<?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-36161647773938985</id><updated>2011-10-16T15:16:19.855+03:00</updated><category term='vazut/citit/auzit'/><title type='text'>snandreea</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweet Escape</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-3437738315483360766</id><published>2009-03-25T00:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:38:37.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldatii si civilii, cei doi prieteni buni ai Laurei Andresan</title><content type='html'>Eu cred ca Laura Andresan este o femeie foarte proasta, care, in general, nu face altceva decat sa se alature cu succes categoriei de femei care ne fac rasa de rusine pe la televizor. Ma refer aici la pitzipoancele cu statut de vedeta din showbizz-ul romanesc actual. Numai ca Laura Andresan e de-a dreptul oripilanta. Am vazut-o aseara la "Un show pacatos", 15 min, ca atat am rezistat sa ma uit. Dar a fost suficient si sfertul ala de ora ca sa aflu ca Laura a scris o carte, pe care ea o numea "visul vietii ei", in care isi povesteste experientele sexuale cu diferite persoane mai mult sau mai putin influente, mai mult sau mai putin barbati. Adica si cu femei, carevasazica.&lt;br /&gt;Personal, sunt profund ingretosata. E total dizgratios pentru o femeie sa se laude cu cati si in ce fel a facut ce a facut. Si cum naiba sa fie visul vietii tale scrierea unei carti in care iti povestesti viata sexuala? Femeia asta nu are viata. Ea are viata sexuala. Oribil!&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce m-a deranjat e ca ea defapt e ziarist. Asa se prezinta. C*rva regimentului pozeaza in ziarist. Laura Andresan este un cocalar prins intr-un corp urat de femeie. Si eu care credeam ca barbatii sunt porci, uite ca exista si femei. Dumnezeule, in ce lume traiesc!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-3437738315483360766?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3437738315483360766/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=3437738315483360766' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/3437738315483360766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/3437738315483360766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2009/03/soldatii-si-civilii-cei-doi-prieteni.html' title='Soldatii si civilii, cei doi prieteni buni ai Laurei Andresan'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-5896962609997730666</id><published>2009-02-27T21:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:47:43.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z8-6doycSeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z8-6doycSeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-5896962609997730666?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5896962609997730666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=5896962609997730666' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5896962609997730666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5896962609997730666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-6560557455239105607</id><published>2009-02-18T13:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:21:32.414+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doare ca ne-am pierdut ultimul neuron</title><content type='html'>In timp ce eu postam postarea de mai jos, cineva, mai sus, respectiv la etajul de deasupra mea asculta pe repeat si la maxim Bambi - "Doare ca ne-am pierdut". Ma duc sa-i dau cu cartea-n cap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-6560557455239105607?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6560557455239105607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=6560557455239105607' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/6560557455239105607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/6560557455239105607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2009/02/doare-ca-ne-am-pierdut-ultimul-neuron.html' title='Doare ca ne-am pierdut ultimul neuron'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-177216654509672450</id><published>2009-02-18T13:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:18:31.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De dragul diversitatii, citeste o carte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfI741MeHDE/SZvs1En5EhI/AAAAAAAAADI/RLEVX2osKlw/s1600-h/gabriel_garcia_marquez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfI741MeHDE/SZvs1En5EhI/AAAAAAAAADI/RLEVX2osKlw/s320/gabriel_garcia_marquez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304093382677172754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiindca am un serviciu care nu ma solicita absolut deloc intelectual, m-am hotarat sa-mi iau viata culturala in piept si m-am apucat, de fapt, re-apucat de citit. Ultima carte care mi-a cazut in mana a fost "Un veac de singuratate" de Gabriel Garcia Marquez. V-o recomand sincer ca alternativa la orice film, orice telenovela, emisiune etc. Este o carte geniala, care te tine cu sufletul la gura, scrisa impecabil. Chiar merita citita. Spor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-177216654509672450?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/177216654509672450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=177216654509672450' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/177216654509672450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/177216654509672450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-dragul-diversitatii-citeste-o-carte.html' title='De dragul diversitatii, citeste o carte!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfI741MeHDE/SZvs1En5EhI/AAAAAAAAADI/RLEVX2osKlw/s72-c/gabriel_garcia_marquez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-3510034768007622031</id><published>2009-02-04T23:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:55:40.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acasa Tv revine</title><content type='html'>Nu mai stiu exact care a fost ordinea cronologica a evenimentelor care au avut ca finalizare faptul ca eu eram ieri in pat cu televizorul deschis pe Acasa TV. Simt nevoia sa ma scuz, dar nu sa ma si acuz, ca nu sunt consumatoare de Acasa TV, intrucat consider ca dauneaza grav creierului meu pe care il imbib cu operele lui Marquez de cateva zile incoace. Asadar, ca sa priceapa toata lumea. Aseara ma uitam la Povestiri pe Acasa. Nu mai stiu daca la alea de noapte sau alea de zi.