<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394</id><updated>2011-09-16T08:33:14.173-07:00</updated><category term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Memoiresdunefilletropcool</title><subtitle type='html'>Allons-y, on démare à la découverte du fabuleux Paris! Des médias, des pubs, des habitudes, des photos, des spectacles, des idées plus ou moins conventionnelles, des sorties... c'est mon histoire sur Paris que je vous invite à savourer ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8641518262673652895</id><published>2010-01-29T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:26:27.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Coca-Cola staging :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpsPn9eu-44&amp;hl=en_US&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/rpsPn9eu-44&amp;hl=en_US&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/2922613537676809394-8641518262673652895?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8641518262673652895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8641518262673652895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8641518262673652895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8641518262673652895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2010/01/cool-coca-cola-staging.html' title='Cool Coca-Cola staging :)'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5190046486395080772</id><published>2010-01-29T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:30:41.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pas toujours PRO :)</title><content type='html'>J'attache une opinion visiblement contre les flash-mobs exploites par les marques:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Improv Everywhere first hit the scene with their frozen performance in Grand Central, everyone was like “Aw, cute!” A few years later though, and the term “flash mob” brings to mind images of annoying theater geeks with too much time on their hands and giant, faceless corporations that want to exploit this to sell Axe body-spray or some shit. And if it couldn’t get any worse, now network television is getting into the act, staging an impromptu dance act to “Don’t Stop Believing”, among other songs, in an Italy’s Galleria Alberto Sordi (which looks suspiciously like the original stage for I.E.’s performance) to promote Glee overseas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhbK2bMTRbI&amp;hl=en_US&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/NhbK2bMTRbI&amp;hl=en_US&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/2922613537676809394-5190046486395080772?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5190046486395080772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5190046486395080772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5190046486395080772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5190046486395080772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2010/01/pas-toujours-pro.html' title='Pas toujours PRO :)'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6323897554024375402</id><published>2010-01-18T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T04:28:24.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.improveverywhere.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MBBr-a2KnM&amp;hl=en_US&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/9MBBr-a2KnM&amp;hl=en_US&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;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en_US&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/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en_US&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9La40WwO-lU&amp;hl=en_US&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/9La40WwO-lU&amp;hl=en_US&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;As in years past, there are No Pants Subway Rides happening in cities around the world on January 10, the same day as our annual event in New York. If your town has a subway system or some form of mass transportation (bus? trolley?), then get involved and organize your own ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be the leader for your town’s ride, create a Facebook event and post a link to it in the comments below so we can promote it on this page. Here are all of the cities that currently have rides being organized for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;Berlin&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;Calgary&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;Dallas | Dallas 2&lt;br /&gt;Denver&lt;br /&gt;Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;Gothenburg&lt;br /&gt;Honolulu&lt;br /&gt;Lisbon&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne&lt;br /&gt;Mexico City&lt;br /&gt;Minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh &lt;br /&gt;Portland, OR | Portland, OR 2&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;San Diego&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Stockholm&lt;br /&gt;Sydney&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Toronto&lt;br /&gt;Toulouse&lt;br /&gt;Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;Vienna&lt;br /&gt;Warsaw&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;Zürich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you participate in a regional ride and use twitter, tag your posts with #nopants and @improvevery so everyone can follow along with other cities throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be updating this page with links to any new cities. Leave any corrections or additions in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6323897554024375402?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6323897554024375402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6323897554024375402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6323897554024375402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6323897554024375402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2010/01/wwwimproveverywherecom.html' 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dans les rues -art et evenimentiel?</title><content type='html'>J'ai decide de partager avec tout le monde la recherche que je fait sur cette nouvelle forme de communication des marques qui m'intreresse tellement. Et comme il n'y a pas encore des etudes dans ce domaine, ca peut aider quelques'uns :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problématique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma recherche s’appuie sur les arts de spectacle de la rue: happenings, performances, flash-mobs, danse, musique, cirque, marionettes, plus précisement sur ce genre de manifestations liées directement ou indirectement aux différentes marques. Que ce soit une marque qui offre des services ou des produits (T-mobile, Virgin, Trident chewing-gum, Dark Knight le film, Adidas, Nike) ou bien que ce soit une marque non-profit (des ONG) qui essaie d’agir sur le comportement de consommation ou sur le style de vie des masses (voire Greenpeace et WWF) ou bien que ce soit une marque personnelle (une figure publique – Oprah Winfrey, Karl Lagerfeld etc). C’est juste de la publicité pure ou c’est une forme d’art plus mercantile qui naît dans les rues? C’est qui qui a les droits moraux et les droits d’auteur sur ces oeuvres, l’artiste ou la marque? En fait, c’est qui qui contrôle ces spectacles que l’on croise de plus en plus souvent dans les rues? C’est assez intéressant d’observer les caractéristiques de cette nouvelle forme émergeante de spectacle située à la limite de l’événimentiel et du territoire artistique, à travers une enquête de terrain et des exemples concrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les débuts des formes de spectacles dans la rue telles que l’on connaît aujourd’hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les premières formes de théâtre ou de spectacle de la rue telles que l’on connaît aujourd’hui sont nées dans les années ’60-’70 avec le Living Theater et le théâtre de guerilla pour la lutte ouvrière et contre la guerre du Vietnam. La naissance du théâtre de la rue en France a eu lieu dans les années ’70 à partir des  révéndications politiques. Ces formes se sont developpées dans les années ’80 sous la conduite de Michel Crespin. Graduellement on a assisté à la naissance du Centre National de Création pour les arts de la rue, de la revue Goliath et de Festival d’Aurillac. Aujourd’hui, les formes d’art de la rue sont reconnues et bénéficient de certains droits, tout comme les formes d’art classiques: on a le centre HLM, plus les bourses d’écriture spécifiques aux arts de la rue de la fondation Beaumarchais, affiliée à SACD (Société des Auteurs et Compositeurs Dramatiques ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espace Public, Espace de Rencontres entre le public-cible et les marques ou les artistes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par rapport aux formes classiques de spectacle, les formes d’”interieur”, les réprésentations dans la rue sont soumises à des conditions parfois plus sévères et à des adaptations plus visibles au contexte, à l’environement spécifique. Ce sont des créations basées, parfois, exclusivement sur l’espace et sa forme. On, ainsi, passe du théâtre “bourgeois” au théâtre public, populaire. Le message devient plus accesible aux masses, mais il faut savoir comment attirer ces masses et capter leur attention. Le rôle des acteurs et des metteurs en scène devient plus difficile dans un espace libre où le spectateur a le pouvoir et le choix: il peut rester ou il peut s’en aller tout de suite. Dans la rue, l’acteur doit accrocher l’attention; le spectacle s’immisce dans l’espace public. Un lieu scenique fermé n’aura jamais les mêmes contraintes que la rue avec son passage, ses bruits, ses preoccupations, ses connotations visuelles. Ce que font ce genre de spectacles c’est de reconquerir les espaces publics et leur donner de nouvelles fonctions, c’est de créer des espaces de rencontre. La rue devient le théâtre et la ville est la scène. Le spectacle de la rue transmet un message, que ce soit promotionnel, politique ou culturel.&lt;br /&gt; C’était “faire oeuvre d’urbaniste”, si l’on en croit l’analyse de Sylvia Ostrowetsky et les intentions des artistes tendaient vers le social s’attachant alors  à associer une qualification des espaces publics à un usage plein de ceux-ci, à marquer l’imaginaire du lieu pour en faire un supprt de mémoire collective. Or on remarque que c’est la mémoire des lieux qui marque les spectacles et que la cohésion naît du partage de l’évènement, c’est-à-dire d’un espace et d’un temps communs, entre spectateurs qui sont pas necessaierement des habitants du lieu.&lt;br /&gt;Les spectacles de la rue ne sont pas dans la critique active des formes ésthetiques et du rapport qu’elles entretiennent avec le champ social. De nombreuses démarches, comme celles de KompleXKapharnauM, du groupe Ici-Meme, de Matthieu Bouchain (Cie T. Public), de Kumulus sur les panneaux publicitaires, ne visent plus le spectacle de rue, mais cherchent à s’inscrire de façon plus diffuse dans l’espace public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectacles dans la rue pour les marques – forme d’art et événimentiel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Les arts et les marques ou bien les arts dédiées aux marques, au service d’une marque, c’est un courant de plus en plus visible. Il y a plein d’artistes qui prêtent leur nom à une marque: des peintres, des musiciens, des scénaristes. Il y a des artistes qui créent ayant pour source d’inspiration l’image d’une marque. Si l’on parle exclusivement du théâtre, l’exemple le plus rélévant est celui de Rodrigo Garcia, un auteur et metteur en scéne qui a écrit: L’Histoire de Ronald, le clown de chez McDonald’s – suivi de J’ai Achété une Pelle chez Ikea pour creuser ma Tombe.