sfatuiesc prieteneste sa va luati de mana, sa va acceptati una pe alta si sa ii multumiti lui Dumnezeu pentru un asa noroc – desi nu stiu cat mai tine :D. Nu omiteti ca exista riscul, ca pe viitor , sa ramaneti doar voi doua !&lt;br /&gt;Si acceptati ca sunt unica voastra nepoata comuna care nu va juca aceeasi hora !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hurei !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-8645249546679758897?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/8645249546679758897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=8645249546679758897' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/8645249546679758897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/8645249546679758897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/letter-to-my-undead-grandmothers.html' title='Letter to my undead grandmothers !'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-2027928571393049115</id><published>2009-03-14T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:53:11.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxime si reflectii'/><title type='text'>Feelings of the moment</title><content type='html'>BUT IS JUST ONE LIFE WE HAVE SO WE MUST DO SOMETHING GOOD WITH IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God i trust....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5,4, 3,2,1...going back in time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1...2.....3...4.....5....getting back in the present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.... 7...8....9.....10....a  short leap into the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10...9...8...7...6....5..... getting back in the present&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-2027928571393049115?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/2027928571393049115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=2027928571393049115' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/2027928571393049115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/2027928571393049115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/feelings-of-moment.html' title='Feelings of the moment'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-5905551373352036158</id><published>2009-03-14T17:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:51:35.601+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicatii'/><title type='text'>4 people on hi5.com</title><content type='html'>4 all those who don.t even know how to write corectly but instead they have discovered the internet and how to upload pictures on hi5 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dears, first of all, i feel pity for u!!! i hate those who think they are the top of the world, i dislike the persons that are dumb because they choose to, i don.t understand why some persons have to think about themselves that they are the center of the Universe....my dears..haven.t u ever heard about modesty?? How about the word....."reality" ?? Stop being such fools, stop pretending u are something u are not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;U should better start learning some grammar...do something good with your own life.....and do it right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope i haven.t hurt your feelings....but if u feel u are one of them...take it as an advice, not as an offence....if u feel u don.t belong to this category...leave a comment on this...or ignore it..i don.t really care!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-5905551373352036158?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/5905551373352036158/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=5905551373352036158' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/5905551373352036158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/5905551373352036158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/4-people-on-hi5com.html' title='4 people on hi5.com'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-896009776627619640</id><published>2009-03-14T17:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:46:10.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De prin lume adunate'/><title type='text'>Laptele care se vinde la cutii este reprocesat de pana la 5-6 ori</title><content type='html'>Am primit de la mama mea un mail :&lt;br /&gt;“Am primit ieri un e-mail pe care m-am gandit ca ar fi bine sa-l postez, sa afle cat mai multa lume: Stiati ca laptele care se vinde la cutii este reprocesat (de pina la 5 ori!) in cazul in care nu se vinde inainte de termenul de expirare?Laptele e trimis la fabrica si pasteurizat din nou... Cand cumperi lapte la cutii, uita-te pe fundul cutiei. Daca vrei sa cumperi lapte ne-reprocesat, nu cumpara lapte care are cifra 2, 3, 4 sau 5 .