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, problema era ca Nikita a aparut cu niste declaratii conform carora anumite vedete din showbizz se prostiuteaza pe bani frumosi si sub atenta ei indrumare. Printre numele vehiculate se numarau: Marinela Nitu, Alina Plugaru si inca cineva, dar nu mai tin eu minte. Aaa...Sexy Braileanca, despre care nush cine e si nici nu ma intereseaza, desi am vazut-o tot aseara la Capatos si mi-am dat seama ca e facuta numai din silicon.&lt;br /&gt;Boon...Alina Plugaru a considerat, probabil, ca nu are ce apara, dar Marinela Nitu a venit in studio sa-si apere onoarea in direct. Dumnezeule, nu am vazut in viata mea femeie mai desfigurata. Ca ea nu, ca ea se intretine din cantat. Deci tot cu gura. Si daca tot e ea cantareata, logic este ca a si cantat. Un cover dupa Andrea Bocelli care m-a facut sa bocesc. Dar, in mijlocul melodiei, s-a produs inevitabilul: a sarit cd-ul. Moment in care mie mi-a crescut brusc interesul pentru ce se intampla in fata mea. Si Marinela era foarte indignata, atat cat lasa botox-ul sa se vada. S-a suparat diva, s-a luat pauza si s-a revenit in direct cu Marinela care nu se prostitueaza, care a reluat melodia si pe deasupra a mai cantat inca un cantecel. Am stat un minut ca sa-mi dau seama ca de fapt canta in romana cel de-al doilea cantecel. Si daca inchideai ochii aveai senzatia ca scheauna doi caini simultan.&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma, eu tot nu m-am lamurit. Se sau nu se? Si daca da, cat? Si daca da, unde, cum, cu cine? Si daca nu, de ce? Si daca nu, mai bine da, ca poate se lasa de cantat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-3510034768007622031?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3510034768007622031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=3510034768007622031' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/3510034768007622031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/3510034768007622031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2009/02/acasa-tv-revine.html' title='Acasa Tv revine'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-9125879626747113894</id><published>2008-11-06T14:03:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:53:46.407+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai credeti in horoscop?</title><content type='html'>Luati de aici una bucata super-horoscop primit pe forward pe mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berbec (21.03-20.04&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Marte, planeta incapatanarii si incaierarilor.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: barzaunul&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Berbecul guverneaza capul, drept pentru care Berbecii sunt experti in a se arunca cu capul inainte, a face doar ce-i taie capul si a da cu capul de pragul de sus. Sunt foarte siguri pe ei in tot ce fac, chiar si cand fac cele mai monumentale prostii. Plini de energie si initiativa, sunt atat de grabiti si de ocupati, incat nu au timp sa gandeasca. Cu toate astea, in intelepciunea lor nemarginita, stiu intotdeauna ce e mai bine pentru ceilalti. Nimeni n-are voie sa-i contrazica, in timp ce ei isi pastreaza dreptul inalienabil de a contrazice pe toata lumea. Specialitatea lor este viteza, din care cauza au mereu fel de fel de vanatai, arsuri sau taieturi si sunt clienti fideli ai service-urilor si asigurarilor auto. Cea mai mare afacere a vietii lor este sexul, pe care-l practica numai din dragoste, chiar daca dragostea respectiva nu dureaza decat o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: director, pompier, instructor de sex, bungeejumper, spargator de banci.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica:Diavolo.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: energizantele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taur (21.04-21.05)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Venus, planeta trandaviei si a lascivitatii&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: vaca indiana&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Taurul e recunoscut pentru stabilitate si perseverenta, de fapt doua modalitati de exprimare a lipsei de imaginatie. Universul lui se margineste la ce poate sa vada, sa guste sau sa pipaie. Notiunile complexe il tulbura profund, iar indaratnicia lui n-are seman - daca a apucat intr-o directie, asa o tine. O schimbare de macaz ar implica un efort fizic si intelectual prea mare pentru lenea lui. In ciuda obtuzitatii, da insa dovada de o apriga viclenie atunci cand isi apara pielea sau vrea sa obtina ceva. E maestru in a scoate castanele din foc cu mana altuia. Dincolo de falnica-i robustete, Taurul ascunde o abominabila lasitate.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: contabil, lautar, coafeza, manechin, porn-star,degustator de maioneza.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Rusticana&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: intaritoarele (sexuale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gemeni (22.05-21.06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Mercur, planeta trancanelii si nevricalelor.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: papagalul&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Gemenii sunt isteti si foarte adaptabili, cu alte cuvinte niste oportunisti lipsiti de scrupule. Stapanesc perfect arta comunicarii si pot sa te minta in fata fara sa clipeasca. Sunt dragalasenia intruchipata cand vor sa obtina ceva si de-a dreptul sadici cand au chef sa se joace cu nervii altora. Sprinteni si indemanatici, dispar cand ti-e lumea mai draga si pot face nevazute diverse obiecte care li se par interesante. Isi scot din minti sefii si consortii, dar nici unii nu-i dau afara, din cauza ca se pricep sa le spuna bancuri. In dragoste, sunt deschisi tuturor posibilitatilor si ar fi primii care ar subscrie la legalizarea poligamiei. Cu toate astea, in clipele romantice au tendinta de a-si exprima pasiunea uitandu-se pe pereti.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: agent de vanzari, scamator, chelner, escroc.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Calzone&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: gargara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rac (22.06-22.07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Luna, astrul toanelor si nascocirilor.