&lt;br /&gt;Dans ces nouvelles formes de spectacle dans la rue pour des marques on trouve une conjugaison de différentes pratiques artistiques: théâtre, cirque, arts plastiques, danse, musique etc. On les mêle souvent pour obtenir un effet plus grandios.&lt;br /&gt;En fait, le théâtre de la rue en soi s’appuie depuis longtemps sur les téchniques de cirque pour construire son langage. Plusieurs nouvelles compagnies théâtrales de tendance très variée empruntent des procédés qui sont propres au cirque moderne. Au final, en tenant compte des choix et désirs de chacun, on assiterait à un spectacle plein d’humour, mêlant techniques de cirque, danse, théâtre, avec une histoire, sans fauves, tissé de références contemporaines, pimenté de scènes choc, sans clowns classiques, avec beaucoup de dérision et au rythme d’une musique rock, sur une piste pas forcément ronde.&lt;br /&gt;En ce qui concerne les manifestations artistiques pour les marques dans la rue, on y retrouve plein de cas où le temps fait le lieu. Les marques exploitent des moments de fête ou s’attachent à d’autres grandes manifestations, voire les Jeux Olympiques. On y trouve des “moments” Nike ou Adidas très bien mises en scène.&lt;br /&gt;Ce genre de spectacle garde ce qu’on appelait autrefois “la claque”. Les marques, tout comme les parties politiques payent des gens pour participer à leurs réprésentations, applaudir et acclamer. Ces gens payés ont le rôle de passer pour de simples spectateurs qui sont séduits par le spectacle pour susciter l’intêret des autres passants.&lt;br /&gt;La mission est artistique, sociale, mais au même temps commerciale. On joue pour l’image d’un tel service, produit ou personne.&lt;br /&gt;Les manifestations des marques dans la rue dependent soit de l’état, de la mairie, soit d’une compagnie média qui leur vend l’espace. Elles ont besoin d’une authorisation pour jouer, surtout parce que leur but est purement commerciel, orienté vers la vente. &lt;br /&gt;Celles qui acceptent plutôt participer à ce genre de performances ce sont les jeunes compagnies, pas seulement pour l’argent, mais aussi pour la gloire, pour la reconaissance. Il y a peu de cas où les marques réussisent à convaincre une grande compagnie de théâtre avec des acteurs très connus d’associer leur nom à ce genre de réprésentation dans la rue.  En fait, c’est même pas rentable pour les marques payer plus un acteur connu dans le milieu théâtral, parce que, de toute façon, les gens de la rue, ils vont pas le raconnaître.&lt;br /&gt;On a dans ce cas spécifique des artistes qui créent sur commande. La plupart des fois ils vendent leurs droits d’auteur et le responsable de la marque, voire le directeur de marketing a même le droit de modifier l’oeuvre. Tout ça depend du contrat qu’ils ont signé avant.&lt;br /&gt;La scène est soit delimitée physiquement, soit elle s’impose au public par la distance entre eux et les acteurs, les “performeurs”&lt;br /&gt;La communication et la diffusion se font à travers les médias classiques, les chaînes publicitaires traditionnels (voire annonces radio, affiches, internet, marketing viral etc) et à travers le buzz “de bouche à l’oreille”. Sinon, aujourd’hui on a les réseaux sociales qui fonctionnent très bien et vite.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a trois formes de spectacle qui sont le plus souvent exploitées par les marques dans la rue: la performance (événement pendant lequel les “performeurs” agissent différement de l’audience. Parfois les performances se transforment en ce qu’on appelle “le théâtre participatoire” où la difference entre le public et les “performeurs” devient moins visible car l’audience fait partie du spectacle), le flash-mob (grand nombre de gens qui se reunissent dans un espace public pour participer à une action hors de l’ordinaire. Les flash-mobs sont organisés via les télécommunications, les social médias ou le marketing viral. Les flash-mobs sont crées le plus souvent par des agences de rélations publiques.) et le happening que l’on peut pas très bien départager de la performance, ayant presque les mêmes caractéristiques. Le happening est défini comme un événement en plein déroulement, c’est un mouvement artistique caracterisé par l’improvisation en contact direct avec le public. C’est l’intérference de plusieurs arts (photographie, théâtre, musique, danse, arts plastiques). Le but c’est d’annuler la distance entre la réalité et la création artistique. Le terme a ses origines dans les experiments faits par Allan Kaprow à Douglas College (1958 et 1959) et dans l’action du groupe d’avant-garde autour de Kaprow (Claes Oldenburg, Jim Dine, Red Grooms, Robert Whithman, Al. Hansen) qui en 1959, présente chez Reuben Gallery de New York "18 happenings in 6 parts”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu’est-ce qu’elle cherche la marque à travers ces formes de spectacle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il est aujourd'hui admis par tous que les marques doivent communiquer. En effet, si certains consommateurs peuvent leur reprocher d'augmenter leurs prix de vente pour financer les budgets de communication, il convient aussi de noter que cet investissement, qui contribue à développer le volume des ventes, conduit donc à baisser le prix de revient et, donc, le prix de vente de ces produits. En France, les investissements en communication des marques ont été multipliés par vingt environ en une trentaine d'années, alors que le pouvoir d'achat du marché n'a même pas doublé durant cette période. Les entreprises consacrent parfois jusqu'à 20% et plus de leur chiffre d'affaires à la communication, la proportion variant suivant la catégorie de produit ou de service concerné : on approche couramment les 20% pour certaines marques de vêtements ou catégories de produits alimentaires ; dans le secteur de la parfumerie et des cosmétiques, les budgets peuvent atteindre 50% du chiffre d'affaires.I l convient, aujourd'hui, d'identifier, d'analyser et d'évaluer les champs, les modalités et les stratégies de la communication de la marque, ses modes de communication, ses stratégies de communication.&lt;br /&gt;Et la communication ça change aussi graduellement. On peut plus utiliser les mêmes stratégies que l’on utilisait il y a 10 ans. La télévison perd son pouvoir de manipuler et le public-cible ne croit plus aux réclames traditionnelles. L’exemple le plus récent en ce sens est celui de la Télévision Nationale Espagnole (TVE) qui a commencé dès le début de l’année une campagne anti-pub pour gagner plus d’audience. Le moment où la télévision a renoncé à diffuser de la publicité, son audience a haussé de 2.9% par rapport au mois précédent, TVE dévenant la seule chaîne de télévision espagnole à enregistrer des valeurs positives au début de l’année   Donc, les marques doivent trouver d’autres manières de communiquer leur message, elles se trouvent presqu’obligées à aller dans les rues pour rattraper leur cible à l’aide d’un message plus subtile et moins commercial. Pour dissimuler leur approche commercial qui vise les ventes, les marques se sont orientées vers le théâtre, vers le spectacle, en jouant des rôles très bien mises en scène. Les marques donnent le divertissement aux passants, un divertissement dont le but n’est révélé qu’à la fin, étant donné que ce genre de spectacle est souvent accompagné par une action de “street marketing/marketing de la rue”. &lt;br /&gt;Les marques cherchent leur client potentiel dans son environement. On peut changer de programme à la tele pendant la pause publicitaire, mais on passe toujours par la rue, c’est obligé, que ce soit pour aller au boulot ou pour rentrer ou pour visiter des amis.&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi la rue pour les marques? Parce que là, on peut trouver les cibles les plus diversifiés, mais surtout les jeunes, ces leaders d’opinion en ce qui concerne les tendances. Il y a une culture puissante de la rue qui fait naître les micro-cultures de la société. Et cette phénomène social intéresse vraiment les marques qui cherchent à toucher ces micro-cultures et ces leaders d’opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Le divertissement dans la rue c’est de l’émotion pure, l’art c’est de l’émotion et c’est pourquoi les marques veulent s’y associer. Il y a quelques années, la communication des marques était associée à une forme qui faisait que transmettre un message sur lequel le public n’avait aucun pouvoir. La société évoluant, les marques ont fait appel aux spectacles dans la rue, pour avoir une réponse plus tangible du consommateur qui devenait de plus en plus puissant et autoritaire. L’intéractivité entre l’action de la marque et son public devient de plus en plus importante. Ainsi sont-ils naît les flash-mobs et les performances des marques dans la rue. C’est le client qui a le pouvoir maintenant et donc, c’est la marque qui doit le surprendre, le divertir.&lt;br /&gt;Le but précis de la marque qui s’associe à une action spectaculaire dans la rue, ça differe de cas à cas. Pour mieux comprendre, on peut prendre quelques exemples précis.&lt;br /&gt;Greenpeace vise à travers ses actions changer un comportement. Ils ont commencé par un théâtre de guerilla à l’aide des volontaires pour finir à employer aujourd’hui de différentes agences de pub qui s’occupent de leurs événements. Une de leurs dernières actions théâtrales a eu lieu sur Bucarest pendant l’été 2009. Des acteurs portant des masques jouaient des courtes sketches dans la rue pour sensibiliser les passants en ce qui concerne l’énérgie renouvable. Tous ceux qui s’arrêtaient recevaient aussi des brochures, des calendriers etc – des matériels promotionnels.&lt;br /&gt;Les flash-mobs de T-mobile sur Londres ont eu pour but d’associer les émotions et le partage à l’image de la marque de téléphonie mobile à travers la danse et le chant.&lt;br /&gt;La réprésentation Tic-Tac avec le jeune danseur de step (Micha) dans la rue a été le prélude d’une action de street marketing.&lt;br /&gt;Le groupe Oasis, ils ont lancé leur album d’une manière originale. Ils ont payé les artistes de la rue pour jouer leurs nouvelles pièces dans les rues de New York, avant que leur album soit lancé. C’était pour créer de “buzz” et de la popularité. L’événement a été conçu par une des plus grandes agences de pub du monde (BBH).&lt;br /&gt;Les danseuses de cabaret qui ont joué leur numéro dans la rue pour lancer la nouvelle Trident chewing-gum sans emballage avaient pour mission de transmettre le message que c’est plus sexy d’avoir un chewing gum qu’il faut pas “deshabiller”. A la fin du spectacle, l’audience a fait conaissance avec le produit qui venait d’être lancé (action sampling, street marketing).&lt;br /&gt;La conclusion c’est que les marques cherchent à faire mieux connaitre leur image pour, finalement, augmenter leurs ventes. Même si l’effet n’est pas imédiat, de telles actions construisent une image puissante qui les aidera plus tard. En plus, l’association avec l’art, le spectacle, ça donne plus de credibilité, de convivialité, de rapprochement. Deuxièmement, les marques peuvent très bien dissocier leur public-cible par ce genre de spectacles. Le plus intéressant c’est d’observer comment les marques impriment leur idée de communication au spectacle de la rue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7765481740040525650?