<?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-7576252312845705749</id><updated>2012-01-05T12:07:05.271+02:00</updated><category term='i give you...the tv'/><category term='fara cap si fara coada'/><category term='pt inceput'/><category term='short video'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='Regia Autonoma de Tergiversare a Bucurestenilor'/><title type='text'>Xilitol</title><subtitle type='html'>The sugar-free blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7576252312845705749.post-6856857431354806456</id><published>2008-05-23T15:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:12:31.970+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>Sa vad daca imi mai aduc aminte cum se asaza corect in pagina o scrisoare...ah...chiulul dintr-a 8a se simte. Oh well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Dragi cititori invizibili virgula&lt;br /&gt;               Draga blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau o schimbare. Gen...incep sa vreau sa imi fac blogul public? Adica vreau, dar dupa aia ma gandesc...cui i-ar pasa? Am un nume de blog ciudat, scriu rar, scriu prost, ma dau mare si nu vreau sa-mi fac un blogroll, ca toata lumea buna. Incep sa cred ca nu am standardele necesare pentru a fi blogger. Sau am baut prea mult aseara si azi migrena din mine abereaza. Ah. Ce am ajuns sa scriu din plictiseala. Pentru asta era Twitter, nu blogu'. Adica...ma simt datoare...daca imi fac blogul public si sa zicem...o sa fie citit...va trebui sa scriu mai des, dar pe mine ma doare in...cot? de ce scriu pe blog. Adica imi pasa, dar mi-e lene sa scriu chiar si saptamanal sau lunar, daramite zilnic. Pff. Ce porcarie. Ma duc la comic-urile mele. Sau la desenat.&lt;br /&gt;Aaa da.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Banc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cica intra un politist intr-o cofetarie ca sa-si cumpere ceva dulce pentru acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Se duce la vanzator si zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Nu va suparati, bomboane este ?&lt;br /&gt;Vanzatorul se uita la el asa mai ciudat si ii zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Domnule, bomboane SUNT !&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi iar se duce politistul sa-si ia ceva dulce de la aceeasi cofetarie:&lt;br /&gt;- Nu va suparati, caramele este ?&lt;br /&gt;Vanzatorul ofticat ii zice:&lt;br /&gt;- Domnule, caramele SUNT !!&lt;br /&gt;Se duce politistul acasa si cade pe ganduri:&lt;br /&gt;"Bai cred ca vanzatorul ala vrea sa ma faca atent sa vorbesc civilizat cu ...&lt;br /&gt;gata, asta e"&lt;br /&gt;A treia zi se duce politistul fericit la aceeasi cofetarie, cu fruntea sus si ii spune vanzatorului:&lt;br /&gt;- Fiti amabil, rahat sunt ?&lt;br /&gt;La care vanzatorul:&lt;br /&gt;- ESTI ca d-aia te-ai facut politist !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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nu, dar e in plan pt vara asta)&lt;br /&gt;12) Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16) Gone to a huge sports game&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20) Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 21) Changed a baby’s diaper (mda...)&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24) Gotten drunk on ( a lot of) champagne :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27) Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28) Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30) Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32) Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34) Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 35) Held a lamb (and ate it afterwards :)) kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath ( traiasca apanova)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40) Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44) Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45) Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47) Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48) 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) Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied(once)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53) Had amazing friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56) Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57) Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58) Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59) Rock climbing (fara echipament...sort of)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61) Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 64) 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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67) Bench pressed your own weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 68) Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69) Alphabetized your records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 71) Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;72) Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74) Scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 77) Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78) Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80) 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 (not yet- this blog is 100% reader-free)&lt;br /&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86) Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89) Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) Gotten engaged&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93) Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;br /&gt;95) Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98) 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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;102) 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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 105) Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;109) Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;111) Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;112) Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxie live&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118) Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 119) Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off (mda...:| )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125) Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126) Raised children.