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: lipitoarea&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Racul este un profitor nesatul, al carui unic scop in viata e sa care in barlog tot ce-i pica in mana. Este mai zgarcit si mai apucator decat tot neamul harciogilor la un loc. Se spune ca ar fi diplomat, dar in realitate manipuleaza pe toata lumea ca sa-si rezolve interesele. Zambeste gratios, insira verzi si uscate si joaca tot timpul teatru, fiind foarte popular printre cei gura-casca si slabi de minte. Are mania de a coopta tot soiul de ratati pe care ii psihanalizeaza sau ii indoctrineaza cu predici filozofice ori cuvantari patriotice. Isi iubeste casa, dar nu este lipit de ea. Ros de morbul vagabondajului, dispare periodic pentru diverse intervale de timp. Din nefericire, se intoarce mereu inapoi ... In dragoste este adeptul romantismului siropos si lesinat. Asta, la inceput, caci mai devreme sau mai tarziu va scoate la bataie un nimicitor arsenal de tocare marunta a nervilor: toane, nazuri, imbufnari, bombaneli, banuieli, accese masochiste si santaje sentimentale.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: politician sau afacerist interlop (la alegere), poet, camatar, pitic de gradina. Pizza magica: Quattro formaggi.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: alcoolul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leu (23.07-22.08)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Soarele, astrul egoismului si ingamfarii.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: pupaza&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Leul este un lider innascut si, ca toti liderii, se inalta strivindu-i pe cei cu mai mult bun-simt decat el. Subordonatii ii acorda respectul cuvenit, dar I-ar strange de gat cu maxima placere. Ambitie! ca nimeni altul. considera ca a atins pozitia cuvenita doar atunci can nu mai are vreun loc alb pe cartea de vizita. Se iubeste atat de mult pe sine incat isi pupa oglinda de cate ori se crede singur. Este asa de obsedat de onoruri ca, daca primeste o cupa la campionatul de sotron, e in stare sa umble cu ea atarnata la gat, sa vada lumea cat de grozav este. Atrage atentia in orice adunare: fie este cel mai inzorzonat personaj, fie arunca cu banii in toate partile, fie poarta o arma. Pozeaza tot timpul, doarme pe stanga fiindca profilul drept il avantajeaza mai mult si arata cu degetul mijlociu ca sa-si expuna mai bine diamantul de multe carate. In dragoste, este la fel de inflacarat ca un furnal si la fel de discret o trompeta cu amplificator.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: imparat, sef de bloc, portar de hotel, dresor, hingher&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Quattro stagioni.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: toxina botulinica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fecioara (23.08-22.09)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Mercur, planeta trancanelii si a isteriilor.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: ciocanitoarea&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Zodiacele critica spiritul critic al fecioarei, punand-o astfel intr-o situatie critica. Cum, pe deasupra, fecioara mai e si metodica punctuala si perfectionista, sfarsesc prin a-i scoate pe toti din pepeni. Obsedata de igiena, detalii si clasificari, este capabila sa caute bacteriile cu lupa, sa frece dusumelele periuta sau sa puna rufele in masina de spalat nu doar pe culori, ci si ordine crescatoare si alfabetica. Miroase enervant de curat, ceea ce leaga spiritual de canii si pisicile din cartier. Fecioara este o fana a listelor, tabelelor si regulamentelor pe punele subpuncte, care, in loc sa-i simplifice, ii incalcesc teribil existenta. Scurt, orice fecioara veritabila este: 1. mereu ocupata cu o mie de nimicuri sau sa-si bage nasul unde nu-i fierbe oala. 2. tipicara; 3. ipohondra: 4.cicalitoare: 5. carpanoasa: 6. maniaca: 7. absolut necesara (din pacate). In dragoste, are caldura unei frapiere si fantezia unui birocrat.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: analist politic, CTC-ist, agent de dezinsectie, sora medicala (sau frate).&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: funghi.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: toate, fara exceptie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balanta (23.09-22.10)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Venus, planeta trandaviei si lascivitatii.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: bibilica&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Balanta are certe inclinatii intelectuale, utile in studiul aprofundat al programului tv, si un inalt simt artistic, reflectat in flerul cu care-si asorteaza pantofii cu lenjeria. Plina de gratie si eleganta, umbla cu nasul pe sus, stramband suveran din el la orice incalcare a etichetei. Se zice ca adora confortul si armonia, ceea ce in traducere libera inseamna ca este lenesa si n-are principii ferme. Despre Balanta se mai spune ca este o buna colaboratoare si sfatuitoare: in orice problema, expune cateva zeci de solutii, ca apoi sa-l lase pe celalalt sa decida. Cat despre vestitul ei echilibru, cel mai in masura sa comenteze ar fi psihiatrul care o trateaza. In lipsa lui, se accepta si marturiile apropiatilor, adanc ingrijorati de viteza cu care-si schimba parerile si de costurile marite ale dulciurilor pe care le inghite atunci cand e deprimata. Cel mai de seama lucru din viata ei este dragostea, subiect bogat in detalii picante, prea indecente ca sa poata fi relatate.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: agent matrimonial, arbitru, escorta, gigolo, tester de hamace, rentier.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Capricciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: gelul anticelulitic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scorpion (23.10-21.11)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Pluto, planeta obsesiilor si paranoiei.