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7765481740040525650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7765481740040525650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7765481740040525650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7765481740040525650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2010/01/spectacles-dans-les-rues-art-et.html' title='Spectacles dans les rues -art et evenimentiel?'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-1904115376380093557</id><published>2009-11-27T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:12:27.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marques, vitrines et marionettes :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBpr3E39cI/AAAAAAAAAVo/vj8gHfPV20I/s1600/DSC02756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBnEF57RQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Tdt6tYVpLQE/s400/DSC02735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408936472474240258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBnD0OOQHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rkLz37d7Mqk/s1600/DSC02731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBnD0OOQHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rkLz37d7Mqk/s400/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408936467727532146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBnDcWXRmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AUXjQsFMbFI/s1600/DSC02728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBnDcWXRmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/AUXjQsFMbFI/s400/DSC02728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408936461319226978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBlYcK03mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XBLP4f22yqY/s1600/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBlYcK03mI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XBLP4f22yqY/s400/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408934623024832098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBlYK2FwbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2VSWdfpjcCg/s1600/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBlYK2FwbI/AAAAAAAAAUY/2VSWdfpjcCg/s400/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408934618374455730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-1904115376380093557?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/1904115376380093557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=1904115376380093557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1904115376380093557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1904115376380093557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/11/marques-vitrines-et-marionettes.html' title='Marques, vitrines et marionettes :)'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SxBpr3E39cI/AAAAAAAAAVo/vj8gHfPV20I/s72-c/DSC02756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3411526514270462151</id><published>2009-11-27T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:50:53.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you recognize Romanians in Paris?</title><content type='html'>It's easy. They have the most horrifying, horri-fucking-ible haircuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3411526514270462151?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3411526514270462151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3411526514270462151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3411526514270462151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3411526514270462151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-do-you-recognize-romanians-in-paris.html' title='How do you recognize Romanians in Paris?'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2620650549781874225</id><published>2009-11-27T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:47:24.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My song for making love...</title><content type='html'>Well... every girl has that special song she would like one day to make love on... I discovered it when I was in high-school. Oh no, no folks it's not a rap song as you might expect, on the contrary it's a suave, pure, very but very slow soundtrack I first listened while watching Great Expectations, the movie. Unfortunately, the marvelous video clip is no longer available due to copyright regulations... so just ignore the images...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4e69PQX6JAI&amp;hl=en_US&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/4e69PQX6JAI&amp;hl=en_US&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/2922613537676809394-2620650549781874225?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2620650549781874225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2620650549781874225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2620650549781874225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2620650549781874225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-song-for-making-love.html' title='My song for making love...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3173797474454157218</id><published>2009-11-22T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:44:54.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocalar@Social Club</title><content type='html'>Baiatul din Cada si Social Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dfy2UoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dLyOC-l5Lz0/s1600/parissocialclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dfy2UoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dLyOC-l5Lz0/s400/parissocialclub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406985275781304962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dFDyqSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gSpjw2MKKwo/s1600/clique-7169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dFDyqSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gSpjw2MKKwo/s400/clique-7169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406985268604610850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dFEhU9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/vhTM9uGp6gY/s1600/6a00e5500b3c6188330111688a1a8e970c-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dFEhU9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/vhTM9uGp6gY/s400/6a00e5500b3c6188330111688a1a8e970c-500wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406985268607669202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mda... deci am castigat invitatii la Social Club, am luat-o pe Poste de o aripa si ne-am dus. Normal ca am castigat... trebuia doar sa scriu o poveste simpatica sa-i conving ca merit invitatia si talentele de copy nu m-au parasit nici chiar in franceza. Deci ne-am spalat, ne-am spilcuit si am pornit catinel catre The Place... locul acela cool din Paris... asta dupa ce am savurat La Clique un spectacol complet si extraordinar care s-a incheiat fulminant cu un baiat prezentabil, pe jumatate gol, intr-o cada. In fine... o clatita cu jambon mai tarziu am aterizat in Social. Am intrat pe la vip-uri caci eram pe "lista". Atmosfera okei, oameni cool, mai brit-pop asa... minunat, ceva fin. Nu trec mai mult de 10 minute si langa noi se pune un grup de 3 persoane... niste fetze tipice... cocalari de Romania. Refuz sa cred una ca asta pana cand domnul cu pantofi cu ciucurei incepe sa danseze din buric, miscand lasciv salele: "Hai frumoasele lu tata!" Omul se eclata de-a dreptul pe ritmuri manelistice ce rasunau doar in mintea lui. Pe scaun ramasese o romanca obosita cu botine albe de lac. La un moment dat, omul nostru se plictiseste... ritmurile, vibe-ul nu se potriveau deloc cu miscarile sale: "Ce club nashpa! Si am mai dat si o carutza de bani la intrare!" Mda, o remarca pe masura. Intrebarea mea ramane aceeasi: cum ajunsese "Viorel/Marcel/Costel" acolo? deci cum?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3173797474454157218?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3173797474454157218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3173797474454157218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3173797474454157218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3173797474454157218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/11/cocalarsocial-club.html' title='Cocalar@Social Club'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Swl4dfy2UoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/dLyOC-l5Lz0/s72-c/parissocialclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6326718841039263081</id><published>2009-11-07T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:29:14.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concert of pure emotions...</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went out on the Champs-Elysees to see the latest Radu Mihaileanu's movie: The Concert. I laughed, I cried, I wondered, I was angry and full of empathy, all at the same time. It's a twist of pure emotions I've experienced all along the movie. And although the plot is relatively simple and the story is predictable, the dialogues are savory and the characters so authentic that I miss my country, I feel it run into my veins and strongly beating in my heart. It's a movie of characters, of types and archetypes, of the eternal human nature that unleashes itself when it has the chance and proves once more that each and every individual can be a great human being in the right context. And what really made me cry is that this magic movie raised in me a feeling I have long forgotten, a feeling of childhood and of those times when I was sure that everything I saw on TV, I could do too, even better. I was a gimnast, a rock star, a super hero, all during the same day. Today, I was a musician, but most of all, I was a director, a great one! Congrats to Radu Mihaileanu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7FcUp39bA4&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/C7FcUp39bA4&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/2922613537676809394-6326718841039263081?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6326718841039263081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6326718841039263081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6326718841039263081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6326718841039263081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/11/concert-of-pure-emotions.html' title='The Concert of pure emotions...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7581900363702873066</id><published>2009-11-06T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:45:56.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faut voir....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SvSK6pMSaLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6m8nehOolWY/s1600-h/graffiti-taxonomy-438.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SvSK6pMSaLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6m8nehOolWY/s400/graffiti-taxonomy-438.