&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;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 134) …more than once? &lt;/strong&gt;- More than twice?&lt;br /&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;136) 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;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;145) 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 from 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) Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 157) Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158) Had major surgery&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;172) Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;173) 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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;178) Petted a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;180) Read The Iliad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt;&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;190) Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;191) Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&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) Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;196) Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197) Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;199) Written your own role playing game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200) Been arrested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-7135552363415678203?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/7135552363415678203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=7135552363415678203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/7135552363415678203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/7135552363415678203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/05/experiente.html' title='Experiente'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-5810570711110350521</id><published>2008-04-22T20:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:45:48.087+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara cap si fara coada'/><title type='text'>Viata m-a invatat ca...(1)</title><content type='html'>1. Anime-urile ( manga, japanese comic art or whatever) sunt doar niste telenovele puse pe seama unor personaje cu ochi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foarte&lt;/span&gt; mari si par &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dubios&lt;/span&gt; colorat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. De obicei, daca te prinde un prof chiulind de la ora lui, iese &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;urat&lt;/span&gt;. Daca te prinde chiulind de la ora lui si esti &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beat&lt;/span&gt;, vine cu tine sa-i faci cinste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Niciodata sa nu subestimezi puterea &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scotch&lt;/span&gt;-ului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cand vrei sa sochezi, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;uieste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cel mai eficace mod de a scapa de emo-manele-minimalisti este sa te holbezi la ei si sa le desprinzi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insignele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogurile&lt;/span&gt; si posturile altora sunt mai misto decat orice altceva ti-ar trece tie prin cap sa scrii vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Web comics provoaca mai multa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dependenta&lt;/span&gt; decat orice cola, tigari sau alcool (oarecum).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-5810570711110350521?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/5810570711110350521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=5810570711110350521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/5810570711110350521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/5810570711110350521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/04/viata-m-invatat-ca1.html' title='Viata m-a invatat ca...(1)'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-284357753235917701</id><published>2008-03-13T23:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:32:08.833+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara cap si fara coada'/><title type='text'>Daca n-ai timp sa faci ceva, fa-o tot timpul</title><content type='html'>Si mi-am promis sa scriu mai des pe blog. Si nu am timp. Asa ca o sa incerc sa o fac...tot timpul. Subiectele de discutie stau frumusel in draft, gata sa fie completate, dar lenea e mare. Asadar, chiar daca imi incalc unul dintre principiile de baza ale blogului, voi posta o leapsa citita pe multe bloguri. Dar mi se pare oarecum amuzanta. Este vorba de leapsa aia cu muzichie, cu shuffle-ul...stiti voi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din lipsa de winamp, am dat shuffle la iTunes si iata ce a iesit:&lt;br /&gt;(ca idee, am si melodii vechi pe care nu le-am sters asa ca nu orice gasiti scris pe acolo musai imi mai place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne- Complicated (corect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Gaudino- Destination Unknown (nasol...