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href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-888920417933954318</id><published>2011-09-12T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:12:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vara mea</title><content type='html'>Luna plina inca stralucea pe cer cand am urcat in taxiul care venise sa ma duca la aeroport. Mereu mi-e greu sa dorm cand e luna plina, dar in noaptea ce a trecut motivul framantarii mele a fost cu totul altul... Acum sunt din nou in aeroport, din nou pe drum, din nou cu dor in suflet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp a rasarit soarele. Acelasi soare ce-mi incalzeste trupul si sufletul 365 de zile pe an. Da, stiu, sunt o norocoasa! Sunt in aeroport, stau la o masa, cu o apa plata in fata mea si ma gandesc la vara ce tocmai a trecut. Amintirile se bulucesc in capul si in sufletul meu, imi vine sa zambesc si sa plang in acelasi timp. Doamne, cat de bine am ajuns sa cunosc deja senzatia asta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta am trait o vara intensa. Sau, mai bine zis, am trait intens aceasta vara. Am simtit fiecare zi ca pe o binecuvantare. M-am bucurat de fiecare moment alaturi de famile si de prietenii mei dragi... Am profitat de fiecare privire, atingere, vorba sau gest al lor. M-am imbibat cu zambetele lor, cu gandurile lor frumoase, cu dragostea lor. Am fost ca un burete uscat inmuiat in apa. Am absorbit tot ce mi s-a dat cu atat de multa generozitate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu sufletul plin, dar cu privirea trista, ma intorc in lumea mea. Acolo unde soarele straluceste 365 de zile pe an. Acolo unde zambetul de copil ma face sa zambesc in fiecare zi. Acolo unde ma uit in jurul meu si simt binecuvantare. Acolo unde mi s-a dat sansa sa fiu tot ceea ce pot fi. Acolo unde am curajul sa visez. Acolo unde stelele imi lumineaza fiecare noapte. Acolo unde desertul imi e casa. Las in urma o vara si ma indrept spre o alta. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-888920417933954318?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/888920417933954318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/888920417933954318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/09/vara-mea.html' title='vara mea'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8379255005669390410</id><published>2011-08-03T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:58:03.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dor de casa</title><content type='html'>De-a lungul vremii, spre bucuria mea, am avut multe locuri pe care le-am numit "acasa". Au fost momente cand m-am simtit acasa chiar si intr-o camera de hotel. Dar cum orice bucurie are si o parte mai intunecata, a avea mai multe "acasa" inseamna si mai multe doruri. De data asta sunt acasa la Sighisoara, prima mea casa ce m-a facut sa plang de dor cand am plecat departe. La prima mana ar parea ca odata ajunsa aici niciun dor nu m-ar mai putea cuprinde. Ei bine, lucrurile nu stau nici pe departe asa, cel putin nu pentru mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foarte tarziu in noapte cand scriu aceste randuri. Si m-a luat un dor de casa ce nu ma lasa sa dorm. Dor de casa mea din America. Si ca sa nu pierd vremea intr-o incercare esuata de a adormi, m-am pus pe ascultat muzica. Dintr-o melodie in alta am dat in amintiri, iar din amintiri am dat in scris. Nu, nu in ceea ce scriu acum, ci in cuvinte asternute cu pixul pe hartie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de casa mea din America... Mi-e dor de ritmul in care traiesc acolo si cu care m-am obisnuit atat de bine in ultimii ani. Mi-e dor de scoala mea, de colegi si de subiectele dezbatute cu pasiune impreuna cu profesorii. In egala masura imi e dor de culoarea desertului meu si de greierii care imi canta in timp ce visez. Mi-e dor de fosnetul palmierilor. Mi-e dor de balansoarul din curte in care lenevesc seara inainte de culcare si din care privesc cerul plin cu stele din fiecare noapte. Mi-e dor de oceanul mare si nervos ce se izbeste de mal si de nisipul fin de pe plaja pe care ma plimb in weekendurile prelungite. Mi-e dor de serile petrecute in familie si de filmele vazute in doi. Mi-e dor sa merg la yoga si la manastirea calugarilor budisti unde meditez in liniste. Mi-e dor de linistea desertului... Cand ma gandesc la simplitatea vietii mele de acolo, la siguranta si firescul din fiecare zi... mi se face dor. Pana si de gandurile mele exprimate in engleza mi-e dor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum spuneam, desi sunt acasa... mi-e dor de casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8379255005669390410?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8379255005669390410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8379255005669390410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/07/dor-de-casa.html' title='dor de casa'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7845150752333597083</id><published>2011-07-23T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:08:50.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantezie in Vama Veche</title><content type='html'>Sunt pe plaja in Vama Veche. Stau cu fata spre mare. In spatele meu petrecerea e in toi. Prietenii mei rad si danseaza. In stanga mea e un foc de tabara in jurul caruia stau cativa tineri intinsi lenes pe nisip. In dreapta sunt corturi in care imi imaginez visele plimbandu-se in voie. Luna sta ascunsa sub norii albiciosi. Miroase a albastru amestecat cu nisip si sare. Ma uit in directia marii si ii aud valurile. Cat de frumoasa este marea mea... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o fantezie cu o casa pe plaja, mult alb, cuvinte insirate intr-o poveste si miros de albastru combinat cu nisip si sare. E fantezia mea. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7845150752333597083?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7845150752333597083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7845150752333597083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/07/fantezie-in-vama-veche.html' title='Fantezie in Vama Veche'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6027123258275230390</id><published>2011-07-21T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T17:28:38.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacanta in vacanta</title><content type='html'>Gata, s-a terminat vacanta. De fapt, s-a terminat doar o mini-vacanta din vacanta mare. Mai e pana incepe scoala, iar eu mai am multe de facut, multe de vazut, multe de ascultat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt in aeroportul din Atena, cocotata pe o banca, cu castile in urechi. Robbie Williams imi canta cea mai frumoasa melodie, Feel. Simt un gol in stomac, un soi de parasiciune. Pentru ca plec si las aici pe cineva foarte drag mie. Si as vrea sa nu fie asa. As vrea sa-i pot lua cu mine pe toti cei pe care ii iubesc. As vrea sa-i am mereu aproape pe cei care imi fac viata atat de frumoasa de ani si ani de zile... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac aeropoartele. Toate. Indiferent cat de mari, mici, curate, mizere, in aer liber, aglomerate sau linistite sunt. Imi plac toate. Pentru ca in aeroport simt emotii puternice. Fie ca plang dupa ce las in urma, asa cum fac acum, fie ca astept cu nerabdare ceea ce urmeaza sa traiesc. De cele mai multe ori traiesc ambele sentimente, de bucurie si tristete, in acelasi timp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi astept avionul. Am facut check-in-ul si m-am cocotat pe o banca. Ma gandesc la cele trei saptamani petrecute pe insula si zambesc. A fost una dintre cele mai frumoase vacante din viata mea. Si asta nu se datoreaza doar locului absolut superb, ci mai ales companiei in care am petrecut. Mereu am spus ca oamenii sunt cei ce fac diferenta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se anunta imbarcarea. Trebuie sa ma urc in avion. O sa o fac la sfarsit, cand toata lumea e deja imbarcata. Mai vreau sa fur cateva momente. Macar cateva... Plec de aici luand cu mine cateva cuvinte invatate, o pereche de sandale, soarele imprimat pe piele, cateva pietre si scoici gasite pe plaja, o bratara pe care o voi mai da jos doar cand se va rupe, o crenguta de maslin si, cel mai important, amintiri prin care voi rasfoi multa vreme de acum incolo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye, Greece. It was a real pleasure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6027123258275230390?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6027123258275230390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6027123258275230390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/07/vacanta-in-vacanta.html' title='vacanta in vacanta'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6402045841184375180</id><published>2011-06-30T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:39:11.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plec in vacanta</title><content type='html'>Gata, mi-am facut bagajul. Cred ca e cel mai mic bagaj pe care l-am facut vreodata pentru o vacanta. Cele mai importante lucruri din el sunt costumele de baie, slapii si cremele. Restul sunt doar amanunte. Asta pentru ca activitatea principala va fi lenevitul pe plaja. Pe langa asta mai am de gand sa mai fac alte mici lucruri cum ar fi:&lt;br /&gt;- sa ma balacesc in apa&lt;br /&gt;- sa construiesc castele din nisip&lt;br /&gt;- sa citesc &lt;br /&gt;- sa rad&lt;br /&gt;- sa privesc fiecare apus de soare&lt;br /&gt;- sa mananc din bunatatile locale&lt;br /&gt;- sa fac yoga pe plaja&lt;br /&gt;- sa umblu desculta&lt;br /&gt;- sa invat cum se zice in greaca la: buna ziua, multumesc, a fost foarte bun, frumos&lt;br /&gt;- sa iau la pas stradutele insulei&lt;br /&gt;- sa ma imprietenesc cu localnicii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa vreau sa-mi petrec vacanta. Pe genul relaxare. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6402045841184375180?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6402045841184375180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6402045841184375180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/06/plec-in-vacanta.html' title='plec in vacanta'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1227974596820077234</id><published>2011-06-29T02:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T03:43:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in tren</title><content type='html'>Pe vremuri obisnuiam sa fac naveta la Bucuresti cu trenul. Aveam lunar filmari pentru Scoala Vedetelor si, pentru ca aveam doar 16 ani, nu aveam carnet de conducere. Asadar, o perioada destul de lunga de timp m-am tot plimbat cu trenul pe ruta Sighisoara-Bucuresti si retur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o vreme am inceput sa fac acelasi drum cu diferitele masini pe care le-am avut de-a lungul timpului. Nu multe, le pot numara pe degetele de la o mana. Asta pana intr-o zi cand conditiile meteo nefavorabile, un drum prost construit si o nesansa s-au adunat in acelasi timp si spatiu si am avut un accident de toata frumusetea. Si cand spun de toata frumusetea ma refer doar la spectaculozitatea momentului. Mai precis la faptul ca m-am dat de doua ori peste cap si am aterizat intr-un sant cu rotile masinii in sus. Orice cascador ar fi fost invidios pe mine daca m-ar fi vazut in plina actiune, va zic! Era o noapte friguroasa de Decembrie si ma aflam undeva intre doua sate uitate de lume. Radioul se stricase, se mai auzea doar un zgomot de fond, iar eu, speriata, dar, Slava Domnului, nevatamata, stateam cu capul in jos, tintuita bine in scaun de centura de siguranta, asteptand sa vina cineva sa ma salveze din maldarul de fiare si sticla sfaramata in care se transformase masina. Masina care nici macar nu era a mea, ci a tatalui meu. Daca ar fi fost vorba de o filmare, as fi auzit regizorul strigand entuziasmat "Stop! Bravo, Nico! A iesit impecabil, absolut senzational!" Din pacate, singurul lucru pe care il auzeam era radioul stricat intr-o liniste deplina. Nu stiu cate secunde sau minute au trecut pana cand cineva mi-a intins doua maini puternice pe care eu le-am apucat cu recunostinta. M-au scos din masina, iar restul, politie, ambulanta, oameni ingrijorati in jurul meu... sunt deja istorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a trebuit ceva timp pana sa nu mai simt acut senzatia de panica pura pe care am trait-o in acele momente. Ca de uitat, nu voi uita vreodata. De asta, acum, in loc sa merg spre Bucuresti cu masina mea confortabila, sunt in tren, confortabil si el, de altfel. Si ma uit pe geam si imi amintesc de anii in care mergeam lunar la filmari pentru Scoala Vedetelor. S-au schimbat multe de atunci. Eu nu mai 16 ani, trenurile sunt acum mult mai confortabile, iar distanta dintre Sighisoara si Bucuresti desi a ramas aceeasi, timpul necesar parcurgerii ei s-a dublat (domnul controlor mi-a explicat ca sinele sunt vechi). Pe de alta parte, multe lucruri au ramas la fel. Dealurile verzi care sunt de o frumusete coplesitoare, muntii impaduriti, satele linistite in care pare ca timpul s-a oprit cu mult prea multa vreme in urma, oamenii nerabdatori sa ajunga la destinatie sau mirosul de aer rece si curat din zona de munte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil va mai trece mult timp pana voi face drumul Sighisoara-Bucuresti la volanul unei masini. Si spun asta pentru ca am de gand sa calatoresc cu trenul pana cand va fi gata autostrada. Partea buna a calatoritului in tren e ca am timp sa citesc, sa scriu posturi pe blog si, eventual, sa ascult povestea de viata a cate unui calator. Ceea ce imi place foarte tare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1227974596820077234?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1227974596820077234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1227974596820077234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-tren.html' title='in tren'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2480290372850916335</id><published>2011-06-27T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T04:36:01.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend in pijamale</title><content type='html'>Sfarsitul de saptamana a venit cu ploi, fulgere si tunete. Asadar, ca orice om aflat in vacanta, m-am hotarat sa-l petrec in pijamale, citind. Cu ocazia asta am reusit sa citesc o mare parte din cartea scrisa de Yalom pentru cei care sunt interesati de psihoterapia de grup. Am atat de mult de citit pentru scoala incat zilele ploioase sunt binevenite pentru mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uitasem cum e sa ploua cateva zile la rand, sa fie frig si sa nu-ti vina sa scoti nasul de sub plapuma. Uitasem si de starea de leneveala pe care ti-o da atmosfera intunecata de afara cand furtuna isi face de cap. Aproape tot weekend-ul mi-a parut o seara continua. Si mi-a placut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi e luni, iar soarele a rasarit si straluceste pe cer. Eu, tot in pijamale, incerc sa imi fac planuri de duca. Poate dau o fuga pana in cetate. Sau, poate ma duc la bunica-mea sa lenevesc prin curte. Inca nu stiu exact ce o sa fac, dar daca soarele imi zambeste, o sa ies si eu pe afara sa-i zambesc inapoi. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2480290372850916335?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2480290372850916335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2480290372850916335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-in-pijamale.html' title='weekend in pijamale'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6101359154211459325</id><published>2011-06-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:22:08.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>despre zambet</title><content type='html'>Exista cativa oameni care imi plac atat de mult incat imi vine sa-i strang in brate si sa le multumesc ca imi fac viata mai frumoasa. Unii imi sunt prietenii, pe altii i-am desoperit prin carti sau la scoala, iar pe unii ii stiu doar din media. Asadar, pe unii dintre ei, din pacate, n-o sa am ocazia sa-i imbratisez niciodata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general imi plac oamenii care au o atitudine pozitiva. Care te privesc si zambesc. :) Mi se umple sufletul atunci cand cineva imi zambeste, cu sau fara motiv. Din fericire, acu' locuiesc &lt;br /&gt;intr-o tara unde zambetul face parte din firescul zilei. Indiferent daca ne cunoastem sau nu, ne zambim. E o forma de salut pe care o folosim cu toata lumea. Nu exista contact vizual fara zambet, indiferent daca cel cu care te intalnesti este portar, functionar, medic sau profesor universitar. Tot la fel, conversatiile se tin cu zambetul pe buze, indiferent de nivelul de educatie a celor implicati. De exemplu, de fiecare data cand intru in contact cu profesorii mei sunt intampinata cu un zambet larg. Va spun, relaxarea pe care ti-o da o asemenea atitudine este nepretuita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu altii cum sunt, dar eu apreciez fiecare zambet indiferent daca imi este adresat sau nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6101359154211459325?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6101359154211459325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6101359154211459325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/06/despre-zambet.html' title='despre zambet'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2013241546943506464</id><published>2011-06-23T04:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T04:53:46.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inapoi la scris</title><content type='html'>Ma batea gandul de ceva vreme sa imi redeschid blogul, dar amanam mereu din n-shpe mii de motive. Pe de alta parte, tot atat de multe motive ma indemnau sa nu mai las sa treaca vremea si sa ma reapuc de scris. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am si eu, ca tot omu', cateva bloguri pe care le citesc cu drag. Si astept posturile noi cu nerabdare. Si zi de zi accesez acele pagini sperand la cateva randuri noi, indiferent de subiect. Pfuu, si ce senzatie de parasiciune ma cuprinde cand vad ca trec zilele si persoana respectiva isi vede linistita de viata ei, fara a posta nimic pe pagina virtuala. :) Zau ca doar cateva randuri scrise de oamenii pe care eu ii admir imi pot face ziua mai frumoasa. Si le astept cu nerabdare. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asadar, iata-ma din nou in fata computerului tastand cuvinte pentru cei carora le-as putea face ziua un pic mai frumoasa. Sper sa am suficient timp si spor sa o fac cat mai des cu putinta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2013241546943506464?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2013241546943506464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2013241546943506464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2011/06/inapoi-la-scris.html' title='inapoi la scris'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1875646939639783101</id><published>2010-11-09T01:08:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T02:54:57.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zi frumoasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNkYTaQMyPI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sc53-Wor1oE/s1600/pescarus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNkYTaQMyPI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sc53-Wor1oE/s200/pescarus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537483938572585202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Buble-Feeling good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/isanda/f65ee4b687ff8f.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=isanda&amp;amp;hash=f65ee4b687ff8f&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/isanda/f65ee4b687ff8f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=isanda&amp;amp;hash=f65ee4b687ff8f&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am inceput saptamana cat se poate de placut. M-am trezit cu un chef de viata de parca mi-ar fi injectat cineva o doza de 'ce-frumoasa-este-viata'. In timp ce conduceam spre scoala ma uitam la muntii de culoarea nisipului si parca niciodata n-au fost mai frumosi. La radio muzica era atat de misto de ziceai ca playlist-ul a fost facut special pentru mine. Am ajuns la scoala si am aflat ca am luat A la cel mai important examen de pe semestrul asta. Ma si gandeam "ia uite, ma, ce inceput de zi frumos"... Si ziua mi-a continuat pe acelsi ton. Am fost la masa cu cativa colegi care imi sunt foarte dragi; am ras si am povestit. Apoi am invatat impreuna pentru examenul de saptamana viitoare. Am terminat clasele foarte tarziu si m-am indreptat spre casa. Aproape tot drumul am povestit si am ras la telefon cu un prieten foarte drag de aici. Eram aproape de casa cand am auzit la radio una din melodiile mele preferate. Am zambit. Si exact cand ma gandeam ce frumos se incheie ziua mea, imi da mama mesaj sa imi spuna ca s-au intors din vacanta. I-am sunat instantaneu si am povestit depre aventura lor tocmai incheiata si despre viitoarea mea vacanta acasa. Inca mai zambesc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1875646939639783101?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1875646939639783101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1875646939639783101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/11/michael-buble-feeling-good-mi-am.html' title='zi frumoasa'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNkYTaQMyPI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sc53-Wor1oE/s72-c/pescarus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8024438680486076266</id><published>2010-11-08T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:09:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the places you'll go</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You have brains in your head. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have feet in your shoes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can steer yourself any direction you choose. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're on your own. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you know what you know. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Dr. Seuss (Oh, The Places You'll Go!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8024438680486076266?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8024438680486076266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8024438680486076266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='oh, the places you&apos;ll go'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-9057541071950952007</id><published>2010-11-07T22:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:09:21.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi - Cele doua cuvinte</title><content type='html'>Mor dupa clipul asta nou a celor de la Taxi. Bestiala idee sa ii ai la un loc pe cei mai sexy/frumosi/talentati barbati din showbiz si sa-i pui sa se impiedice in cele doua cuvinte. Cat de misto arata Oreste, cat de sexy e Cabral, cat de smecher e Iantu, cat de cool e Vintila, cat e funny e Doroftei, ca sa nu mai zic de Fodor... ca o sa ziceti ca sunt subiectiva... :) Pana si Cheloo e in videoclip!! Foarte tare, foarte inspirata ideea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0BkdKGPTxw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0BkdKGPTxw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/3497229396668620526-9057541071950952007?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9057541071950952007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9057541071950952007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/11/taxi-cele-doua-cuvinte.html' title='Taxi - Cele doua cuvinte'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7124763977584900597</id><published>2010-11-05T11:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:51:40.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M-a invatat ca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNRRCGnzfZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3tb1I9oXlZY/s1600/nico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNRRCGnzfZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3tb1I9oXlZY/s200/nico.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536138938524335506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jem  -  Just a ride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cmcristina13/f9bb08f029fa64.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=cmcristina13&amp;amp;hash=f9bb08f029fa64&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/cmcristina13/f9bb08f029fa64.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=cmcristina13&amp;amp;hash=f9bb08f029fa64&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;impartasesc si voua!!&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita.&lt;br /&gt;Restul ... depinde de ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie&lt;br /&gt;Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere&lt;br /&gt;Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata&lt;br /&gt;Ci PE CINE ai.