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401094593218504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graffiti Taxonomy a la fondation Cartier, Blvd Raspail :)&lt;br /&gt;Super expozitie de arta moderna, graffiti in State din anii'60 pana azi. Expozitie interactiva. Tu peux tagguer, toi-meme! &lt;br /&gt;Super 3D!&lt;br /&gt;Pour conclure: c'est cool, koi!:)&lt;br /&gt;http://fondation.cartier.com/&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;graffiti taxonomy: graffiti Taxonomy presents isolated letters from various graffiti tags, reproduced in similar scales and at close proximity. The intent of these studies is to show the diversity of styles as expressed in a single character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7581900363702873066?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7581900363702873066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7581900363702873066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7581900363702873066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7581900363702873066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/11/faut-voir.html' title='Faut voir....'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SvSK6pMSaLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6m8nehOolWY/s72-c/graffiti-taxonomy-438.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8536475716754136031</id><published>2009-10-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:59:50.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce sa pleci din Romania?</title><content type='html'>Aceasta nu este o pledoarie pentru a parasi Romania, acesta este doar un manifest subiectiv de "imbogatire sufleteasca" tocmai pentru ca nu sustin neaparat plecarea totala din Romania, ci macar o detasare "partiala" a spiritelor care se considera libere si creative.&lt;br /&gt;10 motive existentiale pentru care ar trebui sa pleci macar o data din Romania:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pentru ca asa deschizi ochii intr-o alta lume, dai peste alte mentalitati, alte obiceiuri. Asta iti va largi considerabil orizonturile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pentru ca treci din nou printr-un proces birocratic intens pentru a "exista" ca si cetatean intr-o alta tara. Asta te va face mai rabdator.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pentru ca trebuie, farama cu farama, sa-ti reconstruiesti viata sociala, sa-ti faci prieteni, cunostinte, sa iesi. Asta te va face mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pentru ca trebuie sa inveti statiile de metrou si liniile care te duc unde ai nevoie. Asta te va face mai orientat.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pentru ca vei avea acces la diverse manifestari culturale, stradale si publicitare la care ai acces, eventual, doar pe bestads sau adsoftheworld. Asta te face mai experimentat.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pentru ca iti vin mai multe idei. Asta te face mai inovator.&lt;br /&gt;7.Pentru ca platesti la toaletele publice. Asta te face mai responsabil.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pentru ca mancarea are alt gust. Asta te face... mai gras sau mai slab.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pentru ca vremea e altfel. Asta te caleste.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pentru ca esti singur. Asta te face mai puternic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8536475716754136031?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8536475716754136031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8536475716754136031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8536475716754136031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8536475716754136031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-ce-sa-pleci-din-romania.html' title='De ce sa pleci din Romania?'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3267444696560246864</id><published>2009-10-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:12:44.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful zdreang...</title><content type='html'>Ei bine da... am folosit expresia "powerful zdreang" cand am tradus un script in engleza, apoi expresia a devenit folclor urban si ori de cate ori era pronuntata, oamenii se uitau cu subinteles la mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3267444696560246864?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3267444696560246864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3267444696560246864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3267444696560246864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3267444696560246864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/powerful-zdreang.html' title='Powerful zdreang...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-628441541447294305</id><published>2009-10-16T12:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:11:02.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaiiii...</title><content type='html'>Mai tineti minte cand vorbeam 3 secunde gratis pe Connex?! Super oferta, frate.. aia da oferta! Mama, cate de tare era... ma sunau unu, altul: "ba... vii la Mc", trosc se inchidea, apoi iar suna "ala din Romana", zbang iar se inchidea, si iar suna: "vine si Alice", si iar: "da, aia cu tzatze mari!" Ce vremuri, ce promotii!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-628441541447294305?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/628441541447294305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=628441541447294305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/628441541447294305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/628441541447294305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/baaaiiii_16.html' title='Baaaiiii...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7275806717075528405</id><published>2009-10-16T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:46:46.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aia de cad in admiratie / Les gens qui tombent dans une admiration profonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sti51mzxCPI/AAAAAAAAATw/CVn7knd8AeE/s1600-h/aha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sti51mzxCPI/AAAAAAAAATw/CVn7knd8AeE/s400/aha1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393264884378044658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... deci postul asta trebuie sa fie si in romana pentru ca vreau sa inteleaga si fratii mei fenomenul pe care l-am observat p'aci. Bai, nene... deci oamenii astia isi manifesta intens verbal onomatopeic sau prin interjectii din cele mai diverse aprecierea fatza de o chestie, fie ca e spectacol, fie ca profu zice ceva misto, fie ca se regasesc subit pe langa vreo piatra antica ale carei forme rubensiene ii acorda statutul de opera de arta. Ma rog... deci prima oara s-a intamplat in cadrul spectacolului de dans brazilian la care am fost... chiar la Casino de Paris. Ei bine, fix in spatele meu statea un domn putin mai inchis la culoare, de fapt ce-i cu eleganta asta, foooarte inchis la culoare, probabil ca d'aia l-am vazut abia la sfarsit, care nu mai contenea sa spuna: "Trop fort... a... c'est trop fort... o, c'est trop fort." (= "foarte tare", ce tare, frate"). Omului, clar, ii placea ce vedea si o spunea raspicat cam din 3 in 3 minute - ceea ce inseamna ca daca spectacolul a durat 80 de minute, 80:3=aprox. de 30 de ori, pentru ca uneori baga cate 2-3 o data. Ceva asemanator s-a intamplat si ieri in cadrul atelierului de Comedie cand profu' ne spunea diverse chestii, iar o fata din spatele meu il aproba neincetat: "aha", "oui", "c'est ca". E clar ca oamenii sunt pe pozitiv si tin mortis sa-si exprime parerile cat mai fatis. Nu e rau, nu e rau deloc... dar eu cu ce am gresit?! Cand vreau sa savurez ceva interesant sa mai aud cate un "aham"... da, ma bucur ca sunteti de acord, dar va rog sa "ahamaitzi" in gand, daca se poate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon, donc cet article je l’écris aussi en roumain pour partager avec mes “frères” ce phénomène que je viens d’observer ici/ Les français aiment bien manifester d’une manière intense verbale, à travers des onomatopées ou des interjections, l’appreciation envers telle ou telle chose, soit spectacle, soit un bon conseil, soit une pierre antique dont les formes rubensiennes lui donnent le statut d’oeuvre d’art. Enfin… la première fois, ça m’est arrivée pendant le spectacle de danse bresilien où je suis allée, au Casino de Paris. Juste derrière moi, il y avait un messieur un peu plus noir, bon un peu plus que plus noir, c’est pkoi je l’ai vu à la fin du spectacle, qui ne cessait pas de dire d’une haute voix: "Trop fort... a... c'est trop fort... o, c'est trop fort." L’homme aimait évidemment ce qu’il voyait et il s’exprimait tous les 3 minutes – ça signifie que si le spectacle a duré 80 minutes, 80:3= environ 30 fois, souvent il le disait 2-3 fois à l’une. Une chose presque pareille j’ai experimentée hier, pendant l’atelier de Comédie quand le prof nous racontait des faits divers et une fille, derrière moi l’approuvait constamment: "aha", "oui", "c'est ça". C’est pas mal, pas mal de tout d’être positif, mais moi, pkoi je dois en supporter?! Lorsque je veux savourer qqch d’intéréssant, j’attends: “aha..mmmm”… je suis très heureuse pour vous, tous ce qui savent montrer leur appreciation, mais j’aimeriais bien que vous “ahhaa… mmmiez” silencieusement, si possible☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7275806717075528405?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7275806717075528405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7275806717075528405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7275806717075528405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7275806717075528405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/aia-de-cad-in-admiratie-les-gens-qui.html' title='Aia de cad in admiratie / Les gens qui tombent dans une admiration profonde'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sti51mzxCPI/AAAAAAAAATw/CVn7knd8AeE/s72-c/aha1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6898393367342916714</id><published>2009-10-14T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:50:02.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicace / Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StYPN_22gBI/AAAAAAAAATo/VqVwDrDKYAE/s1600-h/Chicken+Greeting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StYPN_22gBI/AAAAAAAAATo/VqVwDrDKYAE/s400/Chicken+Greeting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392514336976961554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StYPNhr1UOI/AAAAAAAAATg/_mnr-AF5NrU/s1600-h/FunnyPig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StYPNhr1UOI/AAAAAAAAATg/_mnr-AF5NrU/s400/FunnyPig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392514328877682914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour mes filles Chicken &amp; Pig... deux filles, pardon animaux, de l'Est:))&lt;br /&gt;For my girls Chicken &amp; Pig... two girls, sorry, animals of the Eastern Europe... curious species!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6898393367342916714?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6898393367342916714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6898393367342916714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6898393367342916714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6898393367342916714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicace-dedication.html' title='Dedicace / Dedication'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StYPN_22gBI/AAAAAAAAATo/VqVwDrDKYAE/s72-c/Chicken+Greeting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-1177569916928835218</id><published>2009-10-11T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:10:00.