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prodigy- Firestarter ( i'm the firestarter, twisted firestarter :&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vama Veche- Vara Asta ( O.o I'm too young to die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.What is your best friend’s theme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink- Trouble (this thing is the oracle, i tell you:| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Griffin (Family Guy)- Can't touch me :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vama Veche- 18 ani (soseaua mea doar cu-n singur sens e mai rau ca DN1 duminica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smash Mouth- I'm a believer (am I not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Jones- You can leave your hat on (oops.. how did that get in there?:| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithless Ft. Estelle- Why go ( why not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Williams- Feel (of of of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemical Brothers- Galvanize (cred ca ar lesina mamaie daca ar asculta galvanize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith- I don't wanna miss a thing (apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna Summers- I will survive ( chiar vreau:))))) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vama Veche- Zmeul ( I'm teh zmeul zmeilor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers- Storm in a teacup ( fuck yeah! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182- The blowjob song ( trist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Williams- Kids (hell no:| )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorillaz- Tomorrow comes today ( me likey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons- Spider pig (...look oooout he is the spider pig! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...si ma simt nasol ca nu am postat ceva mai interesant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-284357753235917701?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/284357753235917701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=284357753235917701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/284357753235917701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/284357753235917701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/03/daca-n-ai-timp-sa-faci-ceva-fa-o-tot.html' title='Daca n-ai timp sa faci ceva, fa-o tot timpul'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-7550050193280330091</id><published>2008-02-07T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T17:03:45.392+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara cap si fara coada'/><title type='text'>My Evilness</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.&lt;br /&gt;Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwhahahahahahahahahaha !!! (sunt constienta ca ideea a fost si leapsa pe alte bloguri, dar asta nu ma impiedica sa-mi sustin punctul de vedere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multa vreme, multa lume mi-a spus ca sunt rea(si inca imi mai spun). Tough shit. Acum am ocazia de a arata ceea ce sunt. Si da, am raspuns sincer la intrebari. 64 % nu mi se pare un capat de tara si nu ma consider cea mai rea persoana. Si ce daca uneori arunc din greseala smoala fierbinte si cuie pe pisicile din fata blocului? (Sunt sigura ca orice cetatean ingrijorat de numarul felinelor din subsolul blocului ar face asta.) Sau ca nu vreau sa dau locul din tramvai unei pitipoance ingreunate de povara gentutei cu paiete? Rautatea poate fi si buna uneori. Si tot rautatea te invata sa spui "nu" cand vrei sa spui "da". Dar, ca sa nu intram in discutii filozofice despre rautate, ma voi opri aici si ma voi intoarce la cartea mea favorita, "101 metode de a transa pisici".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-7550050193280330091?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/7550050193280330091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=7550050193280330091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/7550050193280330091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/7550050193280330091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-evilness.html' title='My Evilness'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-3222196933137143880</id><published>2008-01-25T21:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:00:09.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regia Autonoma de Tergiversare a Bucurestenilor'/><title type='text'>RATB- Inceputuri</title><content type='html'>CHEERS! to this post (and many more to come)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa incepe primul meu post despre minunata incursiune zilnica si mirobolanta aventura a Regiei Autonome de Transport Bucuresti, un taram de basm in care raul invinge intotdeauna binele. Sau era invers? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare zi dai peste oameni deosebiti si pe care-i vei tine minte o vreme( asta daca dai nas in nas zilnic in troleu). De exemplu povestioara de astazi, din tramvai, m-a facut sa meditez vreo ...10 secunde...asupra tiganilor si a analfabetismului intalnit la acestia. Urc in tramvai. Decent de aglomerat. Doua tinere de etnie rroma(aka tiganci care insumeaza 3 puradei/persoana) se asezasera abuziv pe doua scaune si vorbeau in legea lor, tare si tiganeste. Dupa un timp, incepe un interesant schimb de replici in limba noastra mama, romana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 1: " Phaaaa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 2: " She'i pha?"