&lt;br /&gt;Initial am avut tendinta sa ignor acest mail, dar aseara in Carrefour, cand din curiozitate m-am uitat pe fundul cutiilor de lapte, am constatat ca majoriatatea aveau inscriptionate cifrele 2,3,4,5 si chiar 6. Si mai mare mi-a fost uimirea cand un lucrator de la raionul de lactate mi-a confirmat ca acele cifre reprezinta numarul de repasteurizari! !   Sa aveti o viata sanatoasa!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, seara am discutat pe baza acestui mail, si chiar am verificat cutiile de lapte din frigider.  Dar, am ajuns la o concluzie : daca este sa fie adevarat, nu cred ca, eu – firma Napolact, spre exemplu - , as procesa doar laptele la cutie si nu si pe cel de la punga!  Si, daca ar fi sa fie adevarat, nu cred ca este chiar atat de periculos privind sanatatea noastra – in fond, nu a murit nimeni pentru ca a baut lapte la cutie. In plus, este avizat de ministerul sanatatii – nu ca m-as increde in el, dar nici nu il reneg J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, la urma urmei – asta sa fie problema – la cate E-uri pap in fiecare zi, sa ma feresc de un lapte care expira :)) Stiti doar cum se numeste un lapte expirat, nu? Lapte batut J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb cei care sunt foarte atenti la dieta lor, ce o sa faca acum? Or sa-si cumpere o vaca ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beti lapte si nu Cola :!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-896009776627619640?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/896009776627619640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=896009776627619640' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/896009776627619640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/896009776627619640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/laptele-care-se-vinde-la-cutii-este.html' title='Laptele care se vinde la cutii este reprocesat de pana la 5-6 ori'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-1847966989395697481</id><published>2009-03-14T15:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:54:34.911+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atelierul funny'/><title type='text'>Bărbaţii sunt pur şi simplu nişte oameni mai fericiţi CU RASPUNS :))</title><content type='html'>1. Numele tău de familie rămâne neschimbat - DAR daca vrei sa nu il schimbi - nu il schimbi, tu ca femeie J Exista posibilitatea! Ba chiar si cea de a avea numele tau si al lui, ce se aplica si la el :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Garajul este al tău pe de-a-ntregul. - DAR cati au garaj, sa fim seriosi? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Planurile de nuntă se rezolvă de la sine – ADICA se ocupa socriisi nasii,  nici decum mireasa:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ciocolata este doar o altă gustare. - DAR crezi k pt femei ciocolata este un alt dumnezeu? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Poţi să devii preşedinte. – ASTA doar in visele fiecarui barbat; deci si femeile pot visa asta :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Niciodată nu poţi să fii gravid. – DAR nici nu vei cunoaste cele mai tandre momente incomparabile :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Poţi purta un tricou alb într-un parc acvatic. -SI noi, chiar ne place, ii incitam pe barbati - este ca un joc :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Poţi SĂ NU porţi nici un tricou într-un parc acvatic. - ASA e, eu port doar un sutien ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mecanicii de automobile îţi spun adevărul. –NU te increde in asta – daca esti barbat si te vad necunoscator, nu mai conteaza sex-ul si ti-o “trag”:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lumea întreagă este toaleta ta. Niciodată nu trebuie să conduci până la o altă staţie de benzină ca să cauţi o toaletă deoarece aceasta în care eşti este prea scârboasă. - MEREU am adorat sa ma usurez in natura, ba chiar sa fiu privita:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Nu trebuie să te opreşti să te gândeşti înspre ce parte trebuie să învârţi o piuliţă sau un şurub. – OARE toti stiu sa monteze o priza? :P eu stiu femei care stiu asta :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Acelaşi loc de muncă, salar mai mare. CHIAR te-ai uitat si la tine? :D Chiar ai salariul mai mare ?:)) Eu ii depasesc pe unii colegi ai mei ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ridurile adaugă caracter.. - DE accea saloanele sunt pline de barbati ce stau la coada pentru botox alaturi de femei :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Rochia de mireasă - $5000. Închirierea unui frac - $100 – DAR tu ai inchiriat cumva? :)) Iar rochia de mireasa trebuie platita de ginere :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Oamenii nu se holbează niciodată la pieptul tău atunci când vorbeşti cu ei. - DAR noua ne place asta, altfel nu am mai purta decolteuri ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pantofii noi nu taie, jenează sau mutilează piciorul. -  DAR eu stiu ca ai avut bataturi de la pantofii noi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. O singură dispoziţie sufletească mereu. - SI totusi nervosi ca pierde meciul, echipa lor favorita :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Conversaţiile telefonice se termină în exact 30 de secunde. - EXCEPTII ce se gasesc si la femei; chiar ai tu asa multe apeluri cu durata asta in memorycall?