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: vipera&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Scorpionul are foarte mult magnetism personal: atrage cuiele ruginite, cutiile de conserva, dramele si ghinioanele. Are emotii intense, idei fixe si puterea de a deochea. Este atat de incordat, incat da impresia ca sufera, iar incordarea lui face sa se defecteze obiectele din jur. Chiar si cei apropiati sunt profund afectati, de unde si bafta pe care o are la mosteniri. Stie ce vrea, dar cauta sa obtina totul pe cai ocolite. E genul care mai bine isi otraveste dusmanul decat sa-i dea un pumn in nas. Paranoic, vede peste tot pericole, intrigi si conspiratii. Asta nu-l impiedica sa umble cu fitile si sa-i manipuleze pe ceilalti. Ii considera prieteni doar pe cei de care se poate folosi, iar prietenii n-au incredere in el, fiindca stiu ca n-are mama, tata sau scrupule, si ataca subversiv, sub centura. In dragoste, este un obsedat sexual frustrat, gelos si posesiv, care-si scoate din minti perechea cu banuielile si cu gusturile lui anormale.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: detectiv, medic legist, pandar, scafandru, vanator de fantome.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Siciliana.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: extractul de matraguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sagetator (22.11-21.12)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Jupiter, planeta exceselor si a glumelor proaste.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: grangurul&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Sagetatorul este un inconstient optimist, a carui specialitate este datul cu bata in balta: scoate perle dupa perle cu un aer de savant atotstiutor, face glume proaste si rade fara rost. Este un snob care-si poarta hainele cu etichetele pe-afara si se lauda cu vedetele de teleshopping pe care le frecventeaza. Promite marea cu sarea, dar cand trebuie sa-si tina promisiunile este lovit de amnezie. Adora masinile, pe care le conduce cu placere si cu mare viteza, in cei mai falnici pomi de pe marginea drumului. fiindca se crede cel mai tare, se baga in bucluc si trece razant pe langa dezastre. Scapa insa cu bine, caci beneficiaza de clauza berzei chioare, care i-a fost acordata pentru a nu ramane zodia cuI doar cu 11 zodii. Cand se indragosteste, iubeste cu foc, din toata inima.. Problema e ca, avand o inima foarte mare, alesul sau aleasa se poate trezi intr-un ventricul teribil de aglomerat.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: parlamentar, sociolog, pocherist, parasutist, turist.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Hawaiana.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: laxativele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capricorn (22.12-20.01)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Saturn, planeta parvenirii si anchilozarii.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: catarul&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Capricornul e un parvenit planificat, care se chinuie sa ajunga in motul ierarhiei si-si urmareste interesele cu indarjire de buldog. Perseverenta cu care merge pe drumul stabilit arata ca de fapt nu are alternative sau alte bucurii in viata. Incapatanarea lui este monumentala - mai mare ca a Berbecului si a Taurului, care sunt, totusi, niste vietati relativ normale. Si la capitolul rezistenta sta bine - in cazul unui cataclism planetar s-ar numara printre putinii supravietuitori, alaturi de sobolani si insecte. Grozav de suspicios si sigur ca nimeni nu e mai competent ca el, n-are somn daca nu controleaza totul. Detine un stoc impresionant de temeri si complexe pe care, fiind foarte orgolios, face eforturi sa si le mascheze. De aici, o permanenta incordare, care-i da aerul cuiva care a inghitit o coada de cazma ... fiind din cale-afara de plictisitor, isi gaseste greu o pereche care sa-l suporte. Singurul care il tolereaza este alt Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: in asigurari, IT, liftier, calugar, paznic.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Margherita&lt;br /&gt;Medicament norocos: antidepresivele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varsator (21.01-19.02)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Uranus, planeta convulsiilor si ciudateniilor.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: ornitorincul&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Varsatorii sunt cele mai ciudate fiinte de pe Terra, ceea ce explica frecventa marita cu care sunt rapiti de martieni. Nu se stie totusi daca acestia ii selecteaza doar pentru a le studia anomaliile sau fiindca ii considera o specie inrudita. Oricum, este ceva in neregula cu ei, deoarece au idei stranii, reactii imprevizibile si fac totul pe dos fata de restul omenirii. Se spune ca sunt deschisi la nou, le place sa experimenteze si au o fire independenta. Asta inseamna ca dau banii pe prostii de care n-a mai auzit nimeni, adera la cele mai fistichii diete sau curente religioase si ii doare in cot de parerea celorlalti. In plus, sunt deosebit de agitati, ceea ce nu este bine, caci excesul de energie le permite sa-si puna in practica proiectele utopice si initiativele anarhiste. Prietenii ii suporta maximum doua ore, iar rudele lor migreaza in alte cartiere. Cat despre dragoste, Varsatorilor nu le este prea clar ce inseamna ...&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: futurolog, revolutionar, guru, vanzator de gogosi.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Napoletana.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: sedativele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesti (20.02-20.03)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planeta dominanta: Neptun, planeta confuziei si dependentelor.&lt;br /&gt;Animalul sacru: balena&lt;br /&gt;Personalitate: Pestii sunt niste vietuitoare blande si buimace, care cred tot ce le indruga primul venit. In capul lor este un talmes-balmes de impresii si intuitii, ce face imposibila o activitate neuronala decenta. Fiind incapabili sa emita vreun argument logic, au devenit la randul lor experti in abureala si imbrobodire. Se spune ca sunt creativi si talentati, ceea ce inseamna ca productiile lor ii turmenteaza atat de tare pe ceilalti, incat le anihileaza puterea de discernamant.. Foarte sociabili din fire, se inteleg de minune cu animalele, handicapatii, delincventii si spiridusii de casa. Misterele si superstitiile exercita asupra lor o mare fascinatie: admira grozav iscusinta cu care isi apara intimitatea monstrul din Loch Ness, iar cand nu le place vremea de-afara isi imbraca plini de incredere hainele pe dos. Dar marca lor distinctiva este enorma capacitate de a iubi. Pestii se indragostesc total si iremediabil de cine nu trebuie, cand nu trebuie sau ... de cate persoane nu trebuie!