&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 1: " Phai hi-am hamintit ha htre hsa cobo-h-ram lah mos-hi-lor"&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 2: " Da' de she mancatiash? "&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 1: " Phai a zhis Mershedesu( serios!) ca sa ieu tilifon si pe mos-hi-lor ie c-honecs"&lt;br /&gt;(Puradeii in numar de 3 chicotesc)&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 2: " Phaaa...si she tilifon hiei?"&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 1: " Da' nustu pha...(pauza)....un nochia cu manele"&lt;br /&gt;(Rrommy 2 + puradeii chicotesc)&lt;br /&gt;Rrommy 1: "Da' nu conteaza...sa fhie d'ala scump...si h-auriu"&lt;br /&gt;Puradeii in cor: "Da si cu gutzaaaaa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deznodamant: tigancile coboara la Mosilor, pierzandu-si urmele printre oameni( si puradeii printre fuste). Iubesc tramvaiul. Intotdeauna ma binedispune/indispune prin oamenii care calatoresc cu el. As mai avea multe de povestit, dar toate la timpul lor. Sa calatoriti bine!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-3222196933137143880?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/3222196933137143880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=3222196933137143880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/3222196933137143880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/3222196933137143880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/01/ratb-inceputuri.html' title='RATB- Inceputuri'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-5469202386610665686</id><published>2008-01-25T21:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:51:58.335+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara cap si fara coada'/><title type='text'>Cum sa devii EMO in 10 pasi simpli</title><content type='html'>Esti suparat/a ca ti-ai rupt unghia? Simti ca nu-ti gasesti stilul potrivit si esti in urma? Eziti intre manele si minimale? Ei bine, atunci este cazul sa devii EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invata cum sa spargi frontierele in doar 10 pasi simpli. Iata un ghid scurt si obiectiv despre cum sa devii o persoana unica si trendy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freza.&lt;/span&gt; Ca sa te remarce lumea, trebuie sa ti vada de la o posta unicitatea. Nu te teme si vopseste-te cu incredere in culori placute ca verde, albastru, roz sau de ce nu, alb metalizat. Doar esti rebel si trebuie sa te afirmi (sau sa ii demonstrezi unui cocos ca-virgula- creasta ta e mai colorata). Si ca totul sa fie cu adevarat emo, frezei nu trebuie sa-i lipseasca BRETONUL(este vital). Asimetric (si facut de zici ca e taiat de un orb cu un fierastrau electric si Parkinson), bretonul obligatoriu trebuie inecat in fixativ. Altfel isi pierde farmecul. Si mirosul. (Bonus tip: in final, parul ar trebui sa arate negru cu suvite, lins si nespalat. Scuteste-te de efort. Nu te mai spala. Natural e cel mai bine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hainele.&lt;/span&gt;(Key word: negru.) Partea buna e ca nu trebuie sa-ti iei haine sclipicioase si scumpe din mall. Partea proasta e ca, well, majoritatea cumparaturilor se vor face la raionul de copii(si acolo cu noroc).&lt;br /&gt;Blugii/pantalonii de orice fel trebuie sa fie stramti. Lipiti de corp. O a doua piele, daca vrei. Neaparat negri pentru ca toata lumea stie ca negrul este culoarea suferintei, iar tu suferi. In partea de sus, maieuri si bluze cu 3, chiar 4 numere mai mici daca se poate( un plus de stil daca ai 1.50 si 70 de kg). Ca incaltaminte, nu te lua dupa toti amatorii. Remember, esti atat de unic incat nu numai ca iti iei conversi, dar ii iei si culoarea ta preferata si originala: negru. (Bonus tip: accesoriile ideale sunt insignele cu mesaje foarte patrunzatoare, ca"Emo". Si sa nu uitam de pierce-uri, unde dictonul "less is more" nu are ce cauta. De la urechi la limba, un kilogram de metal e oricand binevenit. De asemenea, ochelarii dreptunghiulari cu rama groasa neagra sunt un must-have, chiar daca nu suferi de miopie( vei suferi in curand pentru ca o sa vezi doar cu un ochi din cauza bretonului).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muzica. &lt;/span&gt;Desigur ca au fost multe dezbateri in legatura cu genul de muzica pe care "emoistii" (adica tu si alti &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ratati)&lt;/span&gt; oameni originali) il asculta. Unii zic ca e o combinatie intre punk si rock, altii zic ca e ceva nou si, ati ghicit, unic. Asa ca a aparut genul muzical emo pentru a-i multumi pe toti (si din astea: emocore, hardcore emo, soft emo, punk emo, manele emo). Si ca ciupercile dupa ploaie, si trupele aferente(nu le enumar, gugaluieste-le daca vrei). Ideea de baza e ca TU trebuie sa ai un mp3/iPod/megafon/pick-up pe care sa-l umpli pana la refuz cu muzica ta _______&lt;- insert "original" synonym here. Dat la maxim, in cateva saptamani volumul muzicii va face ravagii asupra urechii interne, dar nu asta conteaza. (Bonus tip: un adevarat emo isi va face si taieturi pe incheietura in timpul auditiilor).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atitudinea.&lt;/span&gt; In fond, totul se rezuma la comportament. Fara asta, ai fi mediocru. Tine minte, emo vine de la emotional. Dar tu nu te opresti aici. Nu. Tu intruchipezi tristetea. Suferinta este al doilea prenume al tau. Pseudonimul este ura iar porecla- rebelul. Invatacel, trebuie sa te obisnuiesti cu aceste sentimente. Ura, suparare, amaraciune, chin, nemultumire, refuz...ce mai...esti atat de indurerat incat se intreaba lumea cum de mai traiesti. Si foarte important: tu esti singurul care sufera. Nimeni nu simte ce simti tu. Esti rejectat de societate si nimeni nu te intelege. Esti o enigma umblatoare. Un paradox pe doua picioare. (Bonus tip: fii UNIC, independent, sinucigas, anarhist si teribilist. Tu nu ai prieteni, dar in schimb traiesti pentru vizitele regulate pe la TNB in care sa-ti afisezi noua insigna. Sau poate doar iti face placere sa provoci atacuri de cord pensionarilor. Oricare ar fi cauza, EMO este stilul care te avantajeaza si te face original, just like everybody else).