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un projet digital interactif recent / Recent digital interactive project</title><content type='html'>Vu la mode des tests (quiz) sur Facebook, on a pensé à utiliser le concept pour lancer des films. Le “quiz” fonctionne d’une façon “teaser” pour la campagne de communication. Les questions et les variantes sont rigolos pour que les gens s’amusent bien quand ils font le test. &lt;br /&gt;Alors, as-tu le courage de connaître ta vraie nature… Ange ou Demon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the popularity of Facebook quizzes, we’ve decided to use the concept they rely on to launch different movies. Our quiz is a teaser for the communication campaign to come. The questions and the variants are funny so that people who take the quiz have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;So, are you ready to find out your true nature? Angel or Demon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizfilm.ro/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.quizfilm.ro/chestionar.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-1177569916928835218?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/1177569916928835218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=1177569916928835218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1177569916928835218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1177569916928835218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-projet-digital-interactif-recent.html' title='Un projet digital interactif recent / Recent digital interactive project'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3167719914612378151</id><published>2009-10-11T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:55:05.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Et si les miroirs pouvaient nous parler? / What if mirrors were able to talk to us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StI3_d9lP6I/AAAAAAAAATY/HoOYcfT5Cog/s1600-h/threeway+mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StI3_d9lP6I/AAAAAAAAATY/HoOYcfT5Cog/s400/threeway+mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433267430113186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StI3_JwoRVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M4hXxQCc5yI/s1600-h/3vu1448b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StI3_JwoRVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M4hXxQCc5yI/s400/3vu1448b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391433262007076178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui, oui vous m’avez bien entendue… j’aimerais bien que le miroir me parle tout comme celui de Blanche Neige et les 7 Nains. Non, pas pour me dire que je suis la plus belle, mais pour me conseiller comment m’habiller, quels sont les vêtements qui mettent le mieux en évidence mes formes etc. Imaginons que nous sommes dans la cabine d’essayage avec un jupe jeune et que le miroir commence à nous dire, tout d’un coup…”Bon, ma chérie, cette jupe te vient bien, mais tu pourrais aussi essayer le blouson noir et les pantalons slim en bleu. Sinon, comme accessoires je te récommande qqch de très simple, plutôt argenté que tu peux trouver au rez-de-chaussée de ce magasin, juste à droite…” Bon, ça serait vraiment magnifique et j’attends avec impatience que les miracles de la téchnologie transforment mon rêve en réalité ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me well... I wish mirrors could talk to me just like the magic mirror in Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs. Not to tell me that I'm the most beautiful in the world, but to advise me on my way of dressing, on which clothes I should choose so that I look good etc. Let's imagine that we are in the dressing room of a chic clothes shop, trying a yellow skirt, when, the mirror, suddenly starts talking to us: "Well, darling, this skirt suits you quite nice, but you could also try the black blouse and the slim, blue pants. On the other hand, I can also recommend you simple, silver accessories that you can find on the first floor, on the right side." That would be just wonderful and I'm waiting a high-tech miracle that would make my dream come true :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3167719914612378151?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3167719914612378151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3167719914612378151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3167719914612378151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3167719914612378151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/et-si-les-miroirs-pouvaient-nous-parler.html' title='Et si les miroirs pouvaient nous parler? / What if mirrors were able to talk to us?'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/StI3_d9lP6I/AAAAAAAAATY/HoOYcfT5Cog/s72-c/threeway+mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7787625984474778147</id><published>2009-10-11T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:27:50.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Campagne d'image GDF Suez / Image Campaign GDF Suez</title><content type='html'>Pendant les insertions télé “Là où je t’emmènerai”, Gaz Suez présente de beaux endroits à vister à travers des gens qui racontent leurs histoires liées à tel ou tel endroit magique sur Terre… d’une manière très émotionnelle, sentimentale. Une campagne d’image correcte qui peut facilement générer du contenu RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDF Suez created an image campaign consisting in short TV insertions presenting different people who tell their stories about certain beautiful places on Earth they've already visited. A very correct image campaign that could easily generate PR around it and even User Generated Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTfEGyyl4sU&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/CTfEGyyl4sU&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/2922613537676809394-7787625984474778147?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7787625984474778147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7787625984474778147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7787625984474778147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7787625984474778147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/campagne-dimage-gdf-suez-image-campaign.html' title='Campagne d&apos;image GDF Suez / Image Campaign GDF Suez'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8797639409993512737</id><published>2009-10-10T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:05:50.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 wonders of the World are, in fact, 21 / Les 7 miracles du monde sont 21</title><content type='html'>I've just had a debate on this subject. Which are the 7 wonders of the world? Everybody started giving his or her opinion and, eventually, we ended up with around 11 wonders... which is... quite correct.&lt;br /&gt;There are :&lt;br /&gt;On a eu un debat sur le sujet des 7 miracles du monde... et, en fait, voila ce que j'en ai decouvert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Seven wonders of the Ancient World (Les 7 miracles du Monde Ancien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Pyramid of Giza&lt;br /&gt;Hanging Gardens of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Statue of Zeus at Olympia&lt;br /&gt;Temple of Artemis at Ephesus&lt;br /&gt;Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicarnassus&lt;br /&gt;Colossus of Rhodes&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouse of Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The seven wonders of the Medieval World (Les 7 miracles du Moyen Age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;Colosseum&lt;br /&gt;Catacombs of Kom el Shoqafa&lt;br /&gt;Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;Porcelain Tower of Nanjing&lt;br /&gt;Hagia Sophia&lt;br /&gt;Leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Seven Wonders of the New World (Les 7 miracles du Nouveau Monde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Date of construction Location&lt;br /&gt;Great Wall of China &lt;br /&gt;Petra &lt;br /&gt;Christ the Redeemer &lt;br /&gt;Machu Picchu &lt;br /&gt;Chichen Itza c.600 &lt;br /&gt;Roman Colosseum &lt;br /&gt;Taj Mahal &lt;br /&gt;Great Pyramid (Honorary Candidate)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8797639409993512737?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8797639409993512737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8797639409993512737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8797639409993512737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8797639409993512737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-wonders-of-world-are-in-fact-21-les-7.html' title='The 7 wonders of the World are, in fact, 21 / Les 7 miracles du monde sont 21'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8328182221826196527</id><published>2009-10-05T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:47:09.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble gum in the mirror...</title><content type='html'>Deux idées en miroir… je préfére celle de Cola… c’est très simple et très directe, on cherche pas trop à comprendre le message…&lt;br /&gt;Et puis deux idées pour les bubble/chewing-gums… second-hand chewing-gum… bleah, mais trop cool pour montrer que le goût du chewing-gum dure plus ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncURktNsI/AAAAAAAAATI/K773Gz8xWLU/s1600-h/MUST+Long+Last+chewing+gum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncURktNsI/AAAAAAAAATI/K773Gz8xWLU/s400/MUST+Long+Last+chewing+gum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080669998364354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncT1GcoBI/AAAAAAAAATA/eQ5NnTY1IF8/s1600-h/board+BIG+BIG_video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncT1GcoBI/AAAAAAAAATA/eQ5NnTY1IF8/s400/board+BIG+BIG_video.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080662355255314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncTc56UeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m4tTZKh_Lbo/s1600-h/arkaden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncTc56UeI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m4tTZKh_Lbo/s400/arkaden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080655860224482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncTPzhGHI/AAAAAAAAASw/f_lgbLj6krU/s1600-h/coca-cola-light-vending-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncTPzhGHI/AAAAAAAAASw/f_lgbLj6krU/s400/coca-cola-light-vending-machine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389080652343744626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8328182221826196527?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8328182221826196527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8328182221826196527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8328182221826196527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8328182221826196527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/bubble-gum-in-mirror.html' title='Bubble gum in the mirror...