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul&lt;br /&gt;cca 15 minute&lt;br /&gt;Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce&lt;br /&gt;pot altii mai bine sa faca&lt;br /&gt;Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla&lt;br /&gt;oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu&lt;br /&gt;cuvinte calde&lt;br /&gt;S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie,&lt;br /&gt;cand trebuie&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu stiu s-o arate&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa&lt;br /&gt;fiu suparat&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe&lt;br /&gt;chiar si la distanta&lt;br /&gt;Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea&lt;br /&gt;tu&lt;br /&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un&lt;br /&gt;prieten&lt;br /&gt;Oricum te va rani din cand in cand&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fi&lt;br /&gt;iertat de altii&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine&lt;br /&gt;insuti&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea&lt;br /&gt;influenta personalitatea&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu&lt;br /&gt;inseamna ca nu se iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se&lt;br /&gt;iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe&lt;br /&gt;primul loc&lt;br /&gt;Si nu faptele sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;br /&gt;Si pot vedea ceva total diferit&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai&lt;br /&gt;departe in viata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva&lt;br /&gt;ore&lt;br /&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai&lt;br /&gt;nimic de dat&lt;br /&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l&lt;br /&gt;ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul&lt;br /&gt;Ca si vorbitul&lt;br /&gt;Poate linisti durerile sufletesti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Iti sunt luati prea repede ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani&lt;br /&gt;oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;de Octavian Paler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7124763977584900597?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7124763977584900597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7124763977584900597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/11/m-invatat-ca.html' title='M-a invatat ca...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNRRCGnzfZI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3tb1I9oXlZY/s72-c/nico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-9120820295573343236</id><published>2010-11-03T23:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:40:37.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNJclAeJvvI/AAAAAAAAA54/wYMF0dn3Qr4/s1600/turnul+cu+ceas+sighisoara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNJclAeJvvI/AAAAAAAAA54/wYMF0dn3Qr4/s200/turnul+cu+ceas+sighisoara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535588682843143922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ma gandesc din ce in ce mai des la cei de acasa. Familie si prieteni deopotriva. Mi-e dor de ei, de toti impreuna si de fiecare separat. M-a trosnit acest dor cu vreo doua luni in urma. Simt nevoia de o vacanta in locurile familiare, alaturi de oamenii pe care-i iubesc si care fac parte din mine. Simt nevoia de a povesti fata in fata despre experienta mea de aici, despre ceea ce am invatat pana acum, despre tot ce am trait in acesti doi ani de cand am plecat de acasa. Vreau sa fac asta in bucataria bunicii mele, pe canapeaua prietenei mele, la o plimbare cu masina impreuna cu vara-mea, la o masa cu prietenii, pe o bordura in fata blocului sau la un pescuit pe malul lacului. Vreau sa ascult povestea din ultimii doi ani a fiecarui om drag in parte. Vreau sa le vad zambetul si sa le simt din nou dragostea in ochi si in gesturi. Vreau sa mananc gogosi facuti de bunica, costita cu varza gatita de unchiul meu, ciorba de la mama si prajitura de la matusa-mea. Vreau sa ma plimb pe jos dintr-un capat in altul al orasului si sa ma opresc in locurile dragi. Vreau sa imi imbratisez familia si prietenii si sa le spun cat de dor mi-a fost de ei.&lt;div&gt;Cand am plecat de acasa ma gandeam oare cat timp va trece pana voi simti ca vreau acasa la mama. Acum stiu: un an si jumatate. Da, dupa un an si jumatate simt ca vreau acasa la mama. Pentru o luna. Sau doua saptamani. Sau una. Sau macar pentru o zi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTc8kvd_8hQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTc8kvd_8hQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-9120820295573343236?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9120820295573343236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9120820295573343236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/11/dor.html' title='dor'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TNJclAeJvvI/AAAAAAAAA54/wYMF0dn3Qr4/s72-c/turnul+cu+ceas+sighisoara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7002503285652116869</id><published>2010-10-29T19:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:51:52.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith (final de poveste)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TMuK1NH4RmI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KmMTYyNdde0/s1600/stop+sign+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TMuK1NH4RmI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KmMTYyNdde0/s200/stop+sign+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533669213815195234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...continuare&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tigru007/0615980f931e6f.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=tigru007&amp;amp;hash=0615980f931e6f&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/tigru007/0615980f931e6f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=tigru007&amp;amp;hash=0615980f931e6f&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie Williams -No regrets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith si-a revenit dupa despartire. Nu complet, dar poate sa rationeze pe seama ei. Si-a pus intrebari, si-a dat raspunsuri, a tras concluzii, iar la final a spus... stop joc! Sunt foarte mandra de ea. Eu nu stiu daca as fi fost atat de viteaza, cu toate ce ea pare mult mai fragila decat mine. Mi-a spus ca cel mai greu i-a fost sa ia hotararea definitiva ca nu o sa mai aiba niciun fel de relatie de dragoste cu baiatul respectiv. Ii era teama ca poate nu a facut destul pentru a continua relatia, ca poate a fost ea egoista, ca poate nu a stiut ce sa spuna si cum sa faca... Toate astea au framantat-o zile si nopti la rand. Si, s-a gandit ca inainte sa ia hotararea definitiva sa-l mai vada o data, sa-l auda, sa-l stranga in brate si sa-si aduca aminte ce i-a placut la el. Si l-a sunat. Iar el nu i-a raspuns. Si a sunat din nou. Iar el iar nu i-a raspuns. Si i-a scris si un mesaj. Abia dupa asta el a sunat-o inapoi. L-a rugat sa se vada cu ea si s-au intalnit. Eu, recunosc, dupa primul telefon la care nu mi-ar fi raspuns as fi renuntat. Ea nu.&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Nico, ma uitam la el si mi-am adus aminte instant de ce ne-am despartit. In timp ce vorbea stiam ca nu-l mai vreau inapoi si ma felicitam in gand pentru minunata idee de a ma intalni cu el. Daca nu as fi facut-o as fi plans dupa el fiind sigura ca am pierdut iubirea vietii mele."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma uitam la Faith si ii dadeam dreptate. Cel mai mult mi-a placut ca a facut tot ce i-a stat in putinta pentru relatia asta. Acum poate pleca linistita. De cate ori nu ramanem cu regretul ca poate daca am fi insistat, sau daca am fi incercat mai mult, sau daca am fi intrebat, sau daca am fi spus... Faith nu o sa aiba niciodata regretul asta pentru ca ea a facut totul. Plus, l-a revazut si si-a dat seama ca el nu are aproape nimic din barbatul pe care ea si-l doreste langa ea. Mi-a spus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Iti mai aduci aminte cum iti spuneam ca ce o sa ma fac pentru ca n-o sa mai gasesc niciodata un baiat ca el. Si cum ma gandeam eu la asta am realizat cat de norocoasa as fi sa NU mai intalnesc asa un baiat. De ce as vrea un baiat la fel daca asta nu m-a facut fericita? Nu e evident ca imi trebuie cu totul altceva?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Radeam amandoua, iar eu ma bucuram pentru logica ei. A fost mult mai vioaie in ultimele zile, se vede clar ca ii e din ce in ce mai usor cu fiecare zi ce trece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"A, si cand ma gandesc acum cum plangeam si iti spuneam ca unde mai gasesc eu pe cineva care sa doarma cu mine pe plaja, sa se trezeasca sa vedem rasaritul in pijamale, sa ne uitam la stele din mijlocul desertului, sa calatoreasca alaturi de mine... Si pe urma m-am gandit de cate ori a facut el asta inainte sa ma cunoasca pe mine. Exact, NICIODATA! El a facut toate asta pentru ca eu sunt asa, pentru ca eu am initiat, pentru ca eu am avut ideile astea. Si, asa cum el a venit cu mine in pijamale pe malul oceanului, asa va veni oricine ma va iubi."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt perfect de acord cu tot ceea ce spune. Are dreptate ca ea a fost cea care a facut cele mai multe lucruri interesante pentru relatia lor. Din pacate, contributia baiatului a fost foarte mica. Dupa cum am mai spus, Faith merita mult mai mult decat putea el sa-i ofere. Nici macar nu-l acuz pe el de nimic. Atat a putut, atat a stiut. Sunt sigura ca daca ar fi putut si ar fi stiut mai mult, ar fi facut-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Stii ce nu stie el, Nico? Nu stie ca oamenii care nu-si asuma responsabilitatea pentru actiunile lor, pentru sentimentele lor sau pentru dorintele lor, vor fi mereu niste loseri. Vor fi niste nefericiti toata viata lor. Nu poti sa te simti puternic si sigur pe tine cand iti e mereu frica sa-ti asumi ceea ce faci, indiferent daca e bine sau prost. Plus, un om care nu lupta pentru ceea ce isi doreste, se numeste ca a trait degeaba. Iar el traieste degeaba, uitandu-se cu invidie la toti cei din jurul lui despre care el crede ca au reusit sa faca ceva cu viata lor."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, mereu am spus ca invidia roade sufletele pana nu mai ramane nimic din ele. Un om invidios e cel care si daca are 200 de milioane de dolari va fi la fel de nefericit in timp ce il va invidia pe altul mai frumos, mai destept, mai devreme acasa, mai cu copii, mai cu... mai..., mai..., mai.... Intotdeauna se va gasi un mai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Asa ca de astazi las in urma tot ce am trait cu el si ma uit inainte cu speranta ca urmatorul care ma va tine de mana in timp ce ne vom uita la stele va avea curajul sa-si asume responsabilitatea sentimentelor lui, a actiunilor lui, a vorbelor, a dorintelor... noastre. Stiu sigur ca acel cineva exista."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7002503285652116869?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7002503285652116869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7002503285652116869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-final-de-poveste.html' title='Faith (final de poveste)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TMuK1NH4RmI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KmMTYyNdde0/s72-c/stop+sign+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-3853776370043103264</id><published>2010-10-21T23:40:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:53:39.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith (ep. 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TME1l8gmkCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Lulbuu5g-Po/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TME1l8gmkCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Lulbuu5g-Po/s200/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530760743401984034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...continuare&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Seherezada/99e5c7b55608a6.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=Seherezada&amp;amp;hash=99e5c7b55608a6&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Seherezada/99e5c7b55608a6.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=Seherezada&amp;amp;hash=99e5c7b55608a6&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana Krall - ''I miss you so''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zilele trec una dupa alta aparent linistite.  Durerea ei incepe sa se estompeze. Pare ca isi revine cu fiecare zi ce trece. Daca nu as cunoaste-o atat de bine probabil ca nici nu as observa tristetea din ochii ei. Tristete pe care si-o ascunde atat de bine. Acum cateva seri ne-am uitat impreuna la stele. Am intrebat-o ce simte. Mi-a spus ca ii este foarte, foarte dor. Atat de dor incat uneori simte ca de abia poate sa respire. Apoi s-a intors catre mine si m-a intrebat cat o sa mai dureze tot procesul de vindecare. Mereu imi pune intrebari la care se asteapta ca eu sa am raspuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"De ce nu ma faci bine? Tu ar trebui sa stii sa ma vindeci, doar te duci la scoala aia unde te invata ce trebuie sa faci cu cei ca mine, cei care sufera," imi spune serioasa. "Spune-mi cat o sa mai dureze,"&lt;/i&gt; insista ea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Faith, singurul lucru pe care il stiu este ca o sa treaca. Cu fiecare zi va durea mai putin, pana intr-o zi cand nu va mai durea deloc,"&lt;/i&gt; i-am raspuns eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fapt, asta e adevarul. Va trece. Cat timp va dura tot procesul de vindecare, habar nu am, dar cu siguranta va trece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Ti-am spus vreodata ca mergeam impreuna cu el in desert si ne uitam la stele?"&lt;/i&gt; mi-a spus ea dintr-o data. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum e in perioada in care isi aduce aminte toate lucrurile frumoase si simte nevoia sa vorbeasca despre asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Da, mi-ai spus. Si mi-ai mai spus ca ati avut niste momente foarte importante acolo, la locul vostru din desert,"&lt;/i&gt; i-am raspuns eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rade. Doamne, slava Domnului ca rade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Auzi, Nico, tu stii totul despre mine,"&lt;/i&gt; imi zice ea vesela. &lt;i&gt;"Ce m-as face eu fara tine?"&lt;/i&gt; ma intreaba apoi serioasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma uitam la cerul acoperit cu stele si ma gandeam la cat de fragili suntem noi, oamenii. Cat de usor ne putem dezechilibra si cat de greu ne e sa ne revenim. Cata nevoie avem unii de altii si cat de dependenti suntem de dragostea celui de langa noi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Stii, inca si acum, dupa atatea zile, primul lucru pe care il fac dimineata e sa ma uit la telefon sa vad daca mi-a scris ceva. 'Buna dimineata, iubita mea,' asa imi scria in fiecare dimineata,"&lt;/i&gt; mi-a spus Faith in timp ce se uita la stele. &lt;i&gt;"Uneori mi-e teama ca nu-l voi putea uita vreodata. Alteori mi-e teama ca am sa-l uit si, atunci, tot ce-am trait cu el, tot ce traiesc acum, e degeaba... De ce toata aceasta framantare daca pana la urma ramane... nimic."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va urma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-3853776370043103264?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3853776370043103264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3853776370043103264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-ep-4.html' title='Faith (ep. 4)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TME1l8gmkCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/Lulbuu5g-Po/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2603421869927955717</id><published>2010-10-21T12:36:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:55:13.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith (ep. 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TMCibU-Ke6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XBEMtULxGm4/s1600/I+love+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TMCibU-Ke6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XBEMtULxGm4/s200/I+love+you.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530598932780579746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...continuare&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ralwka/087bec7bbac95a.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=ralwka&amp;amp;hash=087bec7bbac95a&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ralwka/087bec7bbac95a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="33" flashvars="username=ralwka&amp;amp;hash=087bec7bbac95a&amp;amp;miniMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt-Cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A doua zi am plecat spre Los Angeles. Unicul meu scop era sa o fac pe Faith sa se simta mai bine. Stiu ca o despartire nu inseamna doar suferinta. O despartire inseamna tristete si frica si furie. Nu vroiam sa o las pe Faith singura cu toate aceste sentimente. Am hotarat ca indiferent cat va dura, o saptamana, trei saptamani, o luna, cinci luni, voi fi alturi de ea. Vreau sa simta ca se poate baza pe mine, ca isi poate urla furia in gura mare, ca poate sa planga oricat simte sa o faca si ca nu e singura. &lt;div&gt;Drumul pana acolo a fost tacut. Faith era cu gandurile departe, probabil cu gandul la el. Aproape tot drumul a stat cu privirea pe geam. Din cand in cand se uita la ecranul telefonului pe care il tinea in mana. Nu cred sa-si fi dorit vreodata mai mult sa sune telefonul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne-am dus direct pe plaja in Santa Monica. Ne-am descaltat si am pornit la o plimbare pe plaja, cu picioarele in ocean. Am inceput sa povestim. Mi-a spus ce si cum se intamplase cu o seara inainte. Mi-a spus ca se simte abandonata. Spera ca el sa o sune. Dar telefonul nu suna. Eu stiam ca baiatul asta nu va mai suna niciodata, dar nu vroiam sa-i spulber ultima speranta. Speranta asta o facea sa poata trece peste ziua respectiva si poate peste cele ce vor urma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Mi-a spus ca vrea sa raman in viata lui, indiferent de cum va fi relatia noastra. Ca vrea sa pastreze legatura cu familia mea,"&lt;/i&gt; mi-a spus ea cu un zambet trist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce ipocrit, m-am gandit eu. As fi pus pariu cu ea pe 5 dolari ca n-o sa o sune niciodata sa o intrebe de sanatate. Nici pe ea si nici pe familia ei. N-am facut-o, am dat doar din cap si i-am spus ca poate e o idee buna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Da, si eu cred la fel. I-am spus ca poate sa ma sune oricand. Mi-ar fi greu sa dispar din viata lui, asa, dintr-o data. As vrea sa ma sune astazi sa ma intrebe daca sunt bine. As vrea sa stiu ca-i pasa."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-a uitat la telefon si inceput sa planga incet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Faith, baiatul asta nu te merita,&lt;/i&gt;" i-am spus eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mi-a raspuns nimic. Oricum, nu cred ca a fost de acord cu mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Stii ca pe plaja asta ne-am sarutat pentru prima oara?&lt;/i&gt;" m-a intrebat ea cu un zambet mare. &lt;i&gt;"Hai sa-ti arat unde,"&lt;/i&gt; si m-a tras dupa ea. &lt;i&gt;"O sa fac o poza si i-o trimit. O sa se bucure, stiu eu. Asta e locul nostru special." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A facut poza si i-a trimis-o. Era mai linistita acum. Spera la o reactie din partea lui, reactie care n-a mai venit niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa plimbarea de pe plaja am plecat sa ne intalnim cu prietenii mei cu care urma sa ne petrecem seara. Seara care a fost foarte reusita. Prietenii mei au venit cu prietenii lor care ne-au dus la alti prieteni care aveau o petrecere. A fost o petrecere cu actori, regizori, producatori, scenaristi. Niste artisti cu totii. Evident ca Faith a fost in centrul atentiei, desi nu i-a pasat catusi de putin. Si nu pentru ca era suparata ci pentru ca niciodata nu realizeaza cand e in centrul atentiei. Era la petrecere un baiat frumos care nu si-a dezlipit ochii de la ea. Stiam ca ea nu-l va observa, dar bucuria mea a fost ca am vazut-o razand si povestind. Noaptea s-a terminat foarte tarziu. Era aproape dimineata cand am ajuns acasa. Inainte sa ne bagam in pat mi-a spus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Nu mi-a raspuns la mesaj..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despartirile sunt dureroase, pline de tristete, de frica, de furie. Dar, indiferent cat va dura, eu voi fi langa Faith si vom trece impreuna prin asta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va urma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2603421869927955717?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2603421869927955717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2603421869927955717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-ep-3.html' title='Faith (ep. 3)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TMCibU-Ke6I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XBEMtULxGm4/s72-c/I+love+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6020746020346073850</id><published>2010-10-21T12:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:29:19.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Way You Are</title><content type='html'>Astazi am primit un e-mail cu urmatorul mesaj: "De unde te stie tipul asta?" si un link catre melodia de mai jos. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recunosc, mi-a facut ziua. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6020746020346073850?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6020746020346073850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6020746020346073850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just The Way You Are'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2509189169108469239</id><published>2010-10-19T22:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:08:39.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL6Dohuvn2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bUOHAXdLGng/s1600/ploaie+in+desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL6Dohuvn2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bUOHAXdLGng/s200/ploaie+in+desert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530002124729982818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi dimineata m-au trezit tunetele si zgomotul ploii in geam. M-am uitat afara si am vazut ca era intunecat si ploua foarte tare. Nu-mi venea sa cred ochilor. Parca nu eram in desert. M-am bagat inapoi in pat si ma uitam la apa care siroia pe peretele din geam care da spre curte. Am simtit liniste. Am inchis ochii si am ascultat ploaia. Tunetele tulburau din cand in cand ritmul sacadat al picaturilor mari. Si mi s-a facut dor... Dor de tot ce am trait si de tot ce va veni. Dor de mine si de toti cei din jurul meu. Stateam cu ochii inchisi si ascultam picaturile de ploaie. Am hotarat ca-mi voi petrece ziua in pijamale si asa am si facut. Astazi a fost una dintre cele mai frumoase zile pe care le-am avut eu cu mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lkCAaFhYev8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lkCAaFhYev8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2509189169108469239?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2509189169108469239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2509189169108469239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/kiss-rain.html' title='kiss the rain'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL6Dohuvn2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bUOHAXdLGng/s72-c/ploaie+in+desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-135530365672380874</id><published>2010-10-19T12:38:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:56:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith (ep. 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL340RclHVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/sw8CLgNcsR0/s1600/cer+rosu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL340RclHVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/sw8CLgNcsR0/s200/cer+rosu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529849494400998738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;continuare....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Am asteptat-o pe Faith sa vina la mine sa-mi spuna ce s-a intamplat. Mi-au trecut prin minte un milion de scenarii. O mai auzisem eu plangand, dar niciodata in asa hal. Ma pregatisem pentru ce era mai rau. Nici nu vroiam sa imi imaginez ce urma sa-mi spuna... A ajuns, i-am deschis usa si am invitat-o inauntru. Avea ochii rosii de plans, lacrimile ii suroiau pe fata si suspina de parca se terminase pamantul. M-am asezat in fata ei si am lasat-o sa planga. Stiam ca imi va spune ce s-a intamplat imediat dupa ce isi va reveni putin. Imi aduc aminte ca era imbracata cu un maieu alb, o pereche de pantaloni foarte scurti in dungi roz, albe si negre, iar in picioare avea boots negri. Parul bine intins ii era prins intr-o coada la spate. Era atat de frumoasa. Ma uitam la ea si mi se rupea sufletul. Niciodata nu mi-a fost usor sa vad pe cineva plangand. Mereu as vrea sa pot avea solutii magice prin care sa pot opri durerea celui de langa mine. Sau macar sa stiu cuvintele potrivite ce ar trebui spuse. Dar, din experienta stiu ca nu exista nici solutii magice si nici cuvinte potrivite pentru asemenea situatii. Singurul lucru pe care poti sa il faci e sa stai cuminte langa persoana respectiva si sa-i asculti durerea. Durere care uneori se manifesta prin lacrimi. Si asta am facut pana cand, printre suspine, mi-a spus ca a parasit-o iubitul. Eh, la asa o veste mie imi venea sa strig Aleluia!, dar nu puteam sa-i fac asa ceva. In fond, indiferent de cum e baiatul, Faith sufera, iar eu vroiam sa-i fiu alaturi. Asta nu m-a oprit insa sa ma gandesc ca, de fapt, i s-a intamplat unul din cele mai bune lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Am stat un timp si am ascultat-o cum isi punea intrebari la care nici eu si nici ea nu aveam raspunsuri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"De ce nu ma vrea, Nico?"