&lt;br /&gt;Meseria potrivita: veterinar, fotograf. curatitor de piscine, hipiot, medium, traficant.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza magica: Tonno.&lt;br /&gt;Medicamentul norocos: Untura de peste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-9125879626747113894?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9125879626747113894/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=9125879626747113894' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/9125879626747113894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/9125879626747113894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/11/mai-credeti-in-horoscop.html' title='Mai credeti in horoscop?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-8276597673630246471</id><published>2008-05-29T19:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T19:57:15.871+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaudeamus igitur!</title><content type='html'>Aproape ca uitasem sa ma laud ca am absolvit facultatea. Si ca am fost la cursul festiv, de unde singurele amintiri cu care am plecat sunt in numar de 3, si anume:&lt;br /&gt;- am aruncat toti tocile in aer si am tipat&lt;br /&gt;- nu am putut sa merg vreo 2 zile dupa curs din cauza pantofilor cu toc&lt;br /&gt;- am avut ocazia unica de a-l pupa pe obraji pe proful de "Piete de capital". Andries, pentru cunoscatoare. I'm glad we got physical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-8276597673630246471?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8276597673630246471/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=8276597673630246471' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8276597673630246471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8276597673630246471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/gaudeamus-igitur.html' title='Gaudeamus igitur!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-8851680449472452221</id><published>2008-05-29T19:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:09:56.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Ma Omor!</title><content type='html'>Pana nu am vazut la stiri, nu am realizat adevarata amploare a fenomenului "emo", mai ales in tara noastra. Ii lasam pe cei din Germania sau alte tari mai dezvoltate unde se mai taie aia singuri in baie. Emo-ul romanesc. Mi se pare absolut fascinant. Imi lasa senzatia ca nu sunt altceva decat replica moderna a generatiei "Bravo". Revista "Bravo".&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa uitam, mai ales noi, fetele, de revista "Bravo" si de cat de entuziasmate o citeam in pauze? Cu horoscopul care tot timpul ni se parea adevarat, cu articolele si pozele cu Britney Spears si neaparat cu paginile din mijloc care stim toate ce contineau: din 3 in 3 numere cate doua pagini despre menstruatie. Unde sunt vremurile cand ma prindea profa de romana cu revista in ghiozdan si o chema pe mama la scoala? Sau cand citeam raspunsurile psihologului la intrebari de genul "Daca stau in piscina cu baieti, pot ramane insarcinata?".&lt;br /&gt;Asa era atunci, emo e acuma. De la pagini colorate si articole despre baieti, adolescentii au involuat intr-o specie ciudata de copchii tampiti, "neintelesi", urat imbracati si frezati, cautand raspunsuri la intrebari fara raspuns. Vorbesc despre viata in loc sa si-o traiasca. Oricum...I'm deeply desgusted si subscriu cu drag si spor la mass-urile care circula pe messenger. Iar bancul meu preferat:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Cum aduci un emo cu picioarele pe pamant?&lt;br /&gt;A: Tai funia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-8851680449472452221?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8851680449472452221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=8851680449472452221' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8851680449472452221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8851680449472452221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-ma-omor.html' title='Eu Ma Omor!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-8829676033580530484</id><published>2008-05-15T22:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:53:07.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uof!</title><content type='html'>In incercarea mea de a adauga blogul lui Stef in Blogroll-ul meu, am facut eu ceva prin editarea html si am stricat tot. De aia blogul meu arata deplorabil. Deci, pana nu vorbesc cu responsabilul de blog...asta e...scuzati aspectul :d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-8829676033580530484?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8829676033580530484/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=8829676033580530484' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8829676033580530484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8829676033580530484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/uof.html' title='Uof!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-7923505859818090184</id><published>2008-05-07T18:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:28:44.009+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uitare humanum est!</title><content type='html'>Cateodata...uit ca am blog...si-mi aduc aminte doar seara inainte sa adorm cand imi vin niste idei geniale, pe care evident ca le uit pana dimineata. Nasol, nu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-7923505859818090184?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7923505859818090184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=7923505859818090184' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/7923505859818090184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/7923505859818090184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/uitare-humanum-est.html' title='Uitare humanum est!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-1523413519585314717</id><published>2008-05-01T21:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:44:46.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum s-a luat lumina</title><content type='html'>A trecut Pastele! Gata, asta a fost pe anu' asta! Insa, ce am patit eu, m-a emotionat foarte tare, intrucat mie nu prea mi se intampla des lucruri. Adica in viata mea mica, s-a produs un eveniment maret in duminica pastelui: am lesinat! Si a fost super - tare!