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The final touch.&lt;/span&gt; Degeaba esti EMO daca nu dai sfoara-n tara ca suferi, right? Slava Domnului ca s-a inventat hi5-ul. Si ca, fiind gratis, orice blonda cu poze facute in baie sau baietel cu cosuri si pectorali isi poate face un cont, devenind vedeta peste (poate) noapte. Asa ca, de ce sa nu profiti de aceasta minune dumnezeiasca si sa te faci remarcat? Pasii sunt simpli, nu-i mai insir aici. Tot ce trebuie sa retii sunt urmatoarele: alege un nume socant ( gen MiSeRabLeEmO Life &lt;3 -- neaparat litere mici si mari alternate) si un profil cat mai negru, cu mici nuante roz, ca totusi nu esti goth, nu? De asemenea, pune poze in care se vede juma' de converse prafuit si muuult par. Mergi la sigur, baga si o poza cu TNB pe fundal. Apoi, vinde-ti viata, demnitatea si respectul ramas pentru a cersi commenturi, promitand ca le vei returna.  Bravo, invatacel, ai ajuns la jumatatea ghidului. Daca ai respectat tot ce scria mai sus, incepi sa arati si sa te porti ca un emo veritabil. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) - 10)  Autorul si-a taiat venele prin spanzurare deoarece si-a dat seama ca nimeni nu-l iubeste. Trist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-5469202386610665686?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/5469202386610665686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=5469202386610665686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/5469202386610665686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/5469202386610665686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/01/cum-sa-devii-emo-in-10-pasi-simpli_855.html' title='Cum sa devii EMO in 10 pasi simpli'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-4852132160092480987</id><published>2008-01-13T02:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:27:41.302+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short video'/><title type='text'>Lie detector test</title><content type='html'>Cu riscul de a parea neserioasa(din postul anterior- cand am zis ca orice blogger tre' sa aiba video), va dau un filmulet( scurt-12 secunde-nu'i problema) care mie mi se pare foarte tare, frate. Tocmai prin simplitate. Comic, scurt si la obiect. Cand l-am vazut prima data m-am cacat pe mine de ras vreo juma' de ora( si eu rad la putine lucruri in general). Asa ca, enjoy ! Si cu sonor, ca altfel, degeaba mai vedeti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC2AQl-OiKA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC2AQl-OiKA&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca e genial? Mie intotdeauna mi-au placut Simpsonii, tata ii uraste pentru ca ...nu stiu de ce sincer. Altii compara The Simpsons cu Family Guy. Ambele sunt prea tari si ar trebui sa "let them be"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-4852132160092480987?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/4852132160092480987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=4852132160092480987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/4852132160092480987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/4852132160092480987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/01/lie-detector-test.html' title='Lie detector test'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-6928247040444709018</id><published>2008-01-13T02:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:02:52.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara cap si fara coada'/><title type='text'>Constatari</title><content type='html'>In caz ca publicul meu imaginar nu a constatat, mie imi place mai mult sa citesc bloguri decat sa le scriu, dar nu ma dau batuta( in straFUNDUL meu, vreau sa fiu mandra de un blog cat mai mare).&lt;br /&gt;Si astfel, io, mica, n-am cum sa nu observ asemanari intre bloggeri, oricat de originali ar fi ei in gandire (mama am zis-o de parca eu nu m-as incadra aici- faza e ca momentan chiar nu ma incadrez decat ca titlu). Iata lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Orice blogger care se respecta trebuie sa faca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;-uri la tot ce i se pare lui de-a dreptul fascinant. Corect. Doar ca unii merg prea departe si din doua in doua cuvinte, pac! baga un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt; (care fie vorba intre noi, ori e o prostie care a fost stearsa de pe acel site ori vreun alt blogger de calibru). Ca sa nu ma vorbesc de posturile care au niste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;-uri atat de lungi incat pana termini de citit un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt; te pierzi cu totul in post. Dar asta face diferenta intre un blogger "de meserie" cum s-ar spune si un wannabe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Orice blogger, indiferent de natura sa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trebuie &lt;/span&gt;sa dea si sa primeasca in aceeasi masura leapse/lepsuri/lepse/lepsalicious/whatever. Unele sunt amuzante, dar cand ii vezi cum se lauda "am primit o leapsa de la xulescu si trebuie sa o onorez". Dar ce, esti avocat/notar? Numai ei "onoreaza" vreo cerere si de asta primesc "onorariu". Si sa nu te puna sfantul sa nu onoresti leapsa lu' ala ca ai pus-o( in teorie, in practica nu doare pe nimeni). Dar am dedus pana la urma ca leapsa a fost "inventata" de vreun om fara ocupatie care nu stia despre ce sa mai scrie in blog asa ca si-a intrebat prietenii. Trendy, nu? Daca ai juca leapsa in spatele blocului, ai fi mediocru. Asa, cand