&lt;/i&gt; ma intreba soptit. &lt;i&gt;"De ce nu ma vrea?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Ce sa raspunzi la asa o intrebare cand te uiti la ea si nu-i poti gasi niciun defect? Ce sa-i raspunzi cand convingerea ta este ca niciun om normal n-ar parasi asa o fata? I-am spus sa ramana la mine peste noapte.  A doua zi puteam pleca impreuna in Los Angeles. Vroiam sa o scot din gandurile ei, sa o ajut sa-si mai revina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;-&lt;i&gt;"Vino cu mine in Los Angeles maine,"&lt;/i&gt; i-am spus. &lt;i&gt;"Ne putem plimba cu picioarele prin ocean,povestim despre ce vrei tu, poate mergem si la un party. Ce zici?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Mi-a spus ca da, vine. Era absenta. Era ea cu gandurile ei. In noaptea aia am auzit-o suspinand aproape pana dimineata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;va urma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-135530365672380874?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/135530365672380874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/135530365672380874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith-ep-2_19.html' title='Faith (ep. 2)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL340RclHVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/sw8CLgNcsR0/s72-c/cer+rosu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5585579819636507766</id><published>2010-10-18T23:54:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:40:22.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL1QOsJkAKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nrmebBynni0/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL1QOsJkAKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nrmebBynni0/s200/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529664130780496034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M-am tot gandit in ultimele zile despre ce sa mai scriu pe blog. Viata mea nu e suficient de intensa si interesanta ca sa scriu zilnic despre ea. N-as vrea sa plictisesc cu scoala mea, cu examenele, cu problemele psihologice despre care invat... Nici nu cred ca ar interesa pe cineva sa scriu despre autism, tulburari de personalitate sau despre depresie majora. Si chiar daca cineva ar fi interesat despre aceste subiecte ar gasi pe net tone de informatii despre asta. Asadar, ma gandeam despre ce sa scriu, totusi. Primesc mailuri in care mi se spune sa scriu despre orice. Ceva de genul: "Hai, ma', Nicoleta, scrie si tu mai des ca stau in fiecare dimineata cu cafeaua in fata si mi-e drag sa te citesc. Scrie despre orice. " :) Mi-e greu sa scriu despre ceva ce nu traiesc. Macar, asa, tangential. Si, cand ma gandeam la asta, mi-a venit o idee. Sa scriu despre Faith, prietena mea. Mie imi plac oamenii cu povestile lor cu tot, iar Faith are o poveste pe care, prietene fiind, o traiesc impreuna cu ea. Am intrebat-o daca imi da voie sa scriu despre asta si mi-a raspuns cu zambind usor: "Nico, poti sa faci ce vrei tu." Si uite asa incep sa scriu despre povestea ei, sau mai bine zis povestea ei din doua puncte de vedere: al ei si al meu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai intai o sa va spun cateva cuvinte despre Faith ca sa va faceti o imagine despre ea. Este o artista in toata puterea cuvantului. Picteaza de cand se stie, iar la 16 ani a avut prima ei expozitie. Traieste ca un artist, simte ca un artist, judeca exact ca un artist. Am intalnit-o in una din clasele mele de psihologie. Mereu si-a dorit sa stie ce se intampla in sufletul oamenilor. Prima data cand am vazut-o nu mi-am putut lua ochii de la ea. Are o frumusete aparte, e usor misterioasa, pare serioasa desi zambeste mai mereu. E ceva la ea ce atrage. Poate ochii verzi care se uita bland la fiecare persoana sau poate sufletul ei frumos care e atat de vizibil, nu stiu sigur... Cert este ca ne-am imprietenit foarte tare. Am descoperit ca avem foarte multe lucruri in comun si ca de multe ori simtim la fel vis-a-vis de ceea ce ne inconjoara. De exemplu, ne place acelasi gen de muzica, ne place sa pierdem noptile uitandu-ne la stele, ne place oceanul, ne plac oamenii, ne plac povestile. Astea ar fi doar cateva exemple, asa, la prima mana. Pe langa lucrurile ce ne leaga, am descoperit si faptul ca suntem diferite din multe puncte de vedere. Ea e foarte sensibiloasa, extrem de artista, mult prea ingaduitoare (dupa gustul meu), mereu gata sa gaseasca scuze pentru cei din jur sau sa se lase pe ea in favoarea celor pe care-i iubeste. Eu ii spun ca traieste cu capul in nori. Ea imi spune ca eu sunt prea cu picioarele pe pamant. Oricum, mi-e clar ca in prietenia noastra eu sunt ancora ei in realitate. Ne petrecem foarte mult timp impreuna, ne cam stim visele, implinirile, sperantele, povestile... Ne spunem cate in luna si in stele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acu' o saptamana, pe la 12 noaptea, Faith m-a sunat, plangand in hohote. Singurul lucru pe care l-am inteles a fost ca trebuie neaparat sa ma vada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                          va urma....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5585579819636507766?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5585579819636507766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5585579819636507766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TL1QOsJkAKI/AAAAAAAAA4o/nrmebBynni0/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1234924576812995321</id><published>2010-10-17T10:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:04:48.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing... I just wanted to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLs3aLi1rjI/AAAAAAAAA4g/KYj8B41Cw0I/s1600/pooh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLs3aLi1rjI/AAAAAAAAA4g/KYj8B41Cw0I/s200/pooh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529073890442456626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piglet&lt;/b&gt;: "Pooh," he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pooh&lt;/b&gt;: "Yes, Piglet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piglet&lt;/b&gt;: "Nothing... I just wanted to be sure of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1234924576812995321?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1234924576812995321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1234924576812995321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/piglet-pooh-he-whispered.html' title='Nothing... 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Sunt in al 9-lea cer de cand m-am apucat sa ma antrenez cu Carmen, ea explicandu-mi de pe ecranul computerului ce si cum trebuie sa fac. De cand am inceput scoala nu prea mai am timp de sala, plus, sa va spun sincer, m-am cam saturat de salile de forta. Ma duc acolo doar pentru yoga. In rest, ma dau cu rolele, cu bicicleta, ma plimb, iar mai nou fac antrenament cu Carmen. In fiecare zi imi pun laptopu' pe masuta din living, imi intind o paturica pe jos si ma apuc de antrenament. Carmen imi numara cat am de facut, cate secunde de exercitiu si cate secunde de pauza. Eu trebuie doar sa execut. Singura mea problema e ca imi numara doar in prima parte a exercitiului, iar cand o ia de la capat e doar un montaj fara numaratoare, ceea ce m-a cam incurcat la inceput pana m-am prins ca pot sa o dau de la capat pana se fac 12 minute. Mi-ar fi mai usor daca ar face programul cap coada pentru ca mi-e mai drag sa fac antrenamentul uitandu-ma la ea.&lt;br /&gt;Va spun, nu e greu, dar nu e nici usor. Eu sunt motivata de faptul ca dureaza doar 12 minute, se poate face oriunde, iar cand te uiti la cat de bine arata Carmen iti vine sa faci antrenament dublu. Eu zic sa incercati. A, si asteptati-va sa faceti febra musculara. :)&lt;div&gt;Mai jos am pus cateva din antrenamentele pe care le fac impreuna cu Carmen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gdw0RU0BVPc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gdw0RU0BVPc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnNgedALBn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnNgedALBn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9R_ToQ0ulzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9R_ToQ0ulzw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYJHH-B07fA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gYJHH-B07fA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRTBOWFAw_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRTBOWFAw_o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8978072632814816891?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8978072632814816891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8978072632814816891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-sunt-fan.html' title='Eu sunt fan...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-9164346631368529922</id><published>2010-10-10T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:57:16.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/10</title><content type='html'>Am ajuns acasa dupa un weekend frumos petrecut cu prietenii. M-am plimbat cu picioarele prin ocean, am povestit si am ras foarte mult. E atat de bine sa fii inconjurata de oameni frumosi si relaxati. Cand am plecat spre prietenii mei nu eram in cea mai buna dipozitie. Eram usor trista, fara chef, cu gandurile in alta parte decat in locul spre care ma intreptam. Dar m-am gandit ca un weekend cu prietenii o sa ma scoata din starea mea. Si exact asa s-a si intamplat. Am fost la o petrecere unde am cunoscut oameni noi si am ascultat muzica buna. In jurul unui foc de tabara, langa o piscina frumoasa, ne-am imprietenit si ne-am povestit gandurile, experientele, trairile, dorintele... Am ras mult, asta a fost cel mai important pentru mine. Astazi, in drum spre casa, am realizat, din nou, cat de norocoasa sunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-9164346631368529922?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9164346631368529922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9164346631368529922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10/10/10'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8680851841029164800</id><published>2010-10-06T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:05:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zambesc</title><content type='html'>Sunt Zen. De cateva zile sunt intr-o stare de liniste si acceptare pura. Nimic nu ma surprinde, nimic nu doare, nu am dorinte sau asteptari. Doar sunt. Ma uit in jurul meu si zambesc. Cei din jur imi zambesc inapoi. Imi place atat de mult ceea ce vad. Oamenii sunt frumosi si buni. Daca ar avea habar ei cat de fericita ma face pe mine un zambet... Si sunt atat de multe zambete in jurul meu... Un zambet poate cuprinde o multime de mesaje. Printr-un zambet poti spune ca accepti, ca iubesti, ca iti pasa, ca intelegi, ca esti fericit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt la scoala, ca in fiecare miercuri. Studentii sunt tolaniti care pe unde in ceea ce numesc ei locul de recreatie a studentului. Acest loc este o cladire speciala in care avem cateva fast-food-uri, un Starbucks, un pub, un centru special pentru femei, un loc cu diferite jocuri, un living imens cu multe canapele confortabile, ma rog, un loc in care noi, studentii, ne putem petrece timpul dintre cursuri. Aici imi place mie sa vin. Am un loc al meu de unde, atunci cand nu citesc, ii privesc. Acum, in timp ce scriu ii aud cum rad. Cineva de langa mine imi spune 'bless you' pentru ca am stranutat. Ridic ochii si vad un baiat cu o caciula haioasa pe cap. Imi zambeste. Zambesc inapoi. Daca ar stii cat de fericita ma fac pe mine zambetele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziceam ca sunt Zen. Nimic nu doare, nimic nu trebuie. Zambesc. Doar zambesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8680851841029164800?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8680851841029164800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8680851841029164800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/10/zambesc.html' title='zambesc'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6907598529804021196</id><published>2010-09-27T15:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:57:38.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la scoala</title><content type='html'>Gata vacanta, am inceput scoala. M-am trezit de dimineata, cu gura pana la urechi, toata numa' o bucurie. Am ajuns in campus unde misuna studentii ca intr-un furnicar. Imi place verdele crud si intens al ierbii si al copacilor. Soarele straluceste puternic si e foarte cald. Exact asa cum imi place mie. &lt;br /&gt;Am terminat prima clasa, un seminar in Clinical Psychology. Profesorul e bland, umorist si zambaste mereu. Stiu ca o sa-mi placa aceasta clasa pentru ca am citit deja cartile pentru ea. Dupa ce am iesit din clasa de Clinical m-am intins pe iarba, sub un copac, si am citit  vreo 2 ore. Acum ma pregatesc pentru a doua clasa, dupa care mai am doua si gata. La zece seara ma voi indrepta spre casa. &lt;br /&gt;Imi place la scoala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6907598529804021196?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6907598529804021196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6907598529804021196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-scoala.html' title='la scoala'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8525433532734558655</id><published>2010-09-25T10:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:56:24.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sambata dimineata</title><content type='html'>E weekend. Sambata dimineata. Eu, tot in pijamale, ma gandesc la nemurirea sufletului. Aseara mi-a fost dor de prietenii mei din Romania. Mi-a fost dor de confortul pe care doar ei mi-l pot da. Senzatia aia ca esti in siguranta cu oamenii care te cunosc atat de bine. Mi-a fost dor de senzatia aia. Astept cu nerabdare sa-i vad din nou, sa-i strang in brate si sa le spun cat de dor mi-a fost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8525433532734558655?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8525433532734558655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8525433532734558655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/09/sambata-dimineata.html' title='sambata dimineata'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5233725183051187595</id><published>2010-09-23T01:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T02:01:08.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ce mica-i vacanta mare</title><content type='html'>Vacanta mea de vara e pe sfarsite. Mai am doar cateva zile pana incep scoala din nou si am inceput sa ma reorganizez. Trebuia sa fac asta pentru ca toata vara am trait intr-o relaxare sora cu lesinul. Timp de 3 luni am fost boieroaica. Am stat cu burta la soare, m-am balacit in piscina si in ocean, m-am plimbat prin locuri faine, am iesit cu prietenii. Viata frumoasa... A, plus, am citit toata vara. Da, am citit in avans toate cartile ce-mi trebuiesc pentru scoala semestrul asta. Asta nu inseamna ca sunt tocilara, asa cum ma acuza unii, inseamna doar ca sunt pasionata de ceea ce invat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timp de doua luni n-am raspuns nici macar la e-mailuri, desi le-am citit cu drag. Astazi, in timp ce ma reorganizam, am reusit sa raspund, cu rusine, la cateva dintre ele. Tot din reorganizare face parte si revenirea mea pe blog. Sa vedem cat m-o tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De abia astept sa merg luni la scoala, sa-mi vad profesorii, sa intru, din nou, in rutina zilnica. Mi-a fost tare bine in vacanta, dar stiu ca imi va fi tare bine la scoala. Mai sunt doar cateva zile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5233725183051187595?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5233725183051187595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5233725183051187595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/09/ce-mica-i-vacanta-mare.html' title='ce mica-i vacanta mare'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7621527878886803054</id><published>2010-09-14T12:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:15:02.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boabe de cafea invelite in ciocolata neagra</title><content type='html'>De cateva zile imi incep ziua cu niste boabe de cafea invelite in ciocolata neagra. O minunatie! Da, de cateva zile, primul lucru pe care il fac dimineata e sa ma duc la punga maaaare plina cu bomboane si incep sa rontai la ele de parca ar fi sfarsitul lumii. Singurul meu stres este ca o sa ma fac cat Casa Poporului. Binenteles ca nu s-ar intampla asta daca m-as limita la a le manca doar dimineata, dar nu... fac asta si de-a lungul zilei, in timp ce stau tolanita pe balansoar si citesc. Si, uite asa, trec zilele mele invelite in ciocolata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mai scrie, dar trebuie sa ma duc sa-mi iau niste boabe de cafea invelite in ciocolata neagra. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7621527878886803054?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7621527878886803054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7621527878886803054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/09/boabe-de-cafea-invelite-in-ciocolata.html' title='boabe de cafea invelite in ciocolata neagra'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2439072263481282574</id><published>2010-09-13T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:42:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mobil</title><content type='html'>Cred ca tocmai am descoperit ca pot scrie pe blog si de pe telefon. Cam tarziu, stiu. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2439072263481282574?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2439072263481282574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2439072263481282574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/09/mobil.html' title='mobil'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1488481349227835799</id><published>2010-09-13T16:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:19:14.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soarele meu</title><content type='html'>Soarele imi straluceste de pe cer. Ca in fiecare zi. Uneori ma uit la el si ii zambesc. Astazi l-am lasat sa se joace in parul meu. L-am lasat sa imi schimbe culoarea pielii. L-am lasat sa ma incalzeasca. Imi place soarele meu. Imi place pentru ca ne vedem in fiecare zi, fara exceptie. Seara ma pot culca linistita pentru ca stiu ca a doua zi ne vom vedea din nou. Ma pot baza pe el. De asta imi place soarele meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1488481349227835799?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1488481349227835799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1488481349227835799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/09/soarele-meu.html' title='soarele meu'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1202995400104784280</id><published>2010-06-20T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:44:33.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cu prietenii</title><content type='html'>Zilele petrecute cu prietenii imi plac cel mai mult. De cand ma stiu am avut prieteni. Indiferent de locul unde m-am stabilit, am gasit oameni care sa simta ca mine, sa rada la acelasi lucruri la care rad si eu, sa aiba aceleasi valori pe care le am si eu. Astazi mi-am petrecut toata ziua pe plaja, cu noii mei prieteni. Am ras, am povestit, am mancat... ne-am construit amintiri. E seara acum, ascult muzica, zambesc. Cred ca sunt fericita. De fapt, nu, nu cred, stiu. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1202995400104784280?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1202995400104784280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1202995400104784280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/06/cu-prietenii.html' title='cu prietenii'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1949306437345307691</id><published>2010-06-19T10:58:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:00:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TB0TUCE5GtI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/doPB6s5VmA0/s1600/nicoleta+dragan+(ocean).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TB0TUCE5GtI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/doPB6s5VmA0/s200/nicoleta+dragan+(ocean).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484561156082834130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gata, de ieri sunt in vacanta de vara. Primul lucru pe care l-am facut dupa ce am terminat ultimul examen a fost sa ma urc in masina si sa fug spre ocean. Mi-a fost atat de bine cand am atins nisipul, apoi apa, apoi m-am uitat spre orizont si am rasuflat linistita. Sunt, in sfarsit, in vacanta...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand m-am trezit si am realizat ca sunt in vacanta, am zambit. Sunt intr-un apartament frumos, undeva pe langa ocean. Mirosul de cafea imi gadila nasul, iar razele soarelui isi fac loc pe langa mine. O sa fie o zi superba, stiu asta sigur. Ma duc sa pun niste muzica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1949306437345307691?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1949306437345307691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1949306437345307691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/06/gata-de-ieri-sunt-in-vacanta-de-vara.html' title=''/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TB0TUCE5GtI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/doPB6s5VmA0/s72-c/nicoleta+dragan+(ocean).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1752517183536826096</id><published>2010-06-14T20:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:13:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-am adus aminte...</title><content type='html'>De abia acum cand incep sa scriu realizez ca mi-a fost dor... Am iesit in curte sa scriu, exact cum faceam vara trecuta. O briza calda imi bate prin par si prin frunzele palmierilor. De m-as pricepe sa va descriu linistea din fiecare lucru care ma inconjoara... Daca ridic ochii din ecran vad cerul plin cu stele si o semiluna subtire, parca ar fi o bijuterie fragila. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt foarte aproape de vacanta de vara. Mai am doar doua examene si apoi ma pot relaxa. Vreau sa citesc. Mult. Vreau sa descopar povesti noi, personaje care sa ma faca sa rad sau sa plang. Vreau sa imi imaginez. Vreau sa scriu si sa povestesc. Vreau sa rad. Vreau sa dorm sub cerul liber. Vreau sa ma indragostesc. Vreau sa... vreau sa traiesc frumos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-am adus aminte ce bine imi e sa scriu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1752517183536826096?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1752517183536826096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1752517183536826096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-am-adus-aminte_14.html' title='mi-am adus aminte...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-9040318580545532074</id><published>2010-04-20T07:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:47:27.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da, stiu, am lipsit</title><content type='html'>Nici nu mi-as fi dat seama ca va lipsesc daca nu as fi primit pe toate caile mesaje gen "unde eeeesti?" Ei bine, sunt aici, in varful patului, cu computerul in brate si ma gandesc despre ce sa scriu. S-au intamplat foarte multe de cand n-am mai scris; am trait intr-o luna cat altii intr-un an, exact ca si Fat Frumos. :) Daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, am doua motivatii puternice pentru care nu am mai trecut pe aici. Prima ar fi ca mi-am schimbat programul, iar a doua ca folosesc twitter-ul in fiecare zi.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, programul meu s-a schimbat radical. De aproape o luna ma trezesc la 6 dimineata, de trei ori pe saptamana, pentru ca la 8 imi incepe prima clasa. Pentru cine ma cunoaste stie ca un asemenea program ma scoate din circuit. Mi-e mai greu sa invat, adorm odata cu gainile, ma trezesc in weekend-uri la 7 dimineata si nu stiu ce sa fac, mi se face somn ziua in amiaza mare... Ce sa mai, o distractie continua! Norocul meu e ca situatia nu va dura decat pana in iunie cand incepe vacanta de vara. Partea frumoasa este ca, in toata perioada asta, voi avea ocazia sa vad 30 de rasarituri de soare. Mai multe decat am vazut de cand m-am nascut. Dimineata, cand ma indrept spre scoala, vad in oglinda retrovizoare cum iese soarele din munti. Este o imagine de o frumusete coplesitoare... Este o imagine care inspira calm, liniste si pace. Cam asa imi incep eu zilele in ultima perioada, dar cred ca stiti deja pentru ca am scris pe twitter de cateva ori despre asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter-ul e prietenul meu drag. Nu-mi cere cuvinte multe, ba chiar ma limiteaza la 140 de caractere. E usor de folosit de pe telefon, deci e cu mine peste tot. Imi accepta pozele, gandurile, prietenii... Cum sa nu-l iubesti? Doar ca din cauza lui sunt mai rar pe blog. Stiu, sunt doua lucruri diferite. Nu poti compara ce poti spune in 140 de caractere cu ce poti spune in 'n' caractere, dar deocamdata asa stau lucrurile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este opt dimineata, eu sunt in varful patului, inca in pijamale, si scriu. Nu despre cum am trait eu intr-o luna cat altii intr-un an, despre asta voi scrie alta data.