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Ştii tot felul de lucruri despre tancuri. – HAI sa intrebam 10 barbati la nimereala; eu stiu ca merg pe senile:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.O vacanţă de cinci zile necesită o singură valiză.-  ASTA pt. ca garderoba voastra este limitata:) daca ar fi lucrurile la fel de ieftine, ca ale noastre....cred ca ar fi mai multe umerase cu camasi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Poţi să-ţi deschizi toate borcanele. - SI eu, stii metoda cu cutitul, sau furculita?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Eşti copleşit cu laude pentru cel mai mic act de gândire. - TOTUL este o ironie; ca si cand te-ai bucura ca a facut catelul pipi unde trebuia :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Dacă cineva uită să te invite, el sau ea mai poate încă fi prietenul tău. - PENTRU ca, in disperarea de a nu ramane singuri, va abandonati personalitatea :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Lenjeria intimă costă $8.95 trei perechi. - eu am dat 2.5 euro pe un set de bikini si sutien, din franta , si este de firma :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Trei perechi de pantofi sunt mai mult decât suficiente. - DA, pt ca vin in completare alte 3 perechi de adidasi care  se schimba la 6 luni :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Nu ai aproape niciodată probleme cu cureluşa de pantof, în public. -  SLAVA domnului, cum ar putea arata curelusa pe un picior atat de gros si paros? ar mai fi sexy ?:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Nu eşti capabil să vezi cute pe hainele tale. - DE acceaexista vestitul gen de barbati care roaga mama sau sotia sa ii calce camasa de vreo trei ori pt ca li se pare ca areinca cute :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Totul de pe faţa ta rămâne în culoarea originală. – SI ce naspa va sta si simtiti cand aveti cosuri si nu aveti fond de ten sa le acoperiti :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Aceaşi freză ţine ani de zile, poate chiar decade. -ASTA doar in cazul barbatilor cu parul scurt, care alearga din trei in trei saptamani sa se tunda:)) noi putem sta 10 ani cu parul in crestere fara a fi nevoie sa il tundem si da si frumos – bodoaba capilara:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Trebuie să-ţi razi doar faţa şi gâtul. - SI subbrat si jos; ce noroc ca noua nu ne creste par pe fata si gat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Te poţi juca cu jucării toată viaţa ta. – VIBRATORUL este jucaria adorata a femeilor si nu are varsta:)) Ba chiar e ma eficient decat un PS3 :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Burta de obicei îţi ascunde şoldurile mari. – ASTA doar  din fata, pt ca atarna grotesc peste curea...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Un portofel şi o pereche de pantofi de o singură culoare pentru toate sezoanele - APOI un portofel sport pt tinuta de mers la fotbal sau tenis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Poţi purta pantaloni scurţi, indiferent de cum îţi arată picioarele - ORICINE poate :) si nu se vede la fel de urat - cracanate si cu par :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Poţi să-ţi "faci" unghiile cu un briceag. – EU folosesc o unghiera, parca si tu la fel :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ai libera alegere privitor la a-ţi lăsa mustaţă... DAR, daca decizi singur, s-ar putea sa nu mai fi pupat ci doar folosit “jos” pt. ca, gadila mai bine :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Poţi să faci cumpărăturile de Crăciun pentru 25 de rude în ziua de 24 decembrie în 25 de minute.. – de curand am ales 2 ceasuri drept cadou pt cumnatul si socrul meu; am vrut sa le platesc si sa plec dar am mai stat 30 de min. pt. a se decide si sotul meu :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No offense ! Pup u :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-1847966989395697481?