te "lepsuiesti" pe blog...e tare...nu? (subconstientul meu aseamana totusi leapsa cu un mass bun, no idea why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Inca o lege sfanta ar fi blogroll-ul. Neaparat si musai trebuie sa ai bloggeri in blogroll pentru a arata lumii ca ai prieteni virtuali si ca nu esti singur. Ca te citeste poporul. Ca ai prestanta. Ca ai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trafic&lt;/span&gt;. Cuvant cu greutate. Cu cat mai multi, cu atat mai bine. Desigur, tu nu cunosti nici jumatate din lista aia, dar ei sunt "prietenii tai virtuali" din "blogosfera". Ce cuvinte impresionante. Mai ca imi plange neuronul, bai baieti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ei si ajungem si la ce e mai kinky (nu?) printre bloggeri. Evenimente mondene, scandaluri, calatorii, recenzii de carti, nimic nu le scapa. Asa cum se spune "nu esti om pana nu faci o casa, un copil si plantezi un pom" asa si eu zic " nu esti blogger pana nu ai poze, statistici si cel putin un video de pe iutub". O fi asa, n-o fi, i couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur ma voi alege cu comentarii gen "si tu esti blogger lolz". Da, sunt blogger, dar cred(sper) ca mai am putina demnitate ramasa cat sa nu incep si eu cu leapse aiurea si n-spe' mii de linkuri. Daca voi face asta, imi voi da una-doua in cap si voi sterge posturile acelea. Si repet ce-am spus mai sus: imi place sa citesc anumite bloguri, dar pentru ca eu sunt asa cum sunt, nu le voi scrie link-ul aici, ci eventual intr-un loc mai bun si mai vizibil pentru ca merita( desi eu cred ca "ad labam" e mai eficient- nu va ganditi la prostii). Pentru acest an imi doresc la cat mai multe posturi si(sper) mai interesante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-6928247040444709018?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/6928247040444709018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=6928247040444709018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/6928247040444709018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/6928247040444709018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/01/constatari_13.html' title='Constatari'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-7862481969350095385</id><published>2008-01-12T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:18:20.840+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara cap si fara coada'/><title type='text'>2008 resolutions and other bothering facts.</title><content type='html'>Pai. La multi ani! (nu va lasati covarsiti de imaginatie)...iata ce m-a frecat pe mine in 2007 (si am vaga banuiala ca vor continua si in 2008) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Unii oameni. Pe mine m-au exasperat. Pardon, nu unii oameni, ci chestii-ce-se-vor-a- fi-emancipate. Pe scurt, dobitoci. Ca urmare, de acum incolo nu voi mai folosi limbaj de messenger. Am ajuns la aceasta hotarare din doua motive: 1) dupa ce am vazut in ce hal arata posturile anterioare (si e deprimant pentru cat de scula pe bascula ma vreau) si 2) de ceva vreme chiar nu mai suport persoanele care scriu, pe langa prescurtat in prostie, incorect. Incorect cu draci. S-a dus pana si mama ei de gramatica sau vocabular primar. Daca nu ati vazut inca asemenea tampenii (pentru ca cititi CARTI scrise CORECT si nu pseudo-dialoguri in care nu intelegi nimic), va voi arata 2 exemple, unul in romana, unul in engleza, ca sa vedeti diferenta: niciuna. Iata : "OMFG!!!1! ay vz frt kt d kwl snt in plm tr s fy f t4r3 (tare) k s scry asha cv" (scuze, nu mi-a venit altceva-oricum eu nu vorbeam asa nici inainte, puneam doar "k" or shit). Si in engleza: "ROTFL!!!!1 (1 la semnul exclamarii-priceless si nelipsit) omg u guyz r t00taly gr8 i luv u &lt;3 im 2 hut 4 u so stfu" ... ... ... mai grav este ca nu am exagerat( prea mult) cu asta...chiar exista, and they're out there. De asemenea doresc sa salut si persoanele care cred ca o cratima este sub nivelul lor de intelect sau care scriu doar cu litere mici/MARI pentru ca asa sunt ei, unici si independenti, la fel ca toti ceilalti. Dar despre messenger voi blagoslovi in alt post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ca sa nu mai scriu posturi kilometrice, voi incerca sa le combin pe restul aici, urmand sa le dezbat pe viitor. Ratb, masini, politisti, claxoane, semafoare, prostie, pisici, profi, limba latina, groupies, maneaua si babele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa enumeram si motivele pentru care 2007 a fost un an bun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) am invatat multe lucruri, printre care cum sa fluier si sa fac baloane dintr-0 singura guma Orbit ( nu ca m-as mandri cu asta).&lt;br /&gt;2) mi-am facut acest blog ( nu ca m-as mandri cu asta).&lt;br /&gt;3) .&lt;br /&gt;4) a crescut audienta otv-ului odata cu "misterioasa" elodia si "sex-simbolul" cioaca (hip hip houraay pentru dan diaconescu)&lt;br /&gt;5) la la&lt;br /&gt;6) inca un an de mircea badea. (Se stie ca orice blogger care se respecta trebuie sa faca referire la acest personaj mitic dintr-un motiv sau altul, iar eu nu sunt mai cu mot, da?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-7862481969350095385?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/7862481969350095385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=7862481969350095385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/7862481969350095385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/7862481969350095385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-resolutions-and-other-bothering_12.html' title='2008 resolutions and other bothering facts.'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-5505376937270754342</id><published>2007-12-27T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:28:35.