&lt;br /&gt;Intrucat aveam febra 40, dar m-am gandit ca de ce sa nu ma dau jos din pat? Zis si facut! M-am ridicat, m-am dus la baie, am venit de la baie si langa pat am lesinat. Cool, nu? Nu pot sa va descriu ce senzatie noua si misto am avut. Deodata s-a facut negru in fata ochilor si am cazut. Si atat tin minte ca ma gandeam ca ma doare spatele foarte tare. Au venit mami si tati si m-au ridicat si m-au trantit in pat si dupa aia mi-am revenit.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, mi-am revenit cu una bucata vanataie cat China pe spate, un cucui foarte trendy in cap, si pe solduri, atat pe stanga, cat si pe dreapta cate o vanataie mov - verzuie. Dar nu-mi pare rau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-1523413519585314717?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1523413519585314717/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=1523413519585314717' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/1523413519585314717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/1523413519585314717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/05/cum-s-luat-lumina.html' title='Cum s-a luat lumina'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-3135595711224135281</id><published>2008-04-16T17:40:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:04:19.064+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazut/citit/auzit'/><title type='text'>Cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am vazut la Mugurel pe blog ca a facut o chestie interesanta, si m-am gandit ca de ce sa nu incerc si eu...asadar...citez: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Incarci playlistul, pui “Shuffle”, raspunzi la intrebari cu melodiile care ies, vezi cum se leaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. How are u feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Placebo - "Special needs" true, true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. Will you get far in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Taxi - "O viata mica" hahaha..pe bune ce tare s-a nimerit...should i be worried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Soulground feat. Concha Buika - "We play house music"...hmmm...nu-mi prea place piesa asta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Geo da Silva - "I'll do it like a truck"...OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;5. What is your best friend's theme?  Pushtiu fii antena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Paul van Dyk - "Let go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;6. What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Taxi - "Te vad in toate femeile" ...o fi de bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;7. What was highschool like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Crazy Loop - "Ma ma ma"..cam asa, da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;8. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;A-ha - "Forever not yours" foarte promitator...creca o sa mor devreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;9. What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Voltaj - "Scrisoare" haha...miss me, miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;10. What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dj Blackie - "Cine iubeste"...ma cam indoiesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;11. What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;K-Maro - "Femme like you"  eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;12. What song descibes your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kylie Minogue - "In my arms"  mami, tati,...Achtung!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;13. How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Jon Bon Jovi - "Always"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;14. What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fedde le Grand - "The creeps" prea tare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;15. How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Jon Kreamer - "The healing" dada...sunt ca o alifie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;16. Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nazareth - "Love hurts"...wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;17. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Motorcycle - "As the rush comes" deci cred ca da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;18. How can i make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dj Ryno - "Feel"  nee...alcool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;19. What should you do with your own life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Faithless - "We come one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cred ca nu am eu melodii faine in lista....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-3135595711224135281?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3135595711224135281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=3135595711224135281' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/3135595711224135281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/3135595711224135281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/04/cool.html' title='Cool!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-24895721748017060</id><published>2008-04-02T22:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:35:03.068+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazut/citit/auzit'/><title type='text'>FeMale</title><content type='html'>In primul rand ma bucur foarte mult ca fratele meu, Alex, zis Sopo, mi-a iertat greseala fatala care ne-a despartit vreo 4 zile in care am plans singura in garsoniera din cauza ca ne-am certat. Bine ca ne-am impacat si ne iubim din nou maxim ca doi frati drepti ce suntem.&lt;br /&gt;Acum, in alta ordine de idei...m-am speriat zilele trecute, de fapt, aseara, cand m-am uitat la "Un show pacatos" pe Antena 1. Transsexualii sunt peste tot. Aseara, adevarata Shakira (de care ziceam si mai jos) a cantat. Doamne-ajuta! Acuma, timpanele mele oricum au suferit puternic, dar nu asta e problema. Problema e ca sunt unii care arata mai bine ca femeile. Atat de bine incat nici nu-ti poti imagina ca ei ascund anumite surprize in lenjeria de dantela.