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-9040318580545532074?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9040318580545532074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9040318580545532074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/04/da-stiu-am-lipsit.html' title='da, stiu, am lipsit'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6794810938779883799</id><published>2010-03-21T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:54:29.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ma plimb pe strazi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;Am luat-o la pas, pe străzi. Soarele a început sa apuna peste desert, iar cerul se coloreaza usor, usor intr-o nuanta de roz deschis. Sunt fascinata... In timp ce scriu, ascult Buddha Bar. Ma relaxeaza... E cald afara, exact ca in serile de vara de la noi. Si, pentru ca e vremea unor trandafiri, in aer pluteste un parfum dulceag care imi aminteşte de serile din Caraibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trec printr-o perioada foarte incarcata emotional. Mult prea incarcata pentru gustul meu. Dar, pentru ca nu sta in puterea mea sa schimb ceva, astept, cuminte, sa treaca. Intre timp, ca sa treaca mai usor, fac yoga, ma plimb pe jos, admir apusuri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp s-a intunecat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6794810938779883799?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6794810938779883799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6794810938779883799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/03/ma-plimb-pe-strazi.html' title='ma plimb pe strazi'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1397098315473438856</id><published>2010-02-24T02:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T03:10:30.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the script - breakeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Asta este melodia pe care, in fiecare dimineata, in drum spre scoala, o ascult la radio. Deja stiu versurile pe de rost, asadar o cant tare si din tot sufletul. Cuvintele curg prin mine, iar linia melodica imi ridica nivelul de dopamina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zilele astea o sa-mi cumpar albumul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yZ1uI5yPbY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yZ1uI5yPbY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/3497229396668620526-1397098315473438856?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1397098315473438856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1397098315473438856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/02/script-breakeven.html' title='the script - breakeven'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-3405520426255475070</id><published>2010-02-17T00:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:40:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than success, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness, or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes."&lt;/i&gt;(Charles Swindoll)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-3405520426255475070?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3405520426255475070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3405520426255475070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/02/attitude.html' title='attitude'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6809317006629378249</id><published>2010-02-12T21:45:00.028-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:14:02.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poze de la munte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Y0zTl_xvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Cb9YKpqzILQ/s1600-h/kyle+si+nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Y0zTl_xvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Cb9YKpqzILQ/s320/kyle+si+nico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437591656134067954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YwkBV1N8I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/idDhTk09e70/s1600-h/alyssa+si+nico+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YwkBV1N8I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/idDhTk09e70/s320/alyssa+si+nico+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437586995489880002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Ywf-ZqbYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hzWu4PyXGX0/s1600-h/nico+si+alyssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Ywf-ZqbYI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hzWu4PyXGX0/s320/nico+si+alyssa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437586925981166978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asa se vedeau muntii, acu' doua saptamani, de la noi din desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Ywa5OpDbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/n0u8Gp1K8x4/s1600-h/kyle+si+nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxTEH-ekI/AAAAAAAAA24/sUA_7bF22jc/s1600-h/zapada+Ianuarie+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxTEH-ekI/AAAAAAAAA24/sUA_7bF22jc/s320/zapada+Ianuarie+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437587803690924610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxNuaV96I/AAAAAAAAA2w/425kG-czOro/s1600-h/zapada+pe+munti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxNuaV96I/AAAAAAAAA2w/425kG-czOro/s320/zapada+pe+munti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437587711963035554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxI_CZdTI/AAAAAAAAA2o/s4KZSslupQY/s1600-h/zapada+in+desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxI_CZdTI/AAAAAAAAA2o/s4KZSslupQY/s320/zapada+in+desert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437587630526657842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxBlHlxTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XxvQUYeOU2A/s1600-h/muntii+in+zapada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3YxBlHlxTI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XxvQUYeOU2A/s320/muntii+in+zapada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437587503310030130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Yw6WoS-5I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YVRp-umiJVY/s1600-h/ian.+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Yw6WoS-5I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YVRp-umiJVY/s320/ian.+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437587379161594770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6809317006629378249?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6809317006629378249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6809317006629378249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/02/poze-de-la-munte.html' title='poze de la munte'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S3Y0zTl_xvI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Cb9YKpqzILQ/s72-c/kyle+si+nico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2856467046232512579</id><published>2010-02-11T00:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T01:40:50.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zapada mare</title><content type='html'>In ultimul timp mi s-a tot povestit, cu lux de amanunte, despre vremea din Romania. Cristi imi spunea ca-i scartaie zapada sub picioare,  Alice zice ca e un frig de iti ingheata... nasu', Cata ma implora sa-i trimit niste soare... Fiecare cu ce-l doare. Banuiesc ca e o iarna cum n-a mai fost de foarte multa vreme. Prea se minuneaza toata lumea de ea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anul trecut , inainte sa vin in America, am stat o saptamana la Sighisoara. Am prins o vreme superba, cu multa zapada. Exact ca in copilaria mea. Imi aduc aminte cum fulgii mari, usori si albi ca spuma laptelui, cadeau lenes din cer. In ziua in care am plecat erau -20 de grade Celsius. Brrr, ma ia cu frig doar cand imi aduc aminte. A trecut un an de atunci, un an in care am uitat complet cum e sa-ti fie frig, da' frig din ala mare. Asta pana acu' o saptamana cand am plecat la munte sa ne dam cu sania. Si mi-am amintit... Brrr... Mi-am amintit ca mie nu-mi place iarna. Adica, imi place, asa, pentru cateva zile, cand sunt in vacanta,  pentru cateva ore de saniat, pentru o partida de bulgarit sau un vin fiert, dar atat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desi nu-mi place iarna, ma bucur ca pot merge la munte atunci cand mi se face dor de zapada. E la doar doua ore de condus si zici ca esti in Sinaia. Da, e foarte frumos, dar nu cred ca mai pun picioru-n zapada pana la anu'. Cam un an dureaza sa uit ca nu-mi place in frig. Pe urma o sa vreau din nou, dupa care o sa-mi aduc iar aminte de frig si, uite-asa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urmatoarea destinatie cu zapada as vrea sa fie Alaska. Imi imaginez ca o sa stau intr-o cabana cu un lac mare, inghetat, in fata ei. Munti de zapada de jur-imprejur, alb cat vezi cu ochii si sanii trase de husky. Vreau sa stau in fata semineului, sa aud cum trosnesc lemnele in foc, sa citesc si sa beau vin fiert. Cam asa as vrea sa-mi petrec urmatoarea saptamana cu zapada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2856467046232512579?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2856467046232512579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2856467046232512579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/02/zapada-mare.html' title='zapada mare'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1206082274171196450</id><published>2010-02-07T23:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:53:02.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>februarie 2010</title><content type='html'>Trec zilele prin viata mea, una cate una, pline cu liniste si pace. Am avut un weekend relaxat. M-am intalnit cu prietenii, am invatat, am mancat ingetata de menta, am dormit cat am vrut eu si m-am jucat cu copiii. Saptamana viitoare se anunta, si ea, linistita. Un examen, niste yoga, jocuri si povesti pentru copii, prieteni, cam asta e programul. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am alaturat unei echipe de cercetare de la scoala. E prima data cand fac asa ceva si experienta mi se pare extrem de interesanta. Incercam sa aflam care este rolul rusinii in relatiile interpersonale ale celor abuzati in copilarie. Am inceput sa citesc studii deja facute pe acest subiect. Asta e doar inceputul. Vor urma ani de cercetare pe diferite probleme. Ii astept cu interes si rabdare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In rest, liniste si pace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1206082274171196450?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1206082274171196450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1206082274171196450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/02/februarie-2010.html' title='februarie 2010'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-669456741005228427</id><published>2010-02-01T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T03:09:31.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24/7</title><content type='html'>Ce faci atunci cand e noapte tarziu si simti ca nu ai stare? Cand prietenii din Romania inca nu s-au trezit, iar cei de aici dorm deja. Cand luna e prea plina ca sa te lase sa dormi... Exact, te duci la sala. Si alergi. Alergi toate secundele dintr-un minut si toate minutele dintr-o ora. Dupa care tragi de fiare, iar apoi alergi din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cand ma stiu am fost o 'pasare de noapte'. Ma concentrez mai bine seara, invat mai usor, am chef mai mult; chiar si viata mi se pare mai roz printre toate nuantele de gri. Si nu sunt singura. In noaptea asta, la sala, erau toti cei asemeni mie. Evident, pentru cei ca noi sunt facute salile se sport, magazinele sau restaurantele non-stop. Da, mie imi vine sa ies la 2 noaptea din casa pentru o paine. Ba, mai mult, n-am o problema sa merg la un restaurant la 3 dimineata. Faceam asta destul de des atunci cand locuiam in Bucuresti. Bine, acolo toti prietenii mei erau in aceasi situatie cu mine; niciunul nu avea un serviciu care sa necesite trezitul de dimineata. Era o bucurie sa primesti un telefon la 2 noapea cu intrebarea: 'ai chef de o ciorba?' E adevarat, un asemenea program implica o viata dezorganizata pentru ca toate lucrurile 'serioase' care trebuiesc rezolvate - cum ar fi: plata luminii, intretinerii, asigurarii etc,- se fac in timpul zilei, adica dimineata. Exact pe la ora la care noi ne intorceam de pe o parte pe cealalta. In conditiile actuale mi-ar fi imposibil sa mai am un asemenea program. Nu-i duc dorul, dar mai am, asa, zvacniri, ca cea din seara asta. Era 12 noaptea cand mi-am pus treningul pe mine si am plecat spre sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foarte tarziu, dar ma culc linistita. De fapt, epuizata. Ok, linistita si epuizata. Binecuvantat fie cel ce a inventat salile de sport deschise zi si noapte, 7 zile din 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-669456741005228427?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/669456741005228427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/669456741005228427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/02/247.html' title='24/7'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2465976209623250983</id><published>2010-01-18T00:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:11:18.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prieteni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-De ce faci scoala aici?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Pentru ca e cald.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rade. Imi place cum rade... Unora le sclipesc ochii atunci cand rad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Vrei sa fim prieteni?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Vreau. Dar daca o sa fim prieteni ma duci la ocean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Te duc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Imi cumperi inghetata?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Iti cumpar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce frumos le sclipesc unora ochii atunci cand rad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2465976209623250983?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2465976209623250983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2465976209623250983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/01/prieteni.html' title='prieteni'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7883042482548689278</id><published>2010-01-17T01:48:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:19:17.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 an</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S1LVrenDE_I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IpHawTIJmzU/s1600-h/Nicoleta+Dragan+Beverly+Hills-Jan.2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S1LVrenDE_I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IpHawTIJmzU/s200/Nicoleta+Dragan+Beverly+Hills-Jan.2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427635443862803442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mare bucurie simt atunci cand ma intalnesc aici cu prietenii mei de acasa. Am avut cateva zile superbe in compania catorva oameni foarte dragi mie. Da, am apucat sa beau Mai Tai in Beverly Hills, asa cu mi-am dorit, am apucat sa simt oceanul si sa petrec cu prietenii mei. Dar cel mai important e ca mi-a trecut nenorocita de gripa. Acu' sunt bine. Chiar foarte bine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am inceput scoala de o saptamana. Alti colegi, alti profesori, aceeasi atmosfera relaxata. Am vorbit cu profesorii, am schimbat cateva mailuri, iar urmatoarele trei luni le vom petrece impreuna. Ma intreb, oare cat o sa ma mai mire noua normalitate pe care o traiesc in fiecare zi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De obicei, la scoala, ma asez in prima banca, in partea stanga a clasei. Ajung mereu inaintea tuturor, de parca mi-ar fi teama sa nu pierd ceva din ce se intampla acolo. La inceput imi era teama ca poate nu o sa inteleg tot ce spune profesorul. Intre timp m-am relaxat... Am invatat foarte multe intr-un an de zile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trecut un an de cand sunt aici... Mare bucurie simt atunci cand ma intalnesc cu prietenii mei de acasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7883042482548689278?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7883042482548689278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7883042482548689278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/01/1.html' title='1 an'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/S1LVrenDE_I/AAAAAAAAA0w/IpHawTIJmzU/s72-c/Nicoleta+Dragan+Beverly+Hills-Jan.2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5969510177156145078</id><published>2010-01-03T01:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:09:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Am intrat in anul nou cu o gripa care m-a chinuit rau si inca ma mai chinuie, da' cu toate astea am dansat de revelion. M-am cam resimtit pe 1, dar a meritat. Incepem un an nou... Imi plac inceputurile, asadar ma bucur. Evident, e un inceput inchipuit, dar, asa, inchipuit cum e, ma bucur de el. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N-am facut niciun bilant pe anul ce a trecut, desi am vrut sa-mi fac. M-am luat cu gripa si cu alte alea si n-am mai apucat. Nici lista cu dorintele pe anu' asta n-am, dar de asta nu ma stresez pentru ca stiu exact ce vreau si pot sa o spun cu voce tare. "&lt;i&gt;Cuvintele atrag realul"&lt;/i&gt;, spunea Nichita Stanescu. Mereu am crezut asta. In Noul Testament, Evanghelia dupa Ioan incepe cu &lt;i&gt;"La inceput era cuvantul..."&lt;/i&gt; Anul asta o sa spun cu voce tare ce-mi doresc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca-mi trece gripa in timp util as vrea sa ma mai plimb un pic pana incepe scoala. M-am gandit ca mi-e dor de ocean si m-as duce sa-l vad. As bea si un Mai Tai in Beverly Hills. Poate imi iese, vedem... Pana atunci o sa ma bucur de cartile pe care le-am primit cadou de la prietenii mei dragi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi doresc cate ceva pe anu' asta, dar cel mai tare si mai tare imi doresc sa fiu sanatoasa! Poate, daca nu se tinea gripa asta, asa, de mine, nu as fi realizat cat de important e sa pui sanatatea in fruntea listei. Sanatate va doresc si voua, ca de restu' va descurcati voi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5969510177156145078?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5969510177156145078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5969510177156145078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8916768140469843464</id><published>2009-12-15T13:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:10:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara</title><content type='html'>Astazi incep examenele finale, iar joi voi fi terminat cu scoala pe anul acesta. Simt nevoia de vacanta... O sa dorm si o sa ma plimb, asta o sa fac in vacanta. Incep cu plimbatul pentru ca plec in Vegas pentru cateva zile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am avut o perioada foarte aglomerata cu... cu o gramada de lucruri despre care nu am timp sa scriu acum pentru ca trebuie sa plec spre cele doua examene pe care le am de dat astazi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Astazi e o zi speciala: s-a nascut Sara, noua membra a familiei noastre. Suntem, cu totii, foarte emotionati. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8916768140469843464?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8916768140469843464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8916768140469843464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/12/sara.html' title='Sara'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2556861881018588165</id><published>2009-11-29T23:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:09:34.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dintr-o sarbatoare in alta</title><content type='html'>Nici n-a trecut bine Halloween-ul ca a si venit Thanksgiving-ul peste noi. Asadar, o tinem dintr-o sarbatoare in alta. Ceea ce imi place foarte tare. Copiii, cu ocazia asta, au avut o saptamana de vacanta, iar adultii un weekend prelungit. Bucurie mare pe capu' tuturor. &lt;div&gt;De anul acesta, Thanksgiving-ul a devenit una dintre sarbatorile mele favorite, asta datorita mesajului extrem de pozitiv pe care il transmite, mesaj exact pe gustul meu. Imi place ca exista o zi speciala in care familiile si prietenii se aduna si se gandesc, cu recunostinta, la toate lucrurile pozitive din viata lor. Ce mi se pare si mai minunat este ca s-a facut dintr-o asemenea zi o sarbatoare nationala extrem de importanta. Cred ca e foarte sanatos sa te gandesti cu recunostinta, chiar si pentru o zi, la tot ceea ce ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe langa sentimentele pozitive, Thanksgiving-ul vine si cu mancaruri traditionale foaaarte bune. Curcanul umplut cu toate cele este delicios, iar tot ce se serveste pe langa, deasemenea. Ba, mai mult, daca tot e sarbatoare si dezmat, atunci nu se poate fara reduceri uriase. Si, uite asa, s-a nascut ceea ce ei numesc "black friday", adica cateva ore de reduceri pe care nu le poti ignora indiferent de situatie. :) "Black Friday"-ul incepe la ora 5 dimineata, se termina pe la 11 la pranz si se bazeaza pe reduceri uriase mai ales la produsele electronice, electrocasnice, jocuri de toate felurile etc. Este momentul in care totul este atat de ieftin incat iti iei televizor chiar daca mai ai 3 sau iti iei iPod doar pentru ca te-ai saturat de culoarea celuilalt. N-am vazut in viata mea mai multa lume in magazine decat am vazut cu aceasta ocazie. E adevarat, nici asemenea hal de reduceri nu mi-a fost dat sa vad pana acum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai e putin si vine Mos Nicolae. Apoi Craciunul, Revelionul... Exact cum spuneam, o tinem dintr-o sarbatoare in alta. Ceea ce, repet, imi place foarte mult. Deja s-a inceput decorarea caselor, prin unele magazine se aud colinde, incet, incet intram in atmosfera... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2556861881018588165?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2556861881018588165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2556861881018588165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/11/dintr-o-sarbatoare-in-alta.html' title='dintr-o sarbatoare in alta'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5063137489593858781</id><published>2009-11-23T01:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:49:15.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anu' asta vine mosu'</title><content type='html'>Zilele astea am tot vorbit despre Mos Craciun. Alyssa e curioasa sa stie totul despre el: de unde vine, de ce e gras, da' de ce nu e tanar, da' cum poate el, asa batran, sa care jucariile tuturor copiilor din lume... Va spun, pune intrebari foarte grele, iar eu dau niste raspunsuri senzationale! Kyle, pe de alta parte, e in faza in care nu prea mai stie, dragul de el, ce sa creada. Zice ca a auzit pe la scoala ca Mos Craciun nu exista. Asta nu-i bine, da' ce sa faci, doar nu poti sa nu-l mai lasi pe copil la scoala doar pentru ca afla ca Mos Craciun e... ma rog... cine e... sau, mai bine zis, cine nu e.... Kyle vrea confirmare de la noi, familia, ca Mosu' nu e real, confirmare care se lasa asteptata. Ba, mai mult, sor'mea i-a spus ca Mos Craciun exista atata timp cat crede in el. L-a cam incurcat, pentru ca, pe de o parte, vrea sa afle adevarul adevarat, dar, pe de alta parte, nu prea vrea sa-l piarda pe Mosu'. E greu...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are sor'mea dreptate, Mos Craciun, zanele bune, Mos Nicolae, Iepurasu', toti acestia exista atata timp cat credem in ei. In momentul in care incetam sa credem, ei dispar. Norocul nostru e ca avem familie si prieteni buni care ii tin locul sau il ajuta, cum imi place mie sa spun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iepurasu' m-a sarit anu' asta, dar pariez pe ambii mosi, Nicolae si Craciun, pentru ca mama si cu tata sunt aici. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5063137489593858781?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5063137489593858781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5063137489593858781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/11/anu-asta-vine-mosu.html' title='anu&apos; asta vine mosu&apos;'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7970750632783594998</id><published>2009-11-19T01:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T02:01:18.