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>december post</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...first of all...Craciun fericit, blogule ! bla bla...in fiecare an aceeasi poveste frate :|...coada la carrefour, accidente, sarmale, friptura, brad, alte sarmale, indigestie, spitale, alti brazi, luminitze, beculetze, inca 2 cozi la magazine...si am uitat sa zic sarmale, nu? :D Don't get me wrong, imi plac sarmalele, chiar am mancat vreo 8, cred, dar frate O.o pur si simplu nu inteleg  de ce trebuie sa bagi in tine ca prostu sau k romanu' :&gt; pana ajungi in plm la spital...adica...chill frate, mai ai sarbatori in an...Paste, Sf. multi de tot...De ce bagam in noi fix acum...ramane un mister :|...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei, sa ne legam si de partea mai putin practica a lucrurilor...eu am o boala pe multe chestii, dar daca ma intrebi ce ma freaca cel mai mult in perioada asta...kkt, tot gasesc prea multe :| intr-o ordine aleatorie...n-am putut sa nu remarc bradul. Care brad? De la Unirii. Este frumos si inutil :| Sau daca prin util intelegi ca papa curent cat un cazino din Las Vegas( dar nu si acelasi profit), atunci da, e util. Traim intr-o tara cu prea putine lumini pe strada, sau semafoare, but who gives a fuck? Avem cel mai tare brad din Europa, nu? :&gt; Alte probleme ar fi parcarile, sistemul de invatamant, medicamentele lui Vadim si chiar ziua de maine ^.^ M-am plictisit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar de ce sa ne incarcam mintea cu ganduri mohorate mai ceva ca vremea? Sa nu uitam, copii, a venit Craciunul, right? Oamenii sunt mai buni, mai iertatori si in general e o atmosfera mirifica, de sarbatori, nu? ^.^ Wrong! N-am sa stau sa enumar toate chestiile care imi vin in minte, dar lucruri precum brazii nevanduti care ajung lemne de foc sau grila de programe de Craciun a protv-ului sunt, pur si simplu, infricosatoare :| Adica, ajungi si tu acasa ca omul, mananci o sarma dupa ce te-au sictirit toate problemele cotidiene+ traficul in preajma sarbatorilor( care e un bonus) si zici "Ba, ia sa vedem ce e pe la tv" si descoperi cu stupoare ca emisiuni ca "Dansez pt tine" sau "Sunt roman deci ma distrez" :| ti-au acaparat tv-ul de diagonala 82 si nu vor sa se termine prea curand. Te dai batut si zici sa impodobesti bradul, sa pui un colind ceva...asta pana manelarii de la 2 baga casetofonul pe balcon si baga niste copil minune la maxim :&gt; That just made your day, huh? Asta e un exemplu, ca multe altele(chiar mai grave), a ceea ce se poate petrece de Ajun. Hai ca am obosit, trebuie sa ma pregastesc de Revelion :&gt; Ma duc la Vanghelie la Romexpo. Fortza sarmaua!? paaa :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-5505376937270754342?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/5505376937270754342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=5505376937270754342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/5505376937270754342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/5505376937270754342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-post.html' title='december post'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-9114395036397513360</id><published>2007-10-30T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:08:42.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i give you...the tv'/><title type='text'>a fost odata...nu mai e...</title><content type='html'>A fost odata ca niciodata un lucru care deosebea omul de ...well...restul. Si acel lucru era ratiunea. Si ce se gandeste el, omul? Hai sa fac ceva k plm, ma plictisesc. Si astfel a aparut televizorul( si televiziunea, pro tv, apocalipsa etc.). Aceasta subjugare n-a fost de ajuns. Exact. A aparut publicitatea la tv. Eu, recunosc, sunt devorator de publicitate. Imi place sa ma uit la reclame bune, care au sens si te fac sa gandesti sau sa razi. Nu sa cumperi produsul ala ca prostu. Dar astfel de reclame sunt aproape un vis pt Romania. La noi, pana nu vezi de 10 ori in pauza de 15 minute in "prime-time" la antena 1(sau orice post comercial de 2 bani) o reclama la bere ciucas sau la activia, nu te simti implinit...Pe bune...vreau sa atrag atentia asupra unor reclame de-a dreptul idioate...mi-a fost foarte greu dar am facut un top al celor mai penibile reclame la tv, care nu numai ca dureaza destul de mult, dar te "indeamna" sa nu cumperi. Iata un clasament provizoriu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Incearca si tu timp de 14 zile. Suna cunoscut? Mda, reclama la activia nu m-ar deranja atat de mult daca ar fi difuzata doar de 2 ori pe zi. Dar nu. Plus ca, sa fim seriosi, ce reclama e aia in care o tipa povesteste despre senzatia de balonare? :| e putin scarbos...cu iaurtul n-am nimic, chiar e misto ala cu musli si piersici :P&lt;br /&gt;5) Liniste. Deodata doua voci de copii te trezesc din eterna plictiseala : "nu-mi pasa de...bla bla...doar salaaam infaantis...salaaam infantiiis"dupa care o tipa zice"bun sa-l tii minte"...urechea interna face stop cardiac daca ai volumul mai tare...Anyway, is it just me sau copii din ziua de azi au la bani de ii doare in punga de chipsi si in cola light? So much for home-made sandwiches...Ifantis. Bun sa ti-l bagi in fund si sa devii prof de latina (nevermind.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Iata un exemplu bun de romanism autentic. Sucul Adria. Nu stiu daca ati vazut reclama dar e tipicul familiei sarace, cu mama casnica si doi copii. Mi se face mila de reclama. E atat de banala si de tampita.&lt;br /&gt;3) Razboiul stelelor.Pardon, al pensiilor private: ING, Aviva, BCR, AIG, Generali si mi-e lene sa-mi amintesc...oricum, locul 3 este clar disputat intre Aviva si ING. Buget generos-reclama tampita. Cauza-efect.