&lt;br /&gt;Trista situatie mai ales pentru baieti. Daca iti place de ea si nu-ti dai seama ca, de fapt, e el? Cum te descurci cand ajungeti pe sub cersaf? Naspa, naspa...Si daca mai apuci sa o prezinti si la prieteni, este si mai riscant, ca te asteapta o viata amuzanta si traumatizanta. Hi hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-24895721748017060?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/24895721748017060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=24895721748017060' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/24895721748017060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/24895721748017060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/04/female.html' title='FeMale'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-5763780133807480084</id><published>2008-03-30T22:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:43:38.058+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Delir</title><content type='html'>Purtam fiecare o dragoste-n noi,&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu pentru tine, iar tu... pentru alta&lt;br /&gt;Si focul ne mistuie crunt pe-amandoi,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ard pentru tine, tu arzi... pentru alta.&lt;br /&gt;Astept un cuvant, astepti un cuvant,&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu de la tine si tu de la alta,&lt;br /&gt;Si chipul ti-l vad in somn delirand,&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu in visare o vezi tot pe ea...&lt;br /&gt;Si ce ne ramane atunci de facut, cand soarta nu stie decat sa dezbine?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu ti-e mila?&lt;br /&gt;Traim doar iubind.&lt;br /&gt;Desi tu pe alta,&lt;br /&gt;Eu, totusi, pe tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-5763780133807480084?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5763780133807480084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=5763780133807480084' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5763780133807480084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5763780133807480084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/delir.html' title='Delir'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-8679882790050055708</id><published>2008-03-29T14:09:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:50:37.771+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazut/citit/auzit'/><title type='text'>Filme bune noaptea are</title><content type='html'>Azi noapte am ajuns la ora 4 acasa, dupa o tentativa de a iesi in oras in ideea de a-mi ineca amarul in alcool. Bineinteles ca nu mi-a iesit. Insa, cand am deschis televizorul, a inceput de fapt noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro TV&lt;/span&gt;: Un film a carui actiune se petrecea in anii '40 in Japonia. Si era ziua imparatului lor. Si, sotia lui era foarte trista si plangea. Atat de trista era saraca incat s-a asezat cuminte pe un scaunel si a inceput sa manance niste flori. Da, ati citit bine, manca flori. Cu tulpina cu tot. Si a vazut-o imparatul care s-a enervat si a trimis-o in camera ei. O data ajunsa acolo, sotia imparatului a inceput sa faca love cu o alta femeie. Moment in care eu am schimbat canalul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinemax&lt;/span&gt;: Un film cu un detectiv blond si gay. Mi-am dat seama ca era gay datorita faptului ca din 5 cuvinte pe care le spunea 4 erau "gay", sau, dupa caz, "sunt gay". Moment in care eu am schimbat canalul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antena 1&lt;/span&gt;: Un film in care niste oameni se plimbau printr-o chestie inundata, cred ca vapor, cu niste lanterne mari in mana si strigandu-se unul pe altul. Si unul din ei, un negru, se opreste deodata, intreaband pe ceilalti "ati auzit ceva?" dupa care il trage o creatura la fund si il mananca. Muuuuulllltttt sssaaannnnggggeee!!! Ceilalti tipa speriati si fug, moment in care eu, evident, am schimbat canalul.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa am hotarat eu ca mai bine fac nani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-8679882790050055708?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8679882790050055708/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=8679882790050055708' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8679882790050055708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/8679882790050055708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/filme-bune-anul-are.html' title='Filme bune noaptea are'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-7747967658016505178</id><published>2008-03-16T21:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:39:59.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Light my fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f670eee79b9b8aaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df670eee79b9b8aaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305698%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA81CC437AF4A0A8FDB712FB88F8100780D11F95.2D354BBBD441EDC2ED6D2DD3F2633FB4C5589EA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df670eee79b9b8aaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS5voI5K38svOp_mB9OCG6DGwTcY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df670eee79b9b8aaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330305698%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA81CC437AF4A0A8FDB712FB88F8100780D11F95.2D354BBBD441EDC2ED6D2DD3F2633FB4C5589EA2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df670eee79b9b8aaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS5voI5K38svOp_mB9OCG6DGwTcY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iata cu ce priveliste s-au rasfatat ochii mei miopici exact cand am ajuns in Falticeni. O masina ardea frumos si gradat de la motor inspre spate fix langa Mercedesu' lui tati care nu se vede in film din cauza ca era parcat in partea cealalta a masinii in flacari. Ceea ce a fost bine, pentru ca a fost foarte putin avariat, caci daca patea ceva eu nu mai aveam cu ce sa-mi mut masina de spalat, televizorul si restul din zestre intre domiciliile mele temporare. Am avut noroc!&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma, pompierii s-au luptat cu flacarile pana le-au stins. Si a fost foarte interesant, pentru ca nu mai vazusem o masina arzand pana acum. Le multumesc pe aceasta cale proprietarilor pentru show, imi pare rau pentru masina lor, dar nu foarte tare...hihi&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Scuzati calitatea filmului, frate-miu (ala care "se rade") are doar un amarat de Nokia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-7747967658016505178?