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soare pe cer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SwUJBrNQcMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/dGbE6EJyx2k/s1600/palmier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SwUJBrNQcMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/dGbE6EJyx2k/s200/palmier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405736852110995650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o lista cu prioritati pe care o respect destul de strict. Nu e scrisa nicaieri, e in capul meu, dar nu exista nicio varianta sa o uit. Ziua are 24 de ore, din care 9-10 dorm, orice ar fi. Mai raman 14 ore pe care trebuie sa le impart dupa prioritatile despre care spuneam la inceput. Asadar, am 14 ore in care as vrea sa invat, sa ma joc, sa ma plimb, sa fac sport, sa citesc, sa ascult muzica, sa scriu, sa iubesc etc... Evident, nu am timp, in fiecare zi, pentru toate, dar ma straduiesc sa le impart cum cred eu ca e mai bine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ziua sunt 23-25 de grade C, noaptea sunt 13-15, ceea ce pentru noi, cei de aici, se traduce cu: a venit iarna. Sa dea Dumnezeu sa am parte mereu de ierni ca acestea. :) Vorbeam, astazi, cu mama, despre cat de bine e sa ne trezim in fiecare zi cu soarele stralucind pe cer. Dimineata ies in curte, ma uit spre cer si ii zambesc soarelui. :) Pai, cum sa nu-i zambesc, doar imi face fiecare zi mai frumoasa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca ziua ar avea mai mult de 24 de ore, oare care ar fi lucrurile de care m-as bucura mai mult? Oare mi-as schimba prioritatile? Mmm, probabil ca nu voi afla niciodata. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7970750632783594998?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7970750632783594998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7970750632783594998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/11/soare-pe-cer.html' title='soare pe cer'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SwUJBrNQcMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/dGbE6EJyx2k/s72-c/palmier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4847372345077482613</id><published>2009-11-08T01:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:22:33.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"He who travels far will often see things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Far removed from what he believed was Truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When he talks about it in the fields at home,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He is often accused of lying,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the obdurate people will not belive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What they do not see and distinctly feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inexperience, I believe,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will give little credence to my song."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hermann Hesse, &lt;i&gt;The Journal to the East&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;             &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4847372345077482613?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4847372345077482613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4847372345077482613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-who-travels-far-will-often-see.html' title='hesse'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8411755270286861366</id><published>2009-11-06T22:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:24:13.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liniste...</title><content type='html'>Scriu pe intuneric. Sunt deja intinsa in pat, ochii imi sunt pe jumatate inchisi. E liniste, liniste, liniste... Mi-e somn... Am citit mai devreme o poezie frumoasa si am zambit. Imi plac poeziile frumoase. Sunt si poezii urate, dar alea nu-mi plac. Nici povestile urate nu-mi plac, dar le ador pe cele frumoase. Cum fac diferenta intre ele? Pai, sunt subiectiva, ca in tot ceea ce fac, judec, cred... Propria-mi istorie si cunoastere ma ghideaza in decizii si gandire. O fi bine? O fi, n-o fi, asa stiu eu sa fac si asa am facut mereu. Daca voi gasi vreodata o alta cale, o voi incerca. Pana atunci...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-e somn... Vreau sa visez. Imi place cand visez. Uneori visul e mai frumos decat realitatea. Uneori. Atunci cand visezi traiesti si te odihnesti in acelasi timp. In schimb, atunci cand traiesti ai nevoie de timp separat pentru odihna. Imi place sa visez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand eram mica scriam poezii. Aveam un caiet plin cu rime. Habar nu am pe unde mi-e caietul. Scriam poezii lungi. Cele mai multe erau despre prietenie si despre oameni. Cum intalneam un om nou, cum scriam o poezie. De mica mi-au placut oamenii. Am fost inconjurata mereu de oameni, mari sau mici, nu conta, ideea era sa fiu in mijlocul lor. Da, le scriam poezii... As vrea sa scriu si acum, dar nu mai stiu cum. De fapt, cred ca n-am stiut niciodata cum se scrie o poezie, dar pe vremea aia nu-mi pasa. As vrea sa nu-mi pese nici acum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi inchide ochii si voi visa. Voi trai si ma voi odihni in acelasi timp. Mi-e somn... E liniste, liniste, liniste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8411755270286861366?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8411755270286861366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8411755270286861366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/11/liniste.html' title='liniste...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4869940815925535571</id><published>2009-11-04T23:48:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:05:17.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is it</title><content type='html'>Am fost, ca mai toata lumea, sa vad &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is it&lt;/span&gt;, filmul cu Michael Jackson. Si bine am facut pentru ca m-am bucurat, ca un copil, de fiecare cadru in parte. Am cantat toate cantecele, mi-au curs lacrimi, am aplaudat, am zambit... Of, cat de rau imi pare ca s-a terminat totul...&lt;div&gt;Mi-ar fi placut sa vad filmul acesta impreuna cu Nadine si cu Alice. Cand o sa iasa pe dvd o sa fac tot posibilul sa il vedem impreuna. De o luna de zile Alice ma bate la cap: "nu uita sa-ti iei bilet", "ti-ai luat bilet?","vezi ca n-o sa mai gasesti bilete", de m-a bagat in sperieti ca nu apuc sa-l vad. Nu as fi ratat filmul asta pentru nimic in lume!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alyssa, papusa mea, care are doar 4 ani, asculta M.J. Si ii place. Prima data cand am vorbit de M.J. mi-a spus ca e un nenea care nu are nas. Am crezut ca lesin! Evident, stia acest lucru de la Kyle, nepotu' meu, care are 9 ani si care auzise asta de la scoala. Intre timp am lamurit problema aspectului si acum ne concentram doar asupra muzicii. Melodia preferata a lui Kyle este &lt;i&gt;Black or White&lt;/i&gt;, iar a Alyssei este &lt;i&gt;Heal The World&lt;/i&gt;. Acu' mai trebuie doar sa le cumpar tricouri cu Michael si ii transform, si pe ei, in fani adevarati. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca n-ati vazut filmul pana acum, mergeti sa il vedeti. Merita fiecare banut pe care il dati. De abia astept sa-l revad impreuna cu Alice si cu Nadine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4869940815925535571?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4869940815925535571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4869940815925535571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='this is it'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4108535889098917140</id><published>2009-11-02T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:25:59.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inapoi la plimbarea de seara</title><content type='html'>Acu' ca a trecut Halloweenu' pot si eu sa-mi reiau, linistita, activitatile sportive de fiecare zi. Mare problema a fost sarbatoarea asta pentru mine... Mi-a incurcat programul rau de tot. Cum?... Pai, in fiecare seara, de cand am venit aici, merg pe jos cate 5 km. Imi pun treningul, adidasii si pornesc... Nu sunt caini (am ramas cu sechele din Bucuresti), deci pot sa-mi vad, relaxata, de plimbarea mea nocturna. E, dupa ce au inceput decorarea caselor pentru Halloween, eu a trebuit sa ma opresc din mers. Atatea stafii, schelete, placi de morminte etc. la fiecare casa, de ma lua cu frica in fiecare seara. Trebuie sa fii zdranganit la cap sa te poti plimba linistit, in fiecare seara, printre toate 'speriecioseniile' alea. :) Am decis ca trebuie sa-mi schimb programul, macar pana trece nebunia. Si, uite-asa, m-am apucat sa merg ziua pe role/bicicleta. Nu ca n-ar fi fain pe role sau cu bicicleta, dar mi-e dor de plimbarea mea de seara. In plus, in timp ce merg imi recapitulez tot ce am invatat in ziua respectiva. Si am observat ca e un mod tare bun (si relaxat) sa repet informatia. Pe mine ma ajuta. Daca o sa am timp (desi ma indoiesc) poate pastrez amandoua variantele: ziua pe role, seara pe jos. Mai vedem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4108535889098917140?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4108535889098917140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4108535889098917140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/inapoi-la-plimbarea-de-seara.html' title='inapoi la plimbarea de seara'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1384310949594692790</id><published>2009-10-31T21:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:54:47.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>E sarbatoare mare aici. Pregatirile au inceput cam acu' o luna; casele au fost impodobite cu stafii, dovleci, schelete, panze de paianjeni etc, prin magazile au aparut produse care contin dovleac: suc de dovleac, prajitura cu dovleac, bomboane cu dovleac, branza cu dovleac, ciorba cu dovleac, friptura cu dovleac, dovleac cu dovleac... ma rog... totul e cu dovleac...&lt;br /&gt;Pana sa ma mut aici n-am prea inteles ce e cu Halloween-ul asta. Nici nu aveam cum, doar nu e in traditia noastra si, sincera sa fiu, nici nu m-a interesat foarte tare. Acu', ca sunt aici, m-am prins ca Halloween-ul este o combinatie intre bal mascat si mersul la colindat. O combinatie foarte reusita, din punctul meu de vedere. Costumelor li se da o importanta foarte mare. Uneori sunt petreceri cu tematica si, atunci, toata lumea trebuie sa fie in ton. Copiii, pe de alta parte, isi aleg din timp personajul preferat si incepe umblatul prin magazine. Cu mic, cu mare, toata lumea se deghizeaza. Nu conteaza in ce, nu trebuie sa fie neaparat infricosator, desi eu asa credeam ca se face. Nici vorba... Am vazut de la printese si supermeni pana la Obama sau Mos Craciun. Asadar, ideea e sa fii costumat. Ei, dupa ce toata lumea e deghizata se porneste spre ceea ce numesc ei Trick-or-Treat. Un fel de a merge la noi la colindat, doar ca in loc sa canti, ceri bomboane. :)) Si, uite asa, din casa in casa, copiii se plimba si se bucura de dulciurile pe care le primesc si de faptul ca pot manca toata ziua ciocolata dupa pofta inimii. Inca de dimineata e veselie mare pe strazi, toata lumea se distreaza, sunt petreceri mari peste tot... E fain de Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1384310949594692790?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1384310949594692790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1384310949594692790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4897485034679369704</id><published>2009-10-25T19:34:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:55:35.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aseara am dansat</title><content type='html'>Ore intregi, fara niciun interes pentru ce se intampla in jurul meu, pot sa-mi ascult muzica preferata. Muzica este tranchilizantul sufletului meu. Doar prin ea stiu sa ma deconectez cu totul de lumea reala. Mi-e atat de bine cand ascult... Imi imaginez ca altii se stiu deconecta prin pictura, sport, meditatie, scris, gradinarit, poate diferite jocuri... Am un prieten care alearga pana la epuizare. Minut dupa minut, kilometru dupa kilometru, fiecare incordare a muschilor il face mai fericit. Si nu, nu are nevoie de casti prin care sa-si toarne muzica in suflet. E fericit doar prin efortul fizic pe care il depune (da, are un trup impecabil!). Stiu ca yoghinii pot sta ore intregi in starea de meditatie fara sa dea vreun semn ca i-ar interesa altceva decat lumea lor interioara. &lt;br /&gt;Ce bucurie ca exista atatea moduri de a 'evada' in momentele cand simti ca ai obosit, ca ai nevoie de o pauza. &lt;br /&gt;Aseara, impreuna cu cativa prieteni, am dansat. Astazi vreau sa dansez din nou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Andreialpha/07212936c3fcd7.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Andreialpha/07212936c3fcd7.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gloria Estefan - Hoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4897485034679369704?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4897485034679369704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4897485034679369704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/aseara-am-dansat.html' title='aseara am dansat'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6076601550730438429</id><published>2009-10-22T08:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:03:11.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buna dimineata</title><content type='html'>E opt dimineata, eu sunt deja in curte, cu cappuccino-ul in mana, si zambesc spre soare. Daca nu aveam astazi examen cu siguranta dormeam dusa la ora asta, dar... inca nu am scapat de tot de stresul pe care il simt inaintea unui examen... E, dar sunt zambareata cu tot cu stres. Sunt frumoase culorile de dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;Asta-i melodia care, de cateva zile, ma face sa dansez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoaTl7IcFs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/eoaTl7IcFs8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/3497229396668620526-6076601550730438429?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6076601550730438429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6076601550730438429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/buna-dimineata.html' title='buna dimineata'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1253549253864498333</id><published>2009-10-15T00:34:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:32:18.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>construiesc o poveste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/StbdtncndiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SHK0EBYQYqo/s1600-h/raza+de+soare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/StbdtncndiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SHK0EBYQYqo/s200/raza+de+soare.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392741379575608866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiti zilele acelea cand 'ti se arata'? Cand orice faci e ceea ce trebuie, orice gand este cel mai potrivit, cand ideea care ti-a venit este geniala? Eh, am avut una din zilele acelea.&lt;div&gt;Cu o fericire care m-a inundat toata ziua am inceput sa lucrez la un nou vis. A venit seara si ma gandesc, in continuare, la ziua frumoasa pe care am avut-o. E bine sa te trezesti, asa, pe nepusa masa, ca 'ti se arata'. Poate si peisajul care ma inconjoara indeamna la visare si creatie, poate programul fara stres ajuta... habar nu am... Ce stiu este ca o poveste frumoasa incepe sa se contureze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu de ce am spus ca programul meu e fara stres! Saptamana viitoare am 3 examene importante. Nici la yoga n-am fost astazi! Dar mai am doar doua luni din semestrul acesta si vine vacanta. O astept pentru ca vreau sa citesc niste carti de care nu am timp acum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cerul e plin cu stele, ca in desenele animate, greierii canta, iar eu construiesc cea mai frumoasa poveste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1253549253864498333?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1253549253864498333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1253549253864498333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/construiesc-o-poveste.html' title='construiesc o poveste'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/StbdtncndiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SHK0EBYQYqo/s72-c/raza+de+soare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-3963828429051460276</id><published>2009-10-10T23:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:20:18.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"zece intamplari ciudate si-o minune..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sapte zane, toate bune&lt;br /&gt;Licurici, sperante-n noapte&lt;br /&gt;Si piticii din poveste&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine toate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noua magi in faptul serii&lt;br /&gt;O potcoava sus departe&lt;br /&gt;Si comorile din suflet&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tine toate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQbv1HS47qs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQbv1HS47qs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-3963828429051460276?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3963828429051460276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3963828429051460276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/zece-intamplari-ciudate-si-o-minune.html' title='&quot;zece intamplari ciudate si-o minune...&quot;'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1082473743237067581</id><published>2009-10-09T00:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:37:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-e dor de o intamplare</title><content type='html'>mi-e dor sa privesc pe furis&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa merg la cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de rasaritul soarelui &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de-o insula pustie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de-o noapte la hotel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de un alint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de Criss si de Cristina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de un secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de blugii mei albastri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa-mi conturez ochii cu negru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa stiu sigur ca voi suna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de un fum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de bucataria lui Edo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de telefonul de seara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de verde, de rosu si de alb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa dansez in sincron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa-i spun ce-am visat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa-mi spuna ce inseamna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de tata si de Arpi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de un cuvant nespus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de o noapte si-o moneda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa-i fie dor de mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa vad palmierii pentru prima data&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa simt fluturi in stomac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de prietena mea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de o caciula verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa joc tenis in curtea scolii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor sa plang de fericire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de o poveste frumoasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi-e dor de o intamplare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1082473743237067581?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1082473743237067581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1082473743237067581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-e-dor-de-o-intamplare.html' title='mi-e dor de o intamplare'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1577524863334285924</id><published>2009-10-07T22:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:10:41.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice with Michael Sandel @ Harvard University</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Harvard University&lt;/b&gt; isi deschide pentru prima data portile publicului larg si ofera, gratuit, cunoastere.  &lt;i&gt;Justice with Michael Sandel&lt;/i&gt; este primul curs al prestigioasei universitati din care poate invata oricine. Cursul este saptamanal, dureaza 55 de minute si poate fi vizionat la orice ora. Exista o bibliografie, un loc unde poti participa cu pareri sau unde poti urmari dezbaterile. Este o clasa in toata regula. Ideea este geniala!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's the Right Thing to Do?&lt;/i&gt; este principala intrebare pe care Michael Sandel o pune pentru situatiile pe care le prezinta: este tortura vreodata justificata?, este uneori mai bine sa nu spui adevarul?, ai fura medicamentul de care copilul tau are nevoie pentru a supravietui?, cat valoreaza viata uni om? etc... Toate discutiile au la baza raspunsurile date, de-a lungul vremii, de marii filosofi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca sunteti curiosi cum se tine un curs la Harvard, daca vreti sa invatati ceva nou sau daca, pur si simplu, vreti sa vedeti genul american de a preda, merita sa urmariti fiecare curs in parte. Este amuzant, este interesant si, mai ales, ne invata lucruri noi. In plus, la final, putem sa spunem ca am luat clasa de Justitie la Harvard. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acesta este site-ul unde se intampla tot ce am povestit mai sus:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://justiceharvard.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;http://justiceharvard.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1577524863334285924?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1577524863334285924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1577524863334285924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/justice-with-michael-sandel-harvard.html' title='Justice with Michael Sandel @ Harvard University'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2044009459398831790</id><published>2009-10-05T21:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:23:52.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de vorba</title><content type='html'>Doar mie mi se pare ca trece timpul foarte repede? Nici nu se termina weekend-ul bine ca deja iar e weekend... Pana apuc sa fac niste lectii si sa scriu niste lucrari, gata, s-a dus saptamana... Suntem deja in octombrie. Nu-mi vine sa cred! Imediat dansam de revelion. Adica... eu sper sa dansez. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorm mai devreme de cand se intuneca mai repede, dar asta nu inseamna ca ma si trezesc mai devreme. Nu, inseamna doar ca dorm si mai mult. Ceea ce e bine, cred. In felul asta o sa traiesc sapte-sute-opt-sute de ani. Doamne fereste! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am apucat de serialul &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt;, sunt pe la episodul 15 din seria 1. Da, stiu, toata lumea l-a vazut in afara de mine. Noroc cu &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hulu.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unde pot sa vad toate serialele posibile. Oare cum de n-am stiut de site-ul asta pana acum? Cum, naiba, nu mi-a zis nimeni ca exista un asemenea site? Nici unul din prietenii mei nu a adus vorba vreodata de el. Ma gandesc ca, poate, n-o fi stiut nici ei de el? &lt;a href="http://danrobertbadea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Starule&lt;/a&gt;? Criss? Cristina? Mircea? Bogdi? Nici unul din voi?! Ma rog... am ajuns la episodul 15. Mai am 4 sezoane si un pic si sunt la zi. :) De as avea timp l-as termina intr-o saptamana, dar n-am... Mi-am adus aminte ca asa am facut cu &lt;i&gt;Prison Break&lt;/i&gt;. Wow, a fost o dementa totala cu serialul ala! Si acum il mai iubesc pe Wentworth Miller. :) Apropo, daca il cunoaste cineva sau daca va intalniti cu el sa-i spuneti ca as vrea sa ma scoata la un cico. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, dar pana ma scoate Went la cico ma duc sa mai invat un pic pentru ca maine am examen. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2044009459398831790?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2044009459398831790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2044009459398831790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-vorba.html' title='de vorba'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8554393240003719408</id><published>2009-10-01T23:13:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:25:36.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>Astazi am auzit o faza foarte faina. Sergiu, cumnatul meu, s-a intors de la scoala si ne-a spus: n-o sa va vina sa credeti ce mi s-a intamplat astazi. Eram in clasa, langa colegul meu de banca, un tip nu prea vorbaret, dar care la un moment dat ma intreaba:&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colegul&lt;/b&gt;: are you Romanian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergiu&lt;/b&gt;: yes, I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colegul &lt;/b&gt;(zambaret): I'm Romanian too. Do you speak Romanian?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergiu&lt;/b&gt;: yes, I do. How about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colegul&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, I speak Romanian too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergiu&lt;/b&gt;: pai, atunci, hai sa vorbim romaneste... :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fac prezentarile: eu sunt Sergiu, eu sunt Virgil, de cand esti aici, din ce parte a Romaniei, bla, bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In timp ce ei vorbeau in romaneste o colega din fata lor se intoarce catre ei si ii intreaba:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colega&lt;/b&gt;: sunteti romani? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergiu si Virgil&lt;/b&gt;: da. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colega&lt;/b&gt;: stiam eu ca este un roman in clasa pentru ca am vazut pe foaia de prezenta un Razvan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergiu&lt;/b&gt;: inseamna ca mai trebuie sa fie inca un roman prin clasa pentru ca niciunul din noi nu e Razvan. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi s-a parut foarte tare! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8554393240003719408?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8554393240003719408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8554393240003719408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/10/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-585218303733360505</id><published>2009-09-28T18:44:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:56:48.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>septembrie 2009</title><content type='html'>Parcarea de la scoala pare mereu plina, dar, chiar si asa, gasesc mereu loc de parcare. Inca din momentul in care plec spre scoala ma invaluie un sentiment placut, o emotie calda, parca ma ia cineva in brate. Senzatia asta imi aduce aminte de diminetile cand ma indreptam spre Buftea pentru filmari. Acum, la fel ca si atunci, multumesc in gand pentru ce imi este dat sa simt.&lt;div&gt;Lacul langa care imi doresc sa am o casa ma asteapta. La fel ma asteapta si oceanul. Intr-o zi imi voi bea cappuccino-ul privind de pe terasa mea spre apa. Voi scrie de pe plaja din fata casei mele si voi face baie in bucatica mea de ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acolo unde mi-e gandul imi va fi si trupul. Cerul meu este albastru deschis, curat, fara niciun nor. Uneori nu-l vad pentru ca e noapte, dar stiu ca e acolo pentru ca ii vad pistruii. Culorile pe care le vad sunt cele mai frumoase, dar noaptea pot doar sa le simt. Cuvintele pe care le  rostesc au o muzica noua, iar cele pe care le aud imi povestesc despre o lume pe care inca nu o cunosc, dar o intuiesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numerele se imprietenesc incet, incet cu mine. N-am stiut niciodata ca cifrele pot fi atat de prietenoase. Aveam o prejudecata ca ar fi rigide, dar ele sunt doar serioase, iar seriozitatea lor imi dau un confort pe care ma pot baza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandurile isi cer, pe rand, dreptul la cuvant. Nu am acum timp pentru toate. Le spun sa aiba rabdare. Va veni, candva, si randul lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-585218303733360505?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/585218303733360505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/585218303733360505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/septembrie-2009.html' title='septembrie 2009'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8925407306276402895</id><published>2009-09-27T22:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:52:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>septembrie, luni...</title><content type='html'>Astazi va fi ultima zi de luni din septembrie si n-as fi vrut sa pierd ocazia sa va aduc aminte de melodia lui Brenciu.&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu daca am mai scris vreodata, pe aici, ca eu sunt fan Brenciu. Ba, inca din ala declarat, adica intr-o zi i-am declarat: mai, Brenciu, eu sunt fanul tau. :)) A ras, in stilu-i caracteristic, si ne-am vazut mai departe de prietenie. Nu cred ca l-a atins cumva declaratia mea, nici nu cred ca m-a luat in serios. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-am cunoscut pe Brenciu cand aveam 16 ani. Tocmai intrasem in &lt;i&gt;Scoala Vedetelor&lt;/i&gt; si aveam filmari in TVR. El era deja vedeta mare, prezenta RoBingo. Pfuu, era Horia Brenciu! Eu, de abia venita de la Sighisoara, minunata de tot ce mi se intampla, cu emotii zilnice cat Casa Poporului, nu indrazneam sa scot un cuvant. Ma rog, poate unul... :) Inca de atunci am crezut ca Brenciu are cea mai frumoasa voce din tara. Nu e greu sa te prinzi de asta pentru ca indiferent de ora sau locatie, Brenciu canta. Si canta bine. Si canta cu feeling. Si ii place. Si se simte ca ii place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L-am ascultat pe holurile televiziunilor, pe platourile de filmare, la petreceri, pe scene mai mici sau mai mari si, de fiecare data, am avut aceasi senzatie: omu' e senzational!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Septembrie, luni&lt;/i&gt; este una din melodiile mele preferate de pe albumul &lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK12OLRVu3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZK12OLRVu3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8925407306276402895?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8925407306276402895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8925407306276402895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/septembrie-luni.html' title='septembrie, luni...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2146240237854705667</id><published>2009-09-23T02:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T03:45:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raport despre... noi</title><content type='html'>N-am timp sa scriu, dar, uneori, mai apuc sa citesc din ce scriu altii. Ceea ce am descoperit astazi la &lt;a href="http://eugenhriscu.ro/2009/09/23/sa-nu-mai-vorbim-despre-droguri/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Eugen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; m-a cutremurat; cifrele pe care le-am vazut acolo mi-au starnit lacrimile. Se poate mai rau de atat? Vom afla in curand, din pacate...&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.presidency.ro/static/CPARSDR_raport_extins.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Aici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gasiti intregul raport al comisiei prezidentiale pentru analiza riscurilor sociale si demografice in Romania&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2146240237854705667?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2146240237854705667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2146240237854705667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/raport-despre-noi.html' title='raport despre... noi'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-3405475077377965393</id><published>2009-09-16T18:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:14:38.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all together as one</title><content type='html'>M-au trecut fiori cand am vazut prima data clipul de mai jos. Doar oamenii alesi pot genera o asemenea idee, iar Michael Jackson este unul dintre ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5Nl09rh2HQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/C5Nl09rh2HQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/3497229396668620526-3405475077377965393?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3405475077377965393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3405475077377965393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-together-as-one.html' title='all together as one'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1397442639852461702</id><published>2009-09-14T16:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:58:02.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florin, prietenul Corinei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://corinastoica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are un prieten care se numeste Florin. S-a imprietenit cu el intr-o statie de autobuz care este parte din casa lui.  S-a hotarat sa-l ajute si m-a rugat sa-i postez si eu povestea poate, in felul acesta, viata lui Florin se va imbunatati macar un pic. Fiecare am avut sau avem un Florin al nostru pentru care luptam. Corina il are pe al ei si isi doreste din tot sufletul sa il ajute: "[...] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sa ca daca el, care NU ARE NIMIC SI PE NIMENI pe lumea asta, poate sa ajute un catel vagabond, m-am gandit ca eu, care AM FOARTE MULTE SI SUNT FOARTE NOROCOASA, as putea sa am grija de Florin. Nu sunt o bogatasa, din nefericire, dar cand imi cumpar o gogoasa, cu siguranta pot sa-i cumpar si lui una; cand fumez o tigara, pot sa-o ofer si lui una, doua; cand mai gatesc pui la cuptor si nu am cu cine sa-l mananc, pot sa-i duc si lui cateva bucati; cand iau salariul, pot sa-i dau si lui niste bani, sa-si cumpere ce vrea; cand merg pe acasa, pot sa intreb daca barbatii din familie n-au cumva vreo haina care nu le mai convine, sa i-o dau lui Florin, caci lui sigur ii convine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. [...]"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Datele de contact se afla pe pagina &lt;a href="http://corinastoica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, iar daca aveti o solutie, cat de mica, pentru situatia lui Florin, va rog sa o contactati.&lt;div&gt;Povestea intreaga o puteti citi &lt;a href="http://corinastoica.blogspot.com/2009/08/florin-sub-cerul-liber-n-am-unde-sa-ma.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;aici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1397442639852461702?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1397442639852461702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1397442639852461702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/florin-prietenul-corinei.html' title='Florin, prietenul Corinei'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6726680927385870267</id><published>2009-09-09T17:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:50:39.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viata dintre vacante</title><content type='html'>E fain sa lenevesti, dar, in egala masura, e fain sa ai un program care iti place si care iti tine ziua ocupata. De asta spun, mereu, ca e foarte important sa iti alegi meseria care te face fericit pentru ca altfel vei merge in fiecare zi la 'munca'. &lt;div&gt;De cand am inceput scoala sunt cu programul plin. Ma trezesc dimineata [ma rog... pe la 12, dar asta a fost mereu dimineata mea :) ], invat, plec la scoala, ma intorc, ma joc cu copiii, invat din nou, iar a doua zi o iau de la capat. In acest program mai adaug, uneori, cate o ora de yoga, o baie in piscina, ceva plaja, o vizita la prieteni sau o vorba pe Skype cu prietenii de acasa.  Si uite asa trec zilele, una dupa alta, intr-un fel cat se poate de placut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi plac vacantele, intotdeauna mi-au placut, dar viata dintre ele poate sa fie in egala masura de frumoasa ca si cea din timpul lor daca suntem atenti la alegerile pe care le facem, la deciziile pe care le luam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6726680927385870267?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6726680927385870267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6726680927385870267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/viata-dintre-vacante.html' title='viata dintre vacante'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2084045464608658548</id><published>2009-09-08T00:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:56:57.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>astazi... nimic</title><content type='html'>Stiu cat de neplacut e sa intri pe un blog si sa nu fie nimic nou postat. Nici mie nu-mi place, dar, uneori, ca acum, mi se pare ca despre orice as scrie ar fi prea banal, plictisitor, neinteresant, bla, bla...&lt;div&gt;Sa scriu de scoala? Naaaa. De weekend-ul prelungit? Neee. Poate despre chestia aia interesanta pe care am citit-o in cartea de psiho? Ntz... Poate totusi despre... No way. Dar despre ce? Pai, despre nimic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2084045464608658548?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2084045464608658548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2084045464608658548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/astazi-nimic.html' title='astazi... nimic'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5498791884340365476</id><published>2009-09-06T23:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:06:53.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Intreb unde esti&lt;div&gt;Raspunsul e liniste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate nici n-ai fost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5498791884340365476?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5498791884340365476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5498791884340365476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/intreb-unde-esti-raspunsul-e-liniste.html' title=''/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6969589695755953346</id><published>2009-09-03T18:44:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:17:40.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pauza intre clase</title><content type='html'>Sunt la scoala, am o pauza de jumatate de ora intre doua clase. Am melodia asta pe repeat. De cand n-ati mai ascultat-o? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(59, 68, 76);   white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/LEVANTINE/79ac6300f036a3.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/LEVANTINE/79ac6300f036a3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-6969589695755953346?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6969589695755953346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6969589695755953346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/pauza-intre-clase.html' title='pauza intre clase'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-3941348743473598397</id><published>2009-09-01T23:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:00:06.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prima zi din noul semestru</title><content type='html'>Astazi a fost prima zi din cel de-al doilea semestru. Colegi noi, profesori noi, alte clase. Am avut din nou emotii... Oare cand o sa ma obisnuiesc ca aici profesorii zambesc mereu, nu te cearta si, in plus, sunt gata sa te ajute si sa-ti raspunda la fiecare intrebare?&lt;br /&gt;Prima clasa a fost &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Developmental Psychology&lt;/span&gt;. Profesoara ne-a intampinat cu un zambet cald si o tonalitate joasa in voce. A inceput clasa prezentandu-se, spunandu-ne cateva cuvinte despre viata ei personala si profesionala. Pe urma a vrut sa facem cunostinta. Ne-a rugat sa raspundem fiecare, pe rand, la cate trei intrebari: care este motivul pentru care am luat clasa, sa spunem un lucru despre noi care nu se vede cand suntem priviti si un lucru, caracteristica, talent etc cu care ne laudam. A raspuns si ea la toate cele trei puncte si asa am aflat ca mama ei a fost supravietuitoare a Holocaustului. Dupa ce am facut cunostinta ne-a spus, pe acelasi ton cald, ce vom invata in clasa ei, ne-a dat programul pe tot semestrul, adresele ei de mail si numarul de telefon la care sa o putem contacta ori de cate ori avem vreo nelamurire. La fel ca si prima data cand am intat in scoala americana mi-a venit sa ma ridic in picioare si sa-i multumesc profesorului ca este asa cum este si ca este profesorul meu!&lt;br /&gt;Au urmat clasele de &lt;i&gt;General Psychology&lt;/i&gt; si &lt;i&gt;Matematica&lt;/i&gt; care au decurs in acelasi ton relaxat si deschis.&lt;br /&gt;Intre Gen Psy si Mate am avut o pauza de jumatate de ora in care m-am intins pe spate, pe iarba, ascultam muzica in casti si realizam ca sunt binecuvantata pentru ca am sansa sa traiesc o asemenea experienta. Simteam cum fericirea imi alearga prin tot corpul... Decizia de a studia aici a fost cea mai buna decizie pe care am luat-o vreodata in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam la profesorii de care mi-a fost teama de-a lungul timpului, carora nu le pasa care e numele meu sau daca am un prenume, carora nu indrazneam sa ma adresez cand le vedeam fetele severe si incruntate. Nimic din scoala pe care o fac aici nu e asemanator cu ce am facut acasa. Nimic!&lt;br /&gt;Oameni buni, daca aveti bani sa va platiti studiile veniti aici, daca nu aveti mergeti la Fulbright, un Educational Advising Center (google fulbright romania), impreuna cu care sa cautati universitati gata sa va ofere burse de studii partiale sau totale. Va promit, cu toata responsabilitatea, ca nu veti regreta.&lt;br /&gt;Maine am &lt;i&gt;Istorie&lt;/i&gt;, dar sunt fara emotii pentru ca am avut norocul ca profu' cu care am facut semestrul trecut Government, si care mi-a placut foarte, foarte tare, sa predea si Istoria de care am eu nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Gata, am inceput scoala, fug la lectii. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-3941348743473598397?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3941348743473598397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/3941348743473598397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/09/prima-zi-din-noul-semestru.html' title='prima zi din noul semestru'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2152696309603590773</id><published>2009-08-31T00:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:13:23.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa de iubire</title><content type='html'>As vrea sa sorb din apa de iubire... sa o simt cum curge prin mine si-mi inunda fiecare celula, sa-i simt dulceata cum imi pulseaza in inima si-mi alearga prin vene, sa-mi ajunga la creier si sa mi-l imbete. Cineva mi-a spus ca apa de iubire poate sa vindece cuvinte ce au ranit, zambetul ingenunchiat si zilele de noapte.&lt;br /&gt;M-as scufunda in apa de iubire si m-as abandona prin adancurile ei pana as ramane fara aer. M-as lasa purtata pe valurile ei pana acolo unde se aude linistea. Trupul straluceste si isi vindeca fiecare imperfectiune in reflexia apei de iubire. Doar ea poate face asta...&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa curga apa de iubire din cer... sa alerg prin ea ca si cum ar fi cel din urma lucru pe care il voi face, sa inchid ochii si sa zambesc stropilor mari ce-mi vor curge pe fata si-mi vor dilua lacrimile... Apa de iubire din cer spala dorul nemarturisit si teama de intuneric.   &lt;br /&gt;Caut un izvor cu apa de iubire ca s-o daruiesc, la nesfarsit, fiecarui trecator prin viata mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2152696309603590773?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2152696309603590773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2152696309603590773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/apa-de-iubire.html' title='apa de iubire'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5336073120224454259</id><published>2009-08-29T01:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:24:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just called to say....</title><content type='html'>Am in viata mea cativa oameni carora nu le place sa vorbeasca la telefon. Putini, e adevarat, dar exista. E, uite, vezi, eu nu inteleg cum iti place sa vorbesti cu cineva fata in fata si nu-ti place sa o faci la telefon. E adevarat, nu se compara cele doua conversatii, dar, uneori, din cauza conditiilor, trebuie sa ne adaptam. De multe ori am banuit ca "urasc-sa-vorbesc-la-telefon" este doar, asa, o scuza, pentru ca, de fapt, sa nu vorbeasca cu tine deloc. I-oi fi banuit degeaba sau nu pe bietii oameni, habar nu am, dar si eu folosesc cam aceasi scuza cand nu-mi place cu cine vorbesc. Dar si cand imi place, pai atunci sa te tina bateriile! :)) &lt;br /&gt;Zilele trecute, intr-o conversatie, mi-am adus aminte de o perioada in care vorbeam la telefon pana adormeam, iar persoana de la capatul celalat ma ruga mereu sa nu inchid, sa las telefonul deschis in timp ce dorm, sa-mi auda respiratia. Eee, pe atunci imi parea romantic, acu' mi se pare ciudat, si nu doar mi se pare, chiar este ciudat!:)) Aveam conversatii luuungi cat un drum Cluj-Bucuresti. Uneori nici nu vorbeam, stateam doar conectati. Am prieteni cu care pot sta ore intregi la telefon fara sa ma plictisesc. Si asta de ani de zile.&lt;br /&gt;Fara indoiala ca prefer o intalnire unei conversatii telefonice, dar, uneori, telefonul are farmecul lui... N-as da o conversatie lenesa de la 3 noaptea cu cel mai bun prieten pentru nimic in lume.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, ca mi-am adus aminte de o melodie. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anna_k/52555dde129353.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anna_k/52555dde129353.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stevie Wonder-I Just Called To Say I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5336073120224454259?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5336073120224454259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5336073120224454259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-called-to-say.html' title='I just called to say....'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4857453494934742736</id><published>2009-08-27T23:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:56:08.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri</title><content type='html'>Ma gadila parul pe fata, zambesc, reflectie in apa, palmierul fosneste, unde merge la ora asta?, mi se inchid ochii, textul..., textul era frumos, daca inchid ochii vad mai bine, zambesc din nou, de ce zambesc?, ah, nu-mi place zgomotul asta, intinsa pe spate la yoga, imi place yoga, iar zambesc, as vrea sa fii aici, de ce fac asta?, parca imi spunea cineva sa o fac, oare cine?, e intuneric in sus, greierii fac un zgomot placut, imi plac greierii, povestea cu furnica, zambesc din nou, copilarie, furnica era harnica, amintiri, mama, mi-e dor de mama, pentru cine scriu?, imi place in pijamale, aerul e cald, bate usor vantul, vantul imi aduce mereu aminte..., zambesc din nou, spunea ca simte miros de tei, am uitat cum arata ploaia, ploaia e trista, vreau sa aud oceanul, imi place ca e ud, noaptea doar il simti, nu-l vezi, e mare, e mai mare ca mine, mi-e somn, mi-e bine, multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4857453494934742736?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4857453494934742736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4857453494934742736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ganduri.html' title='ganduri'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5721335628652049868</id><published>2009-08-26T01:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:52:31.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in my secret life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/wildacvila/669152e5ddb9b8.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/wildacvila/669152e5ddb9b8.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I smile when I'm angry,&lt;br /&gt;I cheat and I lie...&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;But I know what is wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And I know what is right..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5721335628652049868?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5721335628652049868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5721335628652049868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-secret-life.html' title='in my secret life'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4920537274147079676</id><published>2009-08-24T21:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:20:15.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prima ora de yoga</title><content type='html'>Se termina vacanta de vara... N-am niciun regret pentru ca sunt tare fericita ca incepe scoala. Am avut o tresarire ca se termina vara, dar mi-am adus aminte ca aici e vara mereu, asadar nu se schimba nimic. :) Doamne, ce bine ca stau la caldura! Mi-e groaza de ploi, de frig, de zapada...&lt;div&gt;Astazi am avut prima clasa de yoga. Ma batea sor'mea la cap sa-mi fac abonament si sa merg cu ea. Lenesa cum sunt, am tot amanat, am fost plecata, n-am apucat sa-mi fac, dar astazi m-am urnit. Si bine am facut pentru ca mi-a placut foaaarte tare. O sa am maine o febra musculara de n-o sa ma ridic din pat, pe pariu! :)) Mi-am facut abonament pe doi ani de zile, deci o sa ma duc regulat. Daca o sa ma vedeti la anu' pe plaja la Mamaia, la rasaritul soarelui, stand in pozitii ciudate, fara sa ma misc minute in sir, sa stiti de unde mi se trage. :))) Acu' serios, yoga iti contureaza frumos muschii si iti dezvolta mobilitatea. In plus, iti da o pace interioare de care avem cu totii nevoie. A, si imi place paturica aia speciala pe care trebuie sa o cari dupa tine la fiecare ora. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De abia astept sa pot sta in toate pozitiile alea complicate in care, cica, te relaxezi foarte tare. Deocamdata pe mine doar ma dor toti muschii. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4920537274147079676?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4920537274147079676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4920537274147079676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/prima-ora-de-yoga.html' title='prima ora de yoga'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4827234894392521169</id><published>2009-08-17T18:21:00.033-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:53:20.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>niste poze si-un haiku</title><content type='html'>Vinul se scurge&lt;br /&gt;In suflet le ajunge&lt;br /&gt;Ce sincer e tot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasete clare&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa vad printre gene&lt;br /&gt;Inimi curate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea se lasa &lt;br /&gt;Sub cerul fara stele&lt;br /&gt;Apa e calda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambet de fata&lt;br /&gt;Oceanul te primeste &lt;br /&gt;Ti-e sufletul ud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea afara&lt;br /&gt;E cu talpile goale&lt;br /&gt;Nisipu-i rece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SooGRufq8QI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/DIog-zJ3mn0/s1600-h/1+indicatoare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SooCk44faWI/AAAAAAAAAw4/KMXAyBeyrAo/s400/25+apus+de+soare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371108338360609122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-4827234894392521169?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4827234894392521169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4827234894392521169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/niste-poze-si-un-haiku.html' title='niste poze si-un haiku'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SooGRufq8QI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/DIog-zJ3mn0/s72-c/1+indicatoare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-7055728714873619570</id><published>2009-08-16T13:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:58:51.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>degustare</title><content type='html'>N-a mai fost sa fie Mexic, dar m-am reorientat si am ajuns la vinariile din Santa Barbara unde se fac degustari. N-am mai facut asta pana acum si mi s-a parut foarte interesant. Am crezut ca o sa ma cherchelesc pe acolo dupa prea multa degustare, dar, din fericire, nu apuci sa bei foarte mult. Mie nu prea-mi place vinul. Poate daca e dulce... E, ideea e ca singura diferenta pe care am simtit-o a fost ca unele vinuri erau dulci, iar altele nu. :)) E clar ca nu prea ma pricep...:) Ideea e foarte faina. Te duci, platesti, degusti. Totul intr-o atmosfera relaxata, pe terase frumoase, cu muzica buna.&lt;br /&gt;Am facut cateva poze pe care o sa le pun imediat dupa ce le aleg, dar asta cand voi ajunge acasa. Deocamdata sunt prin Santa Monica si ma bucur de ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7055728714873619570?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7055728714873619570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7055728714873619570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/degustare.html' title='degustare'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-642681945816828572</id><published>2009-08-12T00:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:25:38.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>voteaz-o pe Bianca</title><content type='html'>Bianca, o sighisoreanca de a mea, mi-a cerut astazi ajutorul. Nu o cunosc, dar pentru ca este din acelasi oras cu mine vreau sa o ajut. Bianca locuieste in Spania si, dupa cate mi-a scris, are toate sansele sa fie prima romanca participanta la show-ul Big Brother de acolo. Pentru asta are nevoie de cat mai multe voturi on-line de la noi. Link-ul catre site-ul unde poate fi votata e &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://casting.granhermano.com/casting/video/bianca-2038840041"&gt;aici.&lt;/a&gt; Eu zic sa o ajutam sa-si implineasca visul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-642681945816828572?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/642681945816828572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/642681945816828572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/voteaz-o-pe-bianca.html' title='voteaz-o pe Bianca'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6761927778565353020</id><published>2009-08-10T01:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:25:15.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brand new day</title><content type='html'>Am vazut doua stele cazatoare. Evident, asa cum cere traditia, mi-am pus doua dorinte. ;) Daca se implinesc m-am scos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur de vacanta in continuare. Mai am un pic si incep scoala. De abia astept! Nu cred ca am mai asteptat candva atat de mult sa inceapa scoala. Probabil ca tine de varsta.:)) Ok, poate si de scoala.;) De abia astept sa invat lucruri noi despre tot ce tine de psihologie. Cartile pe care le am pentru semestrul urmator sunt foaaarte interesante! Sper sa am in continuare profesori buni, asa cum am avut si pana acum. &lt;br /&gt;Zile trec line si fara evenimente prea mari. Voluntariez in continuare la "Angel View", ma bucur de soare si de apa si ma joc cu copilasii mei dragi. Din afara poate parea plictisitor, din interior se simte linistea.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi ne gandeam sa plecam o saptamana in Mexic, la plaja. Inca nu m-am hotarat daca voi merge sau nu. Mai am cateva zile sa ma gandesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta-i melodia pe care, de cateva zile, o ascult, pe repeat, in masina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v-pEOUbr9yo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/v-pEOUbr9yo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/3497229396668620526-6761927778565353020?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6761927778565353020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6761927778565353020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/brand-new-day.html' title='brand new day'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-457400496489611331</id><published>2009-08-07T19:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:13:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a plecat Criss (cine ne mai face poze?)</title><content type='html'>Gata, a plecat Criss in Romania... :(  Ieri am dus-o la aeroport, mi-am luat ramas bun si am rugat-o sa se intoarca cat mai repede. M-am simtit tare rau tot drumul de la aeroport spre casa...&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi plac despartirile de niciun fel. Nici cele definitive, nici cele temporare. Nu ca ar fi ceva iesit din comun faptul ca nu-mi plac, banuiesc ca nimeni nu se simte confortabil intr-o asa situatie, dar atunci cand situatia e a ta... of... Sunt trista...&lt;br /&gt;Bunica mea e foarta suparata ca America nu e in Romania. :) E suparata ca trebuie sa fim atat de departe ca sa avem avantajele unei vieti mai... sa-i zicem confortabile. Zice ca nu e drept. :) A fost si ea de cateva ori aici si a inteles de ce unii decid sa ramana, chiar a spus ca daca ar fi avut cu 20 de ani mai putin ar fi ramas si ea. :) Dar, cu toate astea, i se pare nedrept faptul ca, uneori, trebuie sa pleci de acasa ca sa-ti fie mai bine. I se pare nedrept ca America nu e in Romania. :))&lt;br /&gt;O sa-mi fie tare dor de Criss. Sper sa se poata intoarce cat mai curand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/Snz5zQHbB0I/AAAAAAAAAww/Kl66pSZRvV0/s1600-h/criss+si+nico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/Snz5zQHbB0I/AAAAAAAAAww/Kl66pSZRvV0/s400/criss+si+nico.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367439514813531970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-457400496489611331?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/457400496489611331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/457400496489611331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/plecat-criss.html' title='a plecat Criss (cine ne mai face poze?)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/Snz5zQHbB0I/AAAAAAAAAww/Kl66pSZRvV0/s72-c/criss+si+nico.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2773548342990405238</id><published>2009-08-05T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:32:22.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ascult muzica</title><content type='html'>N-am chef de scris, dar am chef de ascultat muzica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVYDVvIHEz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/yVYDVvIHEz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/3497229396668620526-2773548342990405238?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2773548342990405238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2773548342990405238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ascult-muzica.html' title='ascult muzica'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5130224244945018481</id><published>2009-07-31T08:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:45:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dis-de-dimineata</title><content type='html'>Este opt dimineata si eu sunt cel mai treaz om din lume! Aseara am adormit pe la zece si  iata-ma acu' in situatia in care habar nu am ce as putea face la aceasta ora. :) N-am obisnuinta invatatului la ore atat de matinale, dar parca as pune mana pe o carte... Sau as putea sa imi pun slipul si sa ma bronzez la soarele de 8 dimineata.  Sau... le-as putea face pe amandoua. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5130224244945018481?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5130224244945018481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5130224244945018481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/dis-de-dimineata.html' title='dis-de-dimineata'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-1668245656351804674</id><published>2009-07-27T00:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:54:09.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>din una'n alta</title><content type='html'>Spuneam ca nu mai plec nicaieri, ca gata... s-a terminat cu drumurile in vacanta asta... Ei bine, maine plec din nou.:) Ma duc sa petrec cateva zile in Los Angeles, cu Nadine. Apropo de asta, acu' ceva timp, cand eram amandoua in Vegas,  ziarele din Romania scriau despre ea ca se afla in Romania si ca participa la nu stiu ce preselectie pentru Cerbul de Aur, ba mai mult, timp de trei zile au relatat evolutia ei la preselectii, ba chiar ca s-a si calificat pentru concurs!!!:))) Noi, din Vegas, citeam si ne minunam.:)) Nadine n-a mai fost in tara de la Craciun, asadar i-ar fi fost imposibil sa se afle si in America si in Romania in acelasi timp.:)) Si chiar daca, prin absurd, ar fi fost in tara, credeti-ma, ultimul loc unde s-ar fi aflat ar fi fost la preselectia pentru Cerb sau la orice alt fel de preselectie.:))&lt;br /&gt;Chiar in aceasi perioada apaream si eu in presa cu o imbecilitate cat Casa Poporului. Uneori ma gandesc ca anumite persoane din presa traiesc intr-o lume paralela.:)) Altfel nu-mi explic cum pot sa dai, ca ceva sigur, o informatie fara pic de baza reala.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca, uneori, a fost si vina mea pentru ca am refuzat sa dau interviuri care ar mai fi lamurit unele lucruri. Motivul pentru care n-am facut-o a fost ca, de prea multe ori, desi faceam interviul scris, adica fara urma de interpretare, apareau niste chestii tiparite de nu puteam sa cred! Poate, totusi, ar fi trebuit sa-mi aleg niste publicatii in care stiu ca ceea ce spun este si tiparit.... Habar nu am cum ar fi fost mai bine si oricum nu mai conteaza acum... :)&lt;br /&gt;Si, pentru ca tot vorbesc despre ce tampenii s-au scris, si, pentru ca am primit multe comment-uri in care am fost intrebata despre relatia mea cu Marius, dar carora nu le-am dat niciodata accept, vreau sa va spun, celor interesati, ca niciodata, dar niciodata motivul despartirii noastre nu a fost ca eu nu stiu sa gatesc. :)) Cand a aparut asta in ziar am crezut ca visam amandoi. :)) Motivul n-ar fi putut sa fie asta din mai multe aspecte: primul ar fi ca stiu sa gatesc foarte bine ;) , iar al doilea ca lui Marius oricum nu i-ar fi pasat daca n-as fi stiut sa o fac. :) Nu cred ca exista oameni care se pot desparti din asemenea motive. Poate or exista, habar n-am...:) Ca sa merg si mai departe, va spun ca departirea noastra a avut motive umane si nicidecum administrative. :)) Nici cum a fost prezentat, mereu, felul in care ne-am intalnit nu este unul real. :) Indiferent in ce publicatie apaream se scria asa: " Marius si Nicoleta, mari amatori de cluburi si cafenele, s-au cunoscut intr-un club....bla, bla, bla...." :)) Noi, de fapt, ne-am cunoscut in Poiana Brasov, unde el era in cantonament, si ne-am intalnit la o terasa unde am baut limonada. Toate astea se petreceau in singura ora in care el avea 'program de voie'. :) Nu imi aduc aminte sa fi mers de mai mult de trei ori in club, in toata perioada cat am fost impreuna, si atunci doar la evenimente speciale. Viata unui sportiv de performanta, asa cum e Marius, nu implica o viata de noapte. Cu siguranta nu in viata lui.&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc sa nu mai primesc intrebari despre niciun fel de relatie a mea, dintr-un singur motiv: mi se pare lipsit de bun simt si total inestetic sa te intereseze intimitatea unui om pana la o asemenea adancime. Daca cineva vrea sa impartaseasca experientele personale e treaba lui, dar daca vezi ca nu o face, sau o face pana la un punct, lasa-l in pace. Orice relatie, despartire, impacare, eveniment, sau mai stiu eu ce, are o intimitate care nu se imparte cu nimeni. Oricum, nici o persoana din afara unei relatii nu poate sa inteleaga ce se petrece in interiorul ei. Din afara totul se vede altfel, si aici ma refer la orice fel de relatie, nu doar la cea de iubire. Cum spuneam si intr-un comentariu, fiecare avem un fel unic de a simti sau vedea legaturile dintre oameni. In plus, cine, naiba, are nevoie de parerile celor neimplicati? :))&lt;br /&gt;Am pornit de la Nadine si ia uitati unde am ajuns. :)) Macar am lamurit unele lucruri, nu neaparat ca ar fi fost necesara o lamurire, dar asa s-a intamplat sa fie. :)&lt;br /&gt;Da, maine plec spre Los Angeles... O sa petrec cateva zile cu prietena mea. Stiu de pe acum ca o sa fie zile frumoase. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-1668245656351804674?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1668245656351804674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/1668245656351804674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/din-unan-alta.html' title='din una&apos;n alta'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5553159368992556213</id><published>2009-07-24T01:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:11:57.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacanta, gen... :)</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu cum sunteti voi, dar eu sunt in continuare pe genul vacanta. :) In afara de zilele de voluntariat nu am niciun fel de program. Ma trezesc cand vreau, ma culc cand vreau, fara niciun fel de responsabilitate. :) As putea sa ma obisnuiesc cu ritmul asta. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mi-au venit cartile de psihologie pentru scoala si ma bucur de ele de nu mai pot! Pana o sa inceapa din nou cursurile eu le voi fi citit deja. :)&lt;br /&gt;La mine e noapte si canta greierii, iar cerul e, din nou, plin cu stele. :) Ascult postul meu de radio preferat unde tocmai canta Jason Mraz, "I'm yours" si ma duce cu gandul la insule. Poate pentru ca anul trecut, in Hawaii, o cantam in fiecare zi. &lt;br /&gt;Nu-i asa ca melodia asta suna a vacanta, a soare, a mare, a nisip? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eHD_FtIUVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/1eHD_FtIUVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o varianta live, pentru ca imi plac artistii in concerte. :) Bine canta baiatul asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/3497229396668620526-5553159368992556213?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5553159368992556213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5553159368992556213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacanta-gen.html' title='vacanta, gen... :)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8000127305426197869</id><published>2009-07-22T13:48:00.066-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:31:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true love (la multi ani, Starule!)</title><content type='html'>Astazi este ziua &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://danrobertbadea.blogspot.com/"&gt;prietenului meu drag&lt;/a&gt;... Anul acesta, pentru prima data de cand ne cunoastem, nu petrecem impreuna aceasta zi...&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e bine pentru ca am vorbit la telefon, stie ca il sarbatoresc pentru ca i-am spus-o. :) Cu unii oameni, indiferent de cat de departe esti fizic, relatia nu se schimba.&lt;br /&gt;Istoria noastra comuna este atat de frumoasa si atat de bogata in evenimente incat pot trece 2 vieti fara sa ne vedem si totul sa ramana la fel. Am calatorit prin lume impreuna, am muncit zi de zi impreuna, ne-am plictisit, ne-am distrat, am dansat, am ras in hohote, i-am tinut partea, mi-a tinut partea, am visat cu ochii deschisi, ne-am plimbat noaptea cu masina sa ne tinem de urat, am fost la munte si la mare, am cantat pe aceasi scena, am calatorit mii de km pe aceasi bancheta, am impartit banii, masinile si casa, ne bucuram cand se indragostea unul dintre noi, plangeam cand eram parasiti, am fost la primul lui show in cafenea, la primul show intr-o sala de spectacole, am vazut impreuna primul show de la tv...&lt;br /&gt;This is true love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Poiana Brasov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUpBS-WRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/iFgbG5chNYs/s1600-h/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUpBS-WRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/iFgbG5chNYs/s400/27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361417313851431186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Turks and Caicos- Caraibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUkKGqyyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_xc3GMJBfJo/s1600-h/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUkKGqyyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/_xc3GMJBfJo/s400/28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361417230316391202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Turks and Caicos- Caraibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUa3oh2ZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kp_PmAo9AvY/s1600-h/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUa3oh2ZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/kp_PmAo9AvY/s400/26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361417070739315090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUWG_YsOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5MxnisYTndc/s1600-h/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUWG_YsOI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/5MxnisYTndc/s400/25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416988962369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeURchl6MI/AAAAAAAAAwI/PUTz86NKxHs/s1600-h/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeURchl6MI/AAAAAAAAAwI/PUTz86NKxHs/s400/24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416908843641026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Sighisoara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUMhUmWbI/AAAAAAAAAwA/mnnYLMfOb-w/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUMhUmWbI/AAAAAAAAAwA/mnnYLMfOb-w/s400/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416824231975346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUIdQNqmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/j7gCG0Wgrc4/s1600-h/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUIdQNqmI/AAAAAAAAAv4/j7gCG0Wgrc4/s400/22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416754420361826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Pe undeva prin tara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUDge-S8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/KjUNE_fhdIA/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUDge-S8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/KjUNE_fhdIA/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416669388229570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Turks and Caicos, Caraibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeT_IPQybI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZQlkTxc6DX4/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeT_IPQybI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ZQlkTxc6DX4/s400/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416594160404914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeT6VP0yoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gRrS4_MWihg/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeT6VP0yoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/gRrS4_MWihg/s400/20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416511753079426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Marea Neagra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTqlmhtMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JLIL31DlgaA/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTqlmhtMI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/JLIL31DlgaA/s400/18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416241265358018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Miami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTmI6CARI/AAAAAAAAAvI/dlz8p4FR7lg/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTmI6CARI/AAAAAAAAAvI/dlz8p4FR7lg/s400/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416164843061522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Mamaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTh90IgwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MselB0axhXE/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTh90IgwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MselB0axhXE/s400/16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416093146055426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             N-am nici cea mai mica idee unde eram aici :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTc4btW5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/68IzA0yItO4/s1600-h/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTc4btW5I/AAAAAAAAAu4/68IzA0yItO4/s400/15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361416005802089362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTYG259XI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bu-W5DZ2kxg/s1600-h/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTYG259XI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bu-W5DZ2kxg/s400/14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415923774911858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Pin tara, cred...&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTThMZlnI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Wz8JpAN-4kY/s1600-h/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTThMZlnI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Wz8JpAN-4kY/s400/13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415844945041010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Madrid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTN14JUnI/AAAAAAAAAug/jU0v5IaO_Po/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTN14JUnI/AAAAAAAAAug/jU0v5IaO_Po/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415747418018418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Turks and Caicos,  Caraibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTJXMhv9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ra42uyEbb8Y/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTJXMhv9I/AAAAAAAAAuY/Ra42uyEbb8Y/s400/11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415670462529490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTEwZLxqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZSzUmmCoA3k/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeTEwZLxqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZSzUmmCoA3k/s400/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415591327155874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeS_0rjKDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c9uK6X05_XY/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeS_0rjKDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c9uK6X05_XY/s400/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415506578581554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeS40W2aOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/XBmKrjZ0vaA/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeS40W2aOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/XBmKrjZ0vaA/s400/8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415386232678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeS0KXXMnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/PofJfHk3050/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeS0KXXMnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/PofJfHk3050/s400/7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415306241061490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSv5ucyKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Y18Y3mZhStc/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSv5ucyKI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Y18Y3mZhStc/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415233055017122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSqwbO48I/AAAAAAAAAto/xBQGmvxVDlo/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSqwbO48I/AAAAAAAAAto/xBQGmvxVDlo/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415144659149762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 Indio, California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSiA1Jt0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/kmtvRDOK0Pk/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSiA1Jt0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/kmtvRDOK0Pk/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361414994444007234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSdUEHkgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lVx7ovrVqpc/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSdUEHkgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lVx7ovrVqpc/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361414913707708930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Boracay, Filipine&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSY7rQ6mI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/NufhbweGugI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSY7rQ6mI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/NufhbweGugI/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361414838441536098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSUl75qTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/2V1irpZeXbc/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeSUl75qTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/2V1irpZeXbc/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361414763886258482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-8000127305426197869?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8000127305426197869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/8000127305426197869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-love-la-multi-ani-starule.html' title='true love (la multi ani, Starule!)'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmeUpBS-WRI/AAAAAAAAAwo/iFgbG5chNYs/s72-c/27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-6686748636058210094</id><published>2009-07-22T03:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:10:27.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>by your side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you're cold&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, hold you tight to me&lt;br /&gt;When you're low&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're on the outside baby, and you can`t get in&lt;br /&gt;I will show you, you're so much better than you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;I am here to dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And in no time, you'll be fine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fW4paX7cDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fW4paX7cDk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/3497229396668620526-6686748636058210094?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6686748636058210094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/6686748636058210094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-your-side.html' title='by your side'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2418293462870864368</id><published>2009-07-21T02:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:52:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacanta in apa</title><content type='html'>N-am mai scris in ultimele zile... Mi-a fost aproape imposibil sa o fac deoarece mi-am petrecut timpul mai mult in apa decat pe uscat. Nu stiu cum e la voi, dar la noi e foarte cald. Si bine! :) Asta insemna ca apa din piscina este atat de calda incat iti vine sa stai toata ziua in ea. De cum ma trezesc dimineata sar in apa. Arunc pijamalele de pe mine in drum spre piscina. :)) Ies din apa doar sa mananc si sa mai invat cate ceva, dar cand vine seara o iau de la capat. Imi place sa inot noaptea. &lt;br /&gt;Duminica am fost la un Water Park si, impreuna cu gasca, ne-am dat pe toate nenorocirile alea 8 ore incontinuu. Mi-am luat portia de adrenalina pe juma' de an de acu' incolo. :) &lt;br /&gt;Ce e foarte fain aici este ca, desi e desert, gasesti apa peste tot. Nu conteaza ca stai intr-un complex de apartamente sau ca locuiesti la casa, la tot pasul sunt piscine. Si ce poate sa fie mai placut decat sa te intorci de la munca sau de la scoala si sa te arunci in apa. :) Da, aici toata lumea se balaceste in aceasta perioada. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mai am o luna de vacanta si incepe scoala... Trece repede vacanta... E, cat mai e o sa o petrec in apa. :) Asadar, daca trec zilele si eu nu scriu nimic, stiti de ce.&lt;br /&gt;Voi pe unde va petreceti vacanta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-2418293462870864368?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2418293462870864368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/2418293462870864368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacanta-in-apa.html' title='vacanta in apa'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-9065432098908066362</id><published>2009-07-17T04:16:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:19:56.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>liniste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmBrVloBjzI/AAAAAAAAAow/BosbQkzfCXI/s1600-h/hawaii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmBrVloBjzI/AAAAAAAAAow/BosbQkzfCXI/s200/hawaii.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359401575192301362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, ca acum, as vrea sa ma transform in liniste... M-as cuibari in sufletele oamenilor... As intra, sub forma de liniste, in trupurile lor; as intra adanc in mintile lor si le-as opri gandurile; as curge prin venele lor si le-as incetini bataile nebune ale inimii. Le-as sopti liniste in urechi... &lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa pot atinge cu linste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-9065432098908066362?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9065432098908066362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9065432098908066362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/liniste.html' title='liniste'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SmBrVloBjzI/AAAAAAAAAow/BosbQkzfCXI/s72-c/hawaii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8405624399178918621</id><published>2009-07-14T01:01:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:08:47.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>Se zice despre New York ca este un oras care ori iti place foarte tare, ori nu-ti place deloc. Eu cred ca ma incadrez in a doua categorie.&lt;br /&gt;Prima data cand am ajuns in NY a fost acu' cativa ani, nici nu mai stiu cati, era iarna, candva prin Ianuarie, si foaaarte frig. Eram gasca frumoasa, radeam la tot pasul si descopeream impreuna locurile noi. Nici nu ne pasa de frigul de afara pentru ca in cateva zile urma sa plecam in Caraibe. E, in aceste conditii, New York-ul mi s-a parut aproape dragut. Mi-a placut Central Park-ul care m-a dus cu gandul la cateva filme celebre, Times Square-ul care sclipoceste minunat, Statuia Libertatii, Empire State Building-ul si ceva zgarie-nori. Ce nu mi-a placut a fost mizeria si aglomeratia. Pentru ca da, eu credeam ca ceea ce am vazut atunci, in Ianuarie, pe frigul acela ingrozitor, era aglomeratie... Ei bine, ce mi-a fost dat sa vad acum, cand afara erau 30 de grade, a intrecut orice idee a mea despre aglomeratia urbana.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns spre pranz in marele oras, ne-am cazat si ne-am gandit sa dam o raita sa vedem ce e de vazut pe acolo. A fost o jale totala. Mii si mii de oameni inghesuiti printre mii si mii de masini, printre mii si mii de cladiri, in mii si mii de claxoane... Oameni imbracati la 4 ace, in costume de mii de euro, si domnisoare pe tocuri, cu genti scumpe pe brat, alaturi de homeless-ii care isi taraiau cartoanele dupa ei... Hoteluri cu camere de 1000$ pe noapte inconjurate de mizeria de pe strada... Infiorator pentru mine! Chiar ma gandeam, atunci, ca mi-ar trebui un motiv extraordinar de bun care sa ma faca sa ma mut intr-un asa oras.&lt;br /&gt;Cand ne-am intalnit cu &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://biancalinta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bianca&lt;/a&gt;, o prietena tare draga, genul de fata tipic americana, dar mai ales New-York-eza, plina de viata si foarte cool, am intrebat-o cum poate sa traiasca intr-un astfel de oras. Senina toata si cu gura pana la urechi mi-a spus ca adora viata acolo! Asadar, se confirma ce spuneam la inceput ca NY-ul este genul de oras care ori iti place foarte tare, ori nu-ti place deloc. Este atat de extrem incat nu prea ai cale de mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca New York-ul nu este un oras unde se poate adapta oricine, el merita vazut cel putin o data in viata. Este impunator, freamata de viata, ofera oportunitati, da ora exacta in multa domenii, creaza legende si te ajuta sa visezi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am facut prea multe poze, n-am avut chef sa fac, mai ales ca am o gramada facute de data trecuta, dar le voi posta pe cele cateva. O sa le caut pe cele din vacanta trecuta si le voi posta, asa, pentru cine n-a ajuns inca in NY si vrea sa-l vada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlxHMpRkJaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2rNw6Opx9uM/s1600-h/statuia+libertatii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlxHMpRkJaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/2rNw6Opx9uM/s200/statuia+libertatii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358235939227575714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlxG_YIZhAI/AAAAAAAAAog/u2t591FYVFQ/s1600-h/ts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlxG_YIZhAI/AAAAAAAAAog/u2t591FYVFQ/s200/ts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358235711287428098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlxG3SWS92I/AAAAAAAAAoY/LkZDzRL_l6I/s1600-h/ts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Ne-am bucurat, ne-am strans in brate, am povestit pe repede-inainte tot ce pierdusem in anii care au trecut, iar pe urma am plecat spre cascada Niagara.&lt;br /&gt;Spectacolul oferit de apa care cade de la 50 de metri inaltime este de o frumusete de nedescris, impresionant, coplesitor... Ma aflam pe vaporul care te duce pana in bazinul unde cade apa si imi curgeau lacrimile de emotii. Norocul meu a fost ca apa care curgea din toate partile si care ne-a udat aproape pana la piele a mascat lacrimile mele, altfel eram de tot rasul. :)) Vaporul a oprit pentru cateva minute in fata cascadei si am avut timp sa privim pe indelete minunatia care ni se arata.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, fotografiile nu pot surprinde ceea ce simti atunci cand te afli acolo, dar chiar si asa merita sa vedeti cateva poze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgLU3EAt9I/AAAAAAAAAno/PIHVT5WB0y8/s1600-h/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgLU3EAt9I/AAAAAAAAAno/PIHVT5WB0y8/s200/30.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357044209763268562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgLQ3Jq0-I/AAAAAAAAAng/bnxhoSwDzhg/s1600-h/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgJIhkspUI/AAAAAAAAAkI/f0xklGnJuE4/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357041798813099330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgBS2MofWI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vpZxxXLBTlA/s1600-h/50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgBS2MofWI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vpZxxXLBTlA/s200/50.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357033180054977890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-9014857725717404301?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9014857725717404301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/9014857725717404301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/cascada-niagara.html' title='Cascada Niagara'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlgLU3EAt9I/AAAAAAAAAno/PIHVT5WB0y8/s72-c/30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-295948294439340414</id><published>2009-07-10T03:12:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:27:12.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>linistea mi-a spus...</title><content type='html'>Somnului meu nu-i place luna plina... De cate ori apare, in toata splendoarea ei, somnul meu dispare. Si atunci, ca sa-mi treaca timpul frumos, ies in curte si privesc cerul. Uneori scriu, alteori citesc, depinde de situatie. &lt;br /&gt;De cand ma stiu, luna plina mi-a schimbat programul. Nu sunt suparata pe ea, in felul acesta mai schimb monotonia de peste noapte. Uneori uit cu cata dragoste ma imbratiseaza linistea din mijlocul noptii si cat de multe lucruri frumoase imi spune. Astazi mi-a spus ca fiecare intamplare din viata mea are un sens. Mi-a spus ca indiferent cat de bine sau mai putin bine este astazi, maine poate fi altfel. Mi-a spus ca oamenilor le este frica. Mi-a spus ca muzica este glasul ingerilor. Mi-a spus ca ingerii exista. Mi-a spus sa am incredere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VnCS25z18pI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/VnCS25z18pI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/3497229396668620526-295948294439340414?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/295948294439340414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/295948294439340414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/linistea-mi-spus.html' title='linistea mi-a spus...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-5993235222108727868</id><published>2009-07-09T02:08:00.053-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:51:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>Chicago este orasul care mi-a placut cel mai mult. Intrasem deja in oras si nu imi venea sa cred cat de multa verdeata este peste tot in jur. Casele pareau asezate pe un teren de golf imens si inconjurate de padurici... o frumusete! Centrul orasului arata impecabil! Daca nu ar avea iarna ar fi fost o optiune pentru mine sa ma mut acolo, dar din pacate au, si inca ierni mai grele decat la noi. &lt;br /&gt;Lacul Michigan este amenajat cu plaje pe care oamenii stateau tolaniti, jucau volei, alergau; tipic american, exact cum vedem in filme. :) Da, Chicago este unul dintre cele mai frumoase orase pe care le-am vazut pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlXHSn6W_kI/AAAAAAAAAj4/WUN-2cqVvwc/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlXHSn6W_kI/AAAAAAAAAj4/WUN-2cqVvwc/s200/47.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356406454592405058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlXHNvsuIZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/r6Lic7UwvFY/s1600-h/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlW47G_S8UI/AAAAAAAAAbg/HSopiBV5W9M/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356390657454960962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-5993235222108727868?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5993235222108727868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/5993235222108727868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlXHSn6W_kI/AAAAAAAAAj4/WUN-2cqVvwc/s72-c/47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-8683917603774617595</id><published>2009-07-07T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:48:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mai departe...</title><content type='html'>Cu cat inaintam in aventura noastra, cu atat imi placea mai mult. Am descoperit America asa cu nu as fi putut sa mi-o imaginez. Mai frumoasa, mai curata, mai impunatoare, mai primitoare, mai calda, ma fireasca, mai verde, mai civilizata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlQ27T7sWfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6u-b93-4Wlo/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlQ27T7sWfI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6u-b93-4Wlo/s200/20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355966249441188338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlQ24fiKhZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6i3tTPFY2dw/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlQ24fiKhZI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6i3tTPFY2dw/s200/19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355966201015731602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlQ21BL4eZI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Y-1xAcZOt1E/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Cu mic, cu mare, toata lumea se aduna in parcuri pentru picnic-uri, concerte si focuri de artificii. La fel am sarbatorit si noi. Ne-am adunat gasca, am petrecut, iar spre seara eram in parc impreuna cu mii de oameni privind sprectacolul de pe cer. Am vazut cel mai impresionant foc de artificii. Cateva zeci de minute am stat intinsa pe iarba, pe spate, nemiscata, intr-o mare de oameni care privea in aceasi directie, spre cer. Spectacolul dat de artificiile de pe cer nu ne dadea voie decat sa reactionam din cand in cand, in cor, la frumusetea lor. Pe fundal se auzea imnul Americii. Frumos, emotionant! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam ca daca ma va intreba cineva ce imi doresc de ziua mea o sa spun ca vreau o ora de artificii cu muzica pe fundal, doar pentru mine. Vreau un camp in care sa stau intansa pe spate si deasupra mea sa curga artificiile. Habar nu am de ce imi plac atat de mult sclipocelile de pe cer, dar stiu ca mereu mi-au dat o stare care ma umple de bucurie. Dap, asta imi doresc eu de ziua mea, sau de Paste sau de Craciun sau in iulie sau in octombrie, oricand, in orice data! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sor'mea, care se pricepe, a facut un tort in ton cu evenimentul. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFC4YxZw9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/oX6zqzY9Ggw/s1600-h/tort+4th+of+July.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFC4YxZw9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/oX6zqzY9Ggw/s200/tort+4th+of+July.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355134968409998290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFCr43t4lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/W5D1V1THQiY/s1600-h/4th+oh+July+nico+si+alyssa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFCr43t4lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/W5D1V1THQiY/s200/4th+oh+July+nico+si+alyssa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355134753688117842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFCm_OArqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/57FhvLrYfzM/s1600-h/4th+oh+July+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFCm_OArqI/AAAAAAAAAYo/57FhvLrYfzM/s200/4th+oh+July+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355134669492891298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFCfrIX_5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/3L1CTFaHzJA/s1600-h/artificii+4th+of+July.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFCfrIX_5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/3L1CTFaHzJA/s200/artificii+4th+of+July.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355134543841460114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3497229396668620526-7842431126598752047?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7842431126598752047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/7842431126598752047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/SlFC4YxZw9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/oX6zqzY9Ggw/s72-c/tort+4th+of+July.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-2448065805039377836</id><published>2009-07-03T21:49:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:13:27.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>continuare</title><content type='html'>Oricat cat de departe esti de orasele mari sau mici, drumurile sunt impecabile aici. Poate ca asta este unul din cele mai destepte lucruri pe care le-au facut americanii. 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Arata impecabil, se misca impecabil, canta Dumnezeieste... Cam asa aratau repetitiile Regelui pop. Nu, nu e show-ul, sunt doar repetitiile... Sunt speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BezYBvWtYWU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/BezYBvWtYWU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OdcytuKhVQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/OdcytuKhVQo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/3497229396668620526-4336216202601268329?l=nicoletadragan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4336216202601268329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3497229396668620526/posts/default/4336216202601268329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoletadragan.blogspot.com/2009/07/cu-doar-doua-zile-inainte.html' title='cu doar doua zile inainte...'/><author><name>nicoleta dragan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279162953976736055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/TLLLYs1T7UI/AAAAAAAAA4A/9d0ka-aYhgs/S220/nicoleta.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3497229396668620526.post-4225302188368073793</id><published>2009-07-01T23:16:00.032-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:24:34.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless America</title><content type='html'>Dupa zilele petrecute in Vegas am pornit sa traversam America cu masina. A fost una dintre cele mai frumoase experiente pe care le-am trait pana acum. M-am indragostit de-a dreptul de aceasta tara! In fiecare coltisor in care am fost am gasit civilizatie, oameni zambitori, peisaje parca rupte din povesti si confortul la care visam cu totii. &lt;br /&gt;Ziua calatoream si vizitam locuri, iar cand se lasa noaptea ne cazam la primul hotel pe care il vedeam in cale. Am vizitat 11 state. Am plecat din Nevada si am trecut prin  Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, Ohio, Pensylvania si, in final, New York. Fiecare stat are farmecul lui, povestea lui. Mie mi-a placut Iowa datorita peisajului de la care nu puteam sa-mi iau ochii. Stateam lipita de geamul masinii si ma umpleam de bucurie. :)&lt;br /&gt;In aceasta excursie, prietenii mei si cu mine, am hotarat sa reactionam violent si fara avertisment la fiecare acuzatie ca America polueaza. :)) Ceea ce am vazut noi este un plaman al acestei planete. Mii de kilometrii cu paduri, pasuni si verdeata de toate felurile. O armonie intre natura si om. Animale salbatice care ajungeau la marginea drumului, nestingherite de prezenta omului. Am vizitat niste sate in care m-as muta si maine cu bucurie. :) Aici nu sunt copaci printre case, ci sunt case printre copaci. Fiecare curte e o mica padurice. Si asta nu doar in orasele mici, chiar si in cele mari. Ai impresia ca toate casele sunt construite in padure. O superbitate de tare este America! &lt;br /&gt;Toate mijloacele de transport pe care le-am vazut in orase sunt hibriduri, nu am vazut nici macar o masina care sa lase dare de fum in urma, in schimb am vazut verdeata de parca eram in padurea de langa Sighisoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi o sa va arat poze din Arizona, Utah si Colorado, partea de desert a Americii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/Skxdl9xtLxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DIFRdOSgnAI/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/Skxdl9xtLxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DIFRdOSgnAI/s200/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353756963856264978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ua-dDRtmz-Q/Skxdhv2HHbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BSoPIyypgtc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Cu verisoara din dotare in dreapta mea am traversat desertul Mojave si am ajuns la destinatie fericite si pregatite pentru petrecere. Nici nu ne-am cazat bine ca am si plecat din camera in care, pe toata perioada cat am stat acolo, ne-am intors doar pentru cateva ore de somn. Putine, dar cine poate sa doarma in Vegas? :)&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai frumoasa parte petrecuta in Vegas a fost pe durata festivalului de film CineVegas unde l-am reintalnit pe Dennis Hopper si l-am cunoscut pe Jon Voight, tatal Angelinei Jolie. Ne-am distrat la toate petrecerile private cu oameni din industria filmului, am dansat si ne-am plimbat pe strazi pana la ziua, in fiecare zi.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai tare m-am bucurat pentru faptul ca i-a placut Cristinutzei tot ce a vazut si ca mi-am reintalnit o parte din gasca din Romania.&lt;br /&gt;Am ales cateva poze facute de Criss. 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