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/1847966989395697481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=1847966989395697481' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1847966989395697481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1847966989395697481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/barbatii-sunt-pur-si-simplu-niste.html' title='Bărbaţii sunt pur şi simplu nişte oameni mai fericiţi CU RASPUNS :))'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-6316481184443441275</id><published>2009-03-13T20:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T17:54:38.348+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maxime si reflectii'/><title type='text'>Maxima momentului</title><content type='html'>Daca esti prost, ca sa iti dai seama ca esti prost, trebuie, totusi, sa iti mearga mintea ! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-6316481184443441275?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/6316481184443441275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=6316481184443441275' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/6316481184443441275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/6316481184443441275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/03/maxima-momentului.html' title='Maxima momentului'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1897927378505910077.post-4496361227616041180</id><published>2009-03-11T21:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:28:35.537+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De prin lume adunate'/><title type='text'>Un medic ginecolog de la Spitalul Universitar a fost agresat de soţul unei paciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Un doctor ginecolog de la Spitalul Universitar a fost agresat de un poliţist comunitar din Argeş. Poliţistul s-a enervat pentru că soţia sa nu a fost consultată prima de medic. În urma incidentului, poliţia a fost chemată la spital, iar oamenii legii au început o anchetă.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentul a avut loc la Ambulatoriul Spitalului Universitar, unde poliţistul comunitar şi-a adus soţia la un control de rutină. El a cerut medicului de gardă să nu mai ţină cont de programarea făcută, ci să o consulte pe soţia lui înaintea altor paciente.&lt;br /&gt;După ce medicul a refuzat, poliţistul l-a insultat şi l-a lovit pe ginecolog.&lt;br /&gt;La faţa locului a ajuns un echipaj al Secţiei de Poliţie 17 din Capitală care a început o anchetă în acest caz.&lt;br /&gt;Medicul a depus o plângere marţi, imediat după ce a intrat în posesia certificatului medico-legal.&lt;br /&gt;Şi poliţistul comunitar a depus o cerere penală împotriva doctorului, dar susţine că a retras-o, după ce medicul a făcut acelaşi lucru.&lt;br /&gt;Sursa: Realitatea TV&lt;/blockquote&gt;In alte surse, era mentionat si numele doctorului. Este vorba chiar de doctorul meu ginecolog care l-a adus pe lume pe baiatul meu. Este un om absolut minunat.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb, oare,  era un politist comunitar sau un caine comunitar?&lt;br /&gt;Ce merita sa ii faca doctorul ca rasplata, acum? 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Ea trebuie ajutata - dar nu cu intelegere si respect sau bunavointa, ci cu intelepciune. Unde intelepciune nu e, prostia invinge! 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border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(16, 16, 255); border-width: medium medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0in 4pt; margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 3.75pt;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" id="yiv846782266"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"   lang="IT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"    lang="IT"&gt;"O femeie din &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235572023_0"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; a scris pe un site finaciar cerand sfaturi despre cum&lt;br /&gt;sa gaseasca un sot bogat: deja acest fapt singur e distractiv, dar partea cea&lt;br /&gt;mai tare este ceea ce i-a raspuns un tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;*Ea*:&lt;br /&gt;Sunt &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o fata frumoasa ( &lt;/span&gt;mai mult, foarte frumoasa) de 28 ani. &lt;/span&gt;Sunt&lt;br /&gt;inteligenta si am multa clasa. As vrea sa ma casatoresc cu cineva care&lt;br /&gt;castiga minim jumate de milion de dolari pe an.&lt;br /&gt;Exista pe site-ul asta vreun barbat care sa castige atat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Sau sotii ale unor milionari &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;care &lt;/span&gt;pot sa-mi dea sfaturi pe aceasta tema? &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;avut deja relatii cu barbati care castigau 200 sau 250 mii $, dar acest&lt;br /&gt;lucru nu-mi permite sa locuiesc in &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235572023_1"&gt;Central Park West&lt;/span&gt;. Cunosc o doamna care&lt;br /&gt;face &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1235572023_2"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt; cu mine, care s-a casatorit cu un bancher bogat si traieste la&lt;br /&gt;Tribeca, nu e atat de frumoasa ca mine si nici macar atat de inteligenta.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca ma intreb, ce am facut ca sa merit acest lucru si de ce eu nu&lt;br /&gt;reusesc? Cum pot  sa ajung la nivelul ei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*EL*:&lt;br /&gt;Am citit e-mailul dvs cu mult interes, m-am gandit profund la cazul dvs si&lt;br /&gt;am elaborat un prospect al situatiei dvs.&lt;br /&gt;Va asigur ca nu va fac sa pierdeti timpul, deoarece castig 500 mii $ pe an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Clarificat acest lucru, consider faptele in urmatorul mod:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce dvs oferiti, vazut din perspectiva unui barbat ca acela pe care-l&lt;br /&gt;cautati e pur si simplu o afacere foarte proasta. &lt;/span&gt;Si acest lucru din&lt;br /&gt;urmatoarele motive:&lt;br /&gt;Lasand la o parte blablabla, ceea ce dvs oferiti e o negociere foarte&lt;br /&gt;simpla. Dvs oferiti frumusetea dvs fizica&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;iar eu ofer banii mei.&lt;br /&gt;Propunere foarte clara aceasta; dar exista o mica problema. &lt;span lang="IT"&gt;In mod sigur&lt;br /&gt;frumusetea dvs se va diminua putin cate putin si intr-o &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;va disparea, in timp&lt;br /&gt;ce e foarte probabil sa creasca progresiv contul meu in banca. Asadar in&lt;br /&gt;termeni economici&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; dvs sunteti un activ care sufera de depreciere in timp ce&lt;br /&gt;eu sunt un activ care produce dividen&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dvs nu numai ca suferiti o depreciere, aceasta e progresiva si creste in&lt;br /&gt;fiecare an! &lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Va explic mai bine: azi dvs aveti 28 de ani, sunteti frumoasa si&lt;br /&gt;veti continua sa fit&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; pt urmatorii 5/10 ani, dar din ce in ce mai putin. &lt;/span&gt;Si&lt;br /&gt;intr-o zi, cand veti observa o poza a dvs de azi va veti da seama ca ati&lt;br /&gt;devenit o pruna uscata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Acest lucru inseamna, in termeni de piata&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; ca azi sunteti bine cotata  in&lt;br /&gt;epoca&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; ideala sa fiti vanduta, nu cumparata. Utilizand un limbaj wall street&lt;br /&gt;cine va poseda azi&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; trebuie sa va puna in "trading position" pozitie de&lt;br /&gt;comert si nu "buy and hold" (cumpara si tine), cum se pare ca sugerati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Asadar in termeni comerciali, casatoria ("buy and hold") cu dvs nu e o&lt;br /&gt;afacere buna pe termen mediu/lung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In schimb inchirierea pe o anumita perioada poate fi chiar si din punct de&lt;br /&gt;vedere social o afacere inteleapta si am putea s-o luam in calcul. Am putea&lt;br /&gt;sa avem o relatie pt o anumita perioada. ..... Huuummm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="IT"&gt;Daca ma gandesc bine si ca sa ma asigur de cat sunteti de inteligenta, cu&lt;br /&gt;clasa si frumoasa, eu potential "client care inchiriaza" asa o "masina"&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; cer&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce este corect: sa facem un test drive.  &lt;/span&gt;Va rog sa stabiliti data si&lt;br /&gt;ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu stima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investitorul dvs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; America - tara liberului grai si a "practicism-ului" :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1897927378505910077-1102045943828765093?l=www.ironiquelife.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/feeds/1102045943828765093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1897927378505910077&amp;postID=1102045943828765093' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1102045943828765093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1897927378505910077/posts/default/1102045943828765093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ironiquelife.com/2009/02/fata-inteligenta-caut-barbat-cu.html' title='&quot;Fata inteligenta caut barbat cu salariul de 500 mii$ /an&quot;'/><author><name>SRA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10519273862883197554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17189308271263305500'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>