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f670eee79b9b8aaa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7747967658016505178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=7747967658016505178' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/7747967658016505178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/7747967658016505178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/iata-cu-ce-priveliste-s-au-rasfatat.html' title='Light my fire!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-5038451876097587133</id><published>2008-03-13T13:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:53:57.059+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In sfarsit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R9kVbX1hkfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-e6DKA6Aq7M/s1600-h/placa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R9kVbX1hkfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-e6DKA6Aq7M/s320/placa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177192806638260722" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o persoana care are vise mici si dese. Si printre visele mele mai noi se numara si frumusetea asta mica pe care o vedeti in poza. Si in curand o sa fie a mea! Hi hi...si parul meu o sa devina exact asa cum imi place mie sa-l port: drept, foarte drept si intins. Iupi...abia astept! Multumesc mami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-5038451876097587133?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5038451876097587133/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=5038451876097587133' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5038451876097587133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5038451876097587133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-sfarsit.html' title='In sfarsit!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R9kVbX1hkfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/-e6DKA6Aq7M/s72-c/placa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-4976661031452375844</id><published>2008-03-10T18:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:28:11.464+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazut/citit/auzit'/><title type='text'>Nici striptease-ul nu mai e ce-a fost!</title><content type='html'>Am fost si eu de 8 Martie la striptease. Masculin. Ori sunt eu prea batrana, ori nu stiu sa ma distrez, caci tot ce-am inteles din seara respectiva a fost ca am baut cam multa Coca-Cola si ca mi s-a facut rau.&lt;br /&gt;      Cei doi stripperi dansau mai nasol ca niste animatori neantrenati. Pai, la mine in Falticeni, in club, animatorii scuipa flacari, schimba vreo 2-3 tinute pe seara si-s dati si cu ulei, da? Nu-s asa rahitici ca astia pe care i-am vazut. Noroc cu unul dintre ei care se mai fataia din cand in cand languros pe langa un perete. In rest...muzica era nedansabila, servirea tarzie, atmosfera naspa.&lt;br /&gt;      Macar n-am stat acasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-4976661031452375844?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4976661031452375844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=4976661031452375844' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/4976661031452375844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/4976661031452375844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/nici-striptease-ul-nu-mai-e-ce-fost.html' title='Nici striptease-ul nu mai e ce-a fost!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-5043097332914021362</id><published>2008-03-10T18:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:14:02.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moby strikes again!</title><content type='html'>Iata, in premiera locala, videoclipul piesei mele preferate, pe care o voi asculta pe repeat, inca doua saptamani de acum inainte. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwyPI-zKqRs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwyPI-zKqRs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-5043097332914021362?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5043097332914021362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=5043097332914021362' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5043097332914021362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/5043097332914021362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/moby-strikes-again_7296.html' title='Moby strikes again!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36161647773938985.post-6478441682065905641</id><published>2008-03-01T18:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:07:43.766+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vazut/citit/auzit'/><title type='text'>Let's spring!</title><content type='html'>A venit primavara! A simtit acest lucru pe pielea ei/lui si transsexualul Shakira care a iesit de 1 martie in oras cu echipa Povestiri Adevarate de la Acasa. Si dupa ce Shakira s-a perindat gratios printre tarabele cu martisoare s-a oprit la un pahar de vorba cu floraresele si restul comerciantelor curioase sa afle cate ceva despre indecis.&lt;br /&gt;Si, astfel, am aflat cu totii ca transsexuala Shakira are 32 de ani si ca "inca nu are sani naturali". Inca nu, dar se chinuie, caci e ceva mai complicat cu astia naturali. Doamne-ajuta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36161647773938985-6478441682065905641?l=snandreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6478441682065905641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36161647773938985&amp;postID=6478441682065905641' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/6478441682065905641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36161647773938985/posts/default/6478441682065905641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snandreea.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-spring_01.html' title='Let&apos;s spring!'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15286422350631705118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VfI741MeHDE/R-4xZQxJbKI/AAAAAAAAACY/r8QbG5RAFwM/S220/19-03-08_134.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