&lt;br /&gt;2) Prepunem cazul ca nu ai vazut reclama in viata ta. Cum ar fi sa stai pe o patura in munti, cu o halba de bere in mana si cu un cerb cu o grafica de cacat care canta despre cat de frumoasa e viata? Punct. Iti poti imagina ceva mai idiot? Daca nu, eu iti pot demonstra contrariul. Reclama urmatoare.&lt;br /&gt;1) Iata-ne ajunsi la finalul topului(sau cel putin asa ai crede). Locul 1 este atat de cerut, incat mi-a fost imposibil sa acord acest distins loc unei singure reclame. Pt locul intai se bat patru reclame. Mie mi se par toate super varza. Iti ramane tie sa-ti alegi preferata.&lt;br /&gt;Una este cea de la Flanco, unde o chestie care aduce a om striga "Baaaaa! Ce preturi blana si-au tras astiaaa baaaa! Neam de neamu vostru n-a vazut asa ceva" :|...well i'll be damned...asa reclama mai rar vezi...de ce sa faci ceva banal cand poti sa demonstrezi ca esti mai penibil ca altex? remarcabil. Sa nu fim carcotasi, chestia cu "da halatu cat e?" a devenit simbol national. Merge.&lt;br /&gt;Alta reclama din ciclul "omul cat traieste invata" este despre un pui. Nu "zboara puiule zboara" ci alt pui...mai adolescent. Era odata un pui. Puiul nu avea succes la gaini aka gagici. Ofticat, se duce la ma-sa. Ma-sa, intelegatoare, ii da ceva. Un prezervativ. Asta mandru nevoie mare se duce la gaini si se...ati inteles. Daca nu, esti tocilar. Get a life. Ok, deci apar mai multe intrebari. Este normal? Exista prezervative pt pui de gaina? Au gainile atata constiinta? Sau cel mai important: ce retard fara minte si mandrie se duce la maica-sa ca sa ia prezervative?...misterul ramane, la fel ca si marca no-name de 2 bani.&lt;br /&gt;Inca o reclama care indubitabil(da,stiu ce inseamna.tu stii?) isi cere locul 1 este cea la o bautura alcoolica numita "Crai". Adica un tip se plictiseste de laba in baie si zice "hai sa beau"...si hopa, nu e alcoolu.Unde e? Sub nevasta-sa de 1 tona care doarme pe fotoliu. Umbra lui de minte ce zice? Hai sa inscenez un cutremur. Zguduie lampa, da totul pe jos, sparge vitrina ceausista si fuge. Nevasta-sa face infarct si sare pe geam. Asta se intoarce si isi ia sticla de pe fotoliu. Ok...dar omule, ce aveai daca o trezeai p-aia? Si doi la mana, cat de prost poti sa fii sa sari pe geam cand e cutremur? People amaze me daily. Ah, si la sfarsit cica: " Crai. Mai bine cumpara doua."&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, imbecilitatea din reclamele de la CNA(eu stiu doua): una in care o fetita blonda roz pe la 7 ani vede un baiat mic si mucos in metrou(frate, 7 ani?!? wtf...). Se apuca de bara din mijloc si ii face lu ala un striptease de pana si alea de pe centura ar fi invidioase. Si a doua reclama e cu un baiat(poate tot ala mic din metrou) care trebuie sa taie tortul de ziua lui. Si asta ce face? Ia cutitul in doua maini si "macelareste" tortul exact ca Mel Gibson pe un soldat britanic in "Patriotul"(oare de acolo s-a inspirat pustiu? ca deh...CNA)...dupa care, ca si cand n-ar fi fost deplasat deja, baga cutitul intr-un urs de plus.Isi da seama de fapta si se uita f mirat.&lt;br /&gt;Am un mesaj pt CNA: angajati pe altcineva pt reclame. Zau, e grav. Am impresia ca ala ce a facut reclama a avut o copilarie taaare grea, chiar daca la tv avea doar ceausescu...&lt;br /&gt;Acestea fiind zise...mai multe decat credeam cand am inceput post-ul...va urma si unul cu reclame acceptabile si cat de cat bune de la noi...pana atunci...pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-9114395036397513360?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/9114395036397513360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=9114395036397513360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/9114395036397513360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/9114395036397513360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2007/10/fost-odatanu-mai-e.html' title='a fost odata...nu mai e...'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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-7576252312845705749.post-1909912350330104165</id><published>2007-10-24T20:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:58:16.160+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pt inceput'/><title type='text'>my first post :D</title><content type='html'>Voiam sa-l incep de ziua mea, dar in fine...hello and welcome to my blog (in caz k se oboseste cineva sa-l citeasca---nu l-am facut pt k e "cool" ci k sa-mi exprim parerile-aviz fitzosilor)...asadar, iata unele dintre numeroasele subiecte pe care le am in cap si pe care le voi dezbate:&lt;br /&gt;1)despre viata noastra dubioasa de zi cu zi&lt;br /&gt;2)despre Bucuresti, orasul tuturor posibilitatilor&lt;br /&gt;3)despre RATB, Apanova si alte chestii care ne fac viata mai implinita&lt;br /&gt;4)despre filme.filme bune.seriale bune. si nu ma refer la ce vedem la tv la noi(din pacate)&lt;br /&gt;5)despre publicitate si advertising in romanicutza&lt;br /&gt;6)despre liceu si sistemul scolar, manca-l-ar mama(din care fac si eu parte)&lt;br /&gt;7)despre muzica( am zis muzica, da? nu manele...beware :| )&lt;br /&gt;8)despre chestii cu adevarat misto care ne fac sa zambim si sa ne bucuram k existam(chestii optimiste)&lt;br /&gt;9)sunt deschisa la idei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7576252312845705749-1909912350330104165?l=xilitol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/feeds/1909912350330104165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7576252312845705749&amp;postID=1909912350330104165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/1909912350330104165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7576252312845705749/posts/default/1909912350330104165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xilitol.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-post-d.html' title='my first post :D'/><author><name>Xilitol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793682256273487056</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></feed>