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsncURktNsI/AAAAAAAAATI/K773Gz8xWLU/s72-c/MUST+Long+Last+chewing+gum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8652528101998014768</id><published>2009-10-04T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:22:44.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5.10.2009 - Le More Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SskEDb273kI/AAAAAAAAASo/XzZyTsYj3PY/s1600-h/Le-More-Cruel_imagesspectaclesalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SskEDb273kI/AAAAAAAAASo/XzZyTsYj3PY/s400/Le-More-Cruel_imagesspectaclesalle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842886189801026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aujourd’hui je suis allée au théâtre voir Le More Cruel, une véritable représentation de la violence dans le spectacle vivant. Quoi que je sois plutôt le genre burlesque, farce, comédie j’ai apprecié la mise en scène sanglante et interactive au même temps. Une piéce ancienne vu à travers un oeil contemporain, une perspective moderne sur un texte classique. En fait, après avoir bien couru, parce que je suis arrivée en retard biensûr, j’ai appris tout de suite que le public devait suivre les acteurs, alors on pouvait pas s’asseoir. La pièce se jouait dans un hangar assez grand et la scène bougeait au même temps que les personnages. Tu pouvais pas t’ennuyer! Puis, j’ai adoré la musique qui accompagnait les acteurs et leur jeu.  Une très belle dimanche culturelle ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8652528101998014768?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8652528101998014768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8652528101998014768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8652528101998014768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8652528101998014768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/5102009-le-more-cruel.html' title='5.10.2009 - Le More Cruel'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SskEDb273kI/AAAAAAAAASo/XzZyTsYj3PY/s72-c/Le-More-Cruel_imagesspectaclesalle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-9039320237083212728</id><published>2009-10-04T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T03:32:16.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.10.2009 - J'adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Ssj8eNjqxGI/AAAAAAAAASg/xoqqlxePYK4/s1600-h/102688778_ae7c472ecd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Ssj8eNjqxGI/AAAAAAAAASg/xoqqlxePYK4/s400/102688778_ae7c472ecd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388834550114337890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’adore tous les petits trucs qui brillent.&lt;br /&gt;J’adore le Latte Macchiato au Caramel… surtout à la fin lorsque j’arrive au caramel sucré-sallé au fond. En fait, c’est pourquoi j’achète ce café.&lt;br /&gt;J’adore sentir les odeurs lourds de différentes villes du monde.&lt;br /&gt;J’adore sortir avec mes amis et les amuser avec mes blagues parfois scabreuses qu’ils conaissent déjà trop bien.&lt;br /&gt;J’adore me promener toute seule dans les rues où personne ne sait qui je suis, où les gens passent tout près de moi sans me faire attention, où je me sens toute petite, où je me rends compte que le monde est plus grand que mes drames quotidiens…&lt;br /&gt;J’adore les cigarettes à la menthe et le chocolat noir.&lt;br /&gt;J’adore mon fiancée avec son regard vert qui me manque autant.&lt;br /&gt;J’adore savourer mes miséres et mes peurs dans mon lit en regardant dehors lorsqu’il pleut…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-9039320237083212728?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/9039320237083212728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=9039320237083212728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/9039320237083212728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/9039320237083212728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/4102009-jadore.html' title='4.10.2009 - J&apos;adore'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Ssj8eNjqxGI/AAAAAAAAASg/xoqqlxePYK4/s72-c/102688778_ae7c472ecd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2403792395520799446</id><published>2009-10-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:33:25.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3.10.2009 - Pensée</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Ssj4WeUcwKI/AAAAAAAAASY/UZlCk__hWiI/s1600-h/P1010957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Ssj4WeUcwKI/AAAAAAAAASY/UZlCk__hWiI/s400/P1010957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388830019128443042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avez-vous déjà pensé combien de personnes que vous connaissez pas se retrouvent dans vos albums de voyage ou de famille? Des gens qui passaient par là quand vous preniez les photos. FLASH et voilà un étranger tout prêt de vos petits ou bien de votre femme ☺. C’est bizarre… on dirait qu’on garde un peu de l’âme d’une personne que l’on a jamais connu, que l’on a croisé mais dont on se rappelle même pas. Mais il/elle est là, dans nos albums pleins de memoires intimes, dans notre vie… dans nos instantanés…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2403792395520799446?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2403792395520799446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2403792395520799446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2403792395520799446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2403792395520799446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/3102009-pensee.html' title='3.10.2009 - Pensée'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Ssj4WeUcwKI/AAAAAAAAASY/UZlCk__hWiI/s72-c/P1010957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-1730216413948619602</id><published>2009-10-01T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T07:10:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.10.2009 - Inspiration tout d'un coup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsS4KhYnxzI/AAAAAAAAASI/koCkuP-B0rk/s1600-h/24412_Visine_StencilBOARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsS4KhYnxzI/AAAAAAAAASI/koCkuP-B0rk/s400/24412_Visine_StencilBOARD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387633545141798706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les australiens d’une boîte de pub ont bien profité d’un phénomène naturel qui s’est abbatu sur Sydney: la tempête de poussiere. Poussiere et yeux? Hmmmmm… on peut faire une liaison entre les deux… la poussiere entre dans les yeux et les yeux deviennent rouges… alors, c’est Visine qui  sauve la journée!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-1730216413948619602?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/1730216413948619602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=1730216413948619602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1730216413948619602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1730216413948619602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/10/2102009-inspiration-tout-dun-coup.html' title='2.10.2009 - Inspiration tout d&apos;un coup...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsS4KhYnxzI/AAAAAAAAASI/koCkuP-B0rk/s72-c/24412_Visine_StencilBOARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3104342924780593205</id><published>2009-09-29T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:55:59.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1.10.2009 - Les Moches sont de retour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsJmQ3qZU5I/AAAAAAAAASA/QsN-tzkhAqs/s1600-h/les-beaux-gosses-10-06-2009-13-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsJmQ3qZU5I/AAAAAAAAASA/QsN-tzkhAqs/s400/les-beaux-gosses-10-06-2009-13-g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386980544294245266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il faut pas être beau pour avoir du succès soit à la télé soit sur la scène. On cherche maintenant, de noveau, des figures atipiques que l’on puisse considèrer plus ou moins difformes à une première vue. L’esthétique du laid, bon ça existe depuis longtemps! Les poètes la chantaient dès années ’60.  Sarah Bernhardt disait dans son “Art du Théâtre” qu’il faut pas être beau, ni même joli, il faut tout simplement avoir du charme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3104342924780593205?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3104342924780593205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3104342924780593205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3104342924780593205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3104342924780593205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/1102009-les-moches-sont-de-retour.html' title='1.10.2009 - Les Moches sont de retour'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsJmQ3qZU5I/AAAAAAAAASA/QsN-tzkhAqs/s72-c/les-beaux-gosses-10-06-2009-13-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5236203812058486708</id><published>2009-09-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:15:30.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29.98.2009 - ANOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsFDiHUTsJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KhefKcayHCU/s1600-h/a_nou_paris_rentre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsFDiHUTsJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KhefKcayHCU/s400/a_nou_paris_rentre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386660882670661778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon… je suis tombée sur l’ANOUS, ce qui paraît un sort de guide des tendances et des événéments sur Paris… Tout d’abord, le nom… pas trop inspiré à mon avis… bon, ils disent que ça vient de: À + NOUS, mais ça m’empêche pas penser à ANUS… C’est moi, peut-être, mais vous devriez l’admettre, je suis pas la seule j’en suis sûre! Et puis, c’est la qualité du papier… sacrément mauvaise… un guide qui devrait suivre les tendances chic et les endroits hiper branchés sur un papier comme ça… c’est pas la classe de tout!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5236203812058486708?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5236203812058486708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5236203812058486708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5236203812058486708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5236203812058486708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/29982009-anous.html' title='29.98.2009 - ANOUS'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsFDiHUTsJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KhefKcayHCU/s72-c/a_nou_paris_rentre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6439185721052905528</id><published>2009-09-28T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:46:12.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29.09.2009 - La Belle et les Bottes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsE8A-kKw5I/AAAAAAAAARw/95oclYWo53M/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsE8A-kKw5I/AAAAAAAAARw/95oclYWo53M/s400/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386652616804189074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, c'est elle... la Belle... avec ses bottes noires super masculines... super lourdes, avec son visage d'enfant, blonde pur, avec son sourire rebel et son regard qui dissimule superficiellement l'indiffèrence, avec sa robe blanche exagerée en voile super cool et hiper chic, avec son allure brit...&lt;br /&gt;Vous pouvez la trouver à Paris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6439185721052905528?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6439185721052905528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6439185721052905528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6439185721052905528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6439185721052905528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/29092009-la-belle-et-les-bottes.html' title='29.09.2009 - La Belle et les Bottes'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsE8A-kKw5I/AAAAAAAAARw/95oclYWo53M/s72-c/DSC02615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3052500523601000426</id><published>2009-09-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:35:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28.09.2009 - Les croques de nez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsE6Flg-rEI/AAAAAAAAARo/VtcoOxunUps/s1600-h/foreign_bodies_nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsE6Flg-rEI/AAAAAAAAARo/VtcoOxunUps/s400/foreign_bodies_nose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386650496956017730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ici, les enfants adorent manger leurs croques de nez plus qu’ailleurs. C’est trop marrant que dans ce pays où la gastronomie est un véritable art, oú l’on peut trouver tout et même les plus simples plats sont de vraies délices… les petits préférent leurs délicatesses du nez… à point ☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3052500523601000426?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3052500523601000426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3052500523601000426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3052500523601000426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3052500523601000426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/28092009-les-croques-de-nez.html' title='28.09.2009 - Les croques de nez'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsE6Flg-rEI/AAAAAAAAARo/VtcoOxunUps/s72-c/foreign_bodies_nose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-9175440783322884737</id><published>2009-09-28T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:22:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27.09.2009 - Bale de Rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsC4aC0T1AI/AAAAAAAAARg/TfVsjdEXnLg/s1600-h/M4972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsC4aC0T1AI/AAAAAAAAARg/TfVsjdEXnLg/s400/M4972.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507911907496962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsC4ZyIHxZI/AAAAAAAAARY/lspCcW8UMvo/s1600-h/1-21570-G17833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsC4ZyIHxZI/AAAAAAAAARY/lspCcW8UMvo/s400/1-21570-G17833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386507907427190162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectacle flamboyant au Casino de Paris. Des couleurs vives, des hommes bien faits, de la musique brésilienne et une scénographie particulière qui surprend constamment. Tu peux pas t’ennuyer, tu restes dans ta chaise fasciné ou bien tu as vraiment l’envie de te lever et de danser comme un fou… mais bon…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-9175440783322884737?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/9175440783322884737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=9175440783322884737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/9175440783322884737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/9175440783322884737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/27092009-bale-de-rua.html' title='27.09.2009 - Bale de Rua'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsC4aC0T1AI/AAAAAAAAARg/TfVsjdEXnLg/s72-c/M4972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-1182479964711581157</id><published>2009-09-28T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:06:36.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.08.2009 - Virgin Mobile Pub</title><content type='html'>Ça m’a beaucoup amusé quoique ce soit vachement stupide, mais le clip m’a fait rire. C’est un “insight” que j’avais aperçu depuis longtemps: la femme trop affectée et le petit chien de compagnie aussi affecté que sa maîtresse… cette fois-ci avec une personalité un peu “flamboyante et rébélle” ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SoHIb_heKM&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/_SoHIb_heKM&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/2922613537676809394-1182479964711581157?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/1182479964711581157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=1182479964711581157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1182479964711581157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1182479964711581157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/26082009-virgin-mobile-pub.html' title='26.08.2009 - Virgin Mobile Pub'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6243203465939743155</id><published>2009-09-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:29:52.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25.09.2009 - Sur les quais de la Seine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsCsCESKmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RU32PA3H1yA/s1600-h/Paris1433Les+Quais+de+Seine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsCsCESKmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RU32PA3H1yA/s400/Paris1433Les+Quais+de+Seine.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386494305844763314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsCsBzfjG9I/AAAAAAAAARI/oRY1yaN_UJs/s1600-h/12-mai-06-seine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsCsBzfjG9I/AAAAAAAAARI/oRY1yaN_UJs/s400/12-mai-06-seine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386494301337492434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il y a beaucoup de jeunes qui dînent ou boivent un coup sur les bords de la Seine, le soir. C’est très sympa! Il y a même des couples qui s’organisent des dîners romantiques avec des bougies, du vin et tout. Parfois on les voit saluer à la main les “bourgeois” qui font la peniche.&lt;br /&gt;Il y a aussi des gens qui dansent sur la musique classique ou des jeunes qui font de breakdance (ou tectoniques fluo) etc.&lt;br /&gt;Les gens se sentent vraiment à l’aise et libres sur les quais de la vieille Seine qui les regarde en étincellant ses vagues assez sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6243203465939743155?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6243203465939743155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6243203465939743155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6243203465939743155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6243203465939743155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/25092009-sur-les-quais-de-la-seine.html' title='25.09.2009 - Sur les quais de la Seine'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SsCsCESKmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/RU32PA3H1yA/s72-c/Paris1433Les+Quais+de+Seine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8868552755875828974</id><published>2009-09-27T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:17:22.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24.09.2009 - Question pour un Champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_yc8oei5I/AAAAAAAAARA/ILZYb8H8zO4/s1600-h/104777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_yc8oei5I/AAAAAAAAARA/ILZYb8H8zO4/s400/104777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386290258484562834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agueusie = une maladie qui se manifèste par la perte du goût. Ca doit être terrible… ne pas être à même jamais de savourer une Tarte Tatin avec une touche de crème fraîche ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8868552755875828974?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8868552755875828974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8868552755875828974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8868552755875828974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8868552755875828974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/24092009-question-pour-un-champion.html' title='24.09.2009 - Question pour un Champion'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_yc8oei5I/AAAAAAAAARA/ILZYb8H8zO4/s72-c/104777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3621976190169386826</id><published>2009-09-27T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:47:13.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23.09.2009 - les Diabolos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_q-Z5BnsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aeMCb7lVro4/s1600-h/3913477274_d3971abb32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_q-Z5BnsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aeMCb7lVro4/s400/3913477274_d3971abb32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386282037181259458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_q9Pk09RI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EDgLcCRjFCY/s1600-h/1924269898_5a4a3832d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_q9Pk09RI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EDgLcCRjFCY/s400/1924269898_5a4a3832d0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386282017232319762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Diabolos c’est la dénomination chic des sirops à l’eau à Paris. Au lieu de dire sec “un sirop à la menthe svp”, tu allonge tes lèvres et laisse les mots s’écouler: “un Diabolo menthe” lorsque ta copine répond de l’autre côté de la table: “un Diabolo grenadine pour moi...” chic et mysterieux, mais bon… ici tout est plus chic qu’autre part ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: les Diabolos sont vachement populaires sur les terrasses et dans les bars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3621976190169386826?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3621976190169386826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3621976190169386826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3621976190169386826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3621976190169386826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/23092009-les-diabolos.html' title='23.09.2009 - les Diabolos'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_q-Z5BnsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aeMCb7lVro4/s72-c/3913477274_d3971abb32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-1701142774813318606</id><published>2009-09-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:30:11.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22.09.2009 – ARTE - photographes: Thomas Demand, Olivier Robert</title><content type='html'>Olivier Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nVp2v10I/AAAAAAAAAQo/smCmihp6TzE/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nVp2v10I/AAAAAAAAAQo/smCmihp6TzE/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386278038557153090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nVLPrG7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/QfdmaA6p-sw/s1600-h/01-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nVLPrG7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/QfdmaA6p-sw/s400/01-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386278030340201394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nU6FiAqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G4AhE_GcLKE/s1600-h/01-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nU6FiAqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G4AhE_GcLKE/s400/01-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386278025734259362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_mgpUmNvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z19xIf88N9M/s1600-h/Thomas+Demand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_mgpUmNvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z19xIf88N9M/s400/Thomas+Demand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386277127880849138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_mgDvbHpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oTDSxRPfoVw/s1600-h/header_clean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_mgDvbHpI/AAAAAAAAAQI/oTDSxRPfoVw/s400/header_clean1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386277117792820882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’ai passé une soirée télé sur ARTE. Ainsi ai-je appris les noms des deux photographes contemporains très… nichés, dirais-je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thomas Demand (Berlin) – reproduit d’une manière scénographique l’environement. Des photographies type 3D. (avec profondeur). Apparement il préfére les endroits très urbains et les intérieurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Olivier Robert – il prend des photographies macro de la nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-1701142774813318606?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/1701142774813318606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=1701142774813318606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1701142774813318606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1701142774813318606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/22092009-arte-photographes-thomas.html' title='22.09.2009 – ARTE - photographes: Thomas Demand, Olivier Robert'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_nVp2v10I/AAAAAAAAAQo/smCmihp6TzE/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8224386192914546995</id><published>2009-09-27T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:13:47.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21.09.2009 - la pub Renault – campagne Baby Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_jB6KDoVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6bePZHqptho/s1600-h/portes_ouvertes_renault_septembre_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_jB6KDoVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6bePZHqptho/s400/portes_ouvertes_renault_septembre_2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386273301289214290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La première pub qui m’a attiré l’attention parce que je le voyais partout: Renault, une gamme vraiment très jeune.&lt;br /&gt;nouvelle game = jeune gamme; jeune = enfant; plusieurs modèles jeunes = baby boom. En plus, les noms des enfants étaient, en effet, les noms des modèles Renault.&lt;br /&gt;Cette pub utilise une des plus anciennes règles de la pub: pour attirer l’attention et sousciter les émotions, utilisez les enfants!:) Les photos des enfants Renault sont vraiment mignones&lt;br /&gt;LE TV = personification des voitures qui deviennent des enfants auxquels on dit des contes. (bedtime stories)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8224386192914546995?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8224386192914546995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8224386192914546995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8224386192914546995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8224386192914546995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/21092009-la-pub-renault-campagne-baby.html' title='21.09.2009 - la pub Renault – campagne Baby Boom'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_jB6KDoVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6bePZHqptho/s72-c/portes_ouvertes_renault_septembre_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6704183702064323748</id><published>2009-09-27T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:56:22.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20.09.2009 - les pieds nus ou trop réchauffés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_cmm1xtSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/roAkFAZdlFw/s1600-h/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_cmm1xtSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/roAkFAZdlFw/s400/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266235177645346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_cmLkMUMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pUEArzWFnw/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_cmLkMUMI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pUEArzWFnw/s400/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266227856134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_aqUWybdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gerjEOOBHx0/s1600-h/DSC02617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_aqUWybdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/gerjEOOBHx0/s400/DSC02617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264099912052178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_aqEkRg0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YgzKqgQI-O0/s1600-h/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_aqEkRg0I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YgzKqgQI-O0/s400/DSC02614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264095673647938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_apuy7TnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/t-6mMYCg-ow/s1600-h/DSC02609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_apuy7TnI/AAAAAAAAAPY/t-6mMYCg-ow/s400/DSC02609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264089829527154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les femmes portent des sandales ou bien des ballerins sans chaussettes même s’il fait froid. Elles sont bien habillées en reste, mais, paradoxelement, les pieds sont presque nus. De l’autre côté sont celles qui portent des bottes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voir les photos que j'ai prises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6704183702064323748?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6704183702064323748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6704183702064323748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6704183702064323748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6704183702064323748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/20092009-les-pieds-nus.html' title='20.09.2009 - les pieds nus ou trop réchauffés'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_cmm1xtSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/roAkFAZdlFw/s72-c/DSC02623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2511855953992721832</id><published>2009-09-27T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:18:31.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19. 09.2009 - les femmes qui séchent pas leurs cheveux après les avoir lavés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_WnT9CsKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X5tCrlbxCL0/s1600-h/56406071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_WnT9CsKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X5tCrlbxCL0/s400/56406071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386259650217947298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvent, après avoir lavé ses cheveux, les femmes ne les séchessent pas. Elles sortent comme ça avec les cheveux mouillés… même s’il fait froid. Ci-inclus les fillettes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2511855953992721832?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2511855953992721832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2511855953992721832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2511855953992721832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2511855953992721832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/19-092009-les-femmes-qui-sechent-pas.html' title='19. 09.2009 - les femmes qui séchent pas leurs cheveux après les avoir lavés'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_WnT9CsKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X5tCrlbxCL0/s72-c/56406071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5076510391396766157</id><published>2009-09-27T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:19:51.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18.09.2009 - Les Mendiants et les chiens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_UUv5EdZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RsyA6ptr46M/s1600-h/SuperStock_1444R-260564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_UUv5EdZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RsyA6ptr46M/s400/SuperStock_1444R-260564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257132276708754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_UUHes2cI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MNYOn867y8U/s1600-h/begger-vanessa-rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_UUHes2cI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MNYOn867y8U/s400/begger-vanessa-rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257121428691394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans les rues de Paris on peut voir souvent des mendiants accompagnés par leurs chiens, avec les plaquettes sur lequelles c’est écrit “aidez-nous svp”, au pluriel. – on peut utiliser ce phénoméne pour promouvoir une marque de nourriture pour les chiens, pourquoi pas (un homme bien habillé accompagné par son chien avec un message suggestif “Aidez-moi lui acheter Pedigree Royal!”) par exemple ou bien d’autres trucs pour les chiens/animaux de compagnie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5076510391396766157?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5076510391396766157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5076510391396766157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5076510391396766157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5076510391396766157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/09/18092009-les-mendiants-et-les-chiens.html' title='18.09.2009 - Les Mendiants et les chiens'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sr_UUv5EdZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/RsyA6ptr46M/s72-c/SuperStock_1444R-260564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-640013426841898256</id><published>2009-07-02T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:46:09.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitatie ICR... / Invitacion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SkzIFiWDaLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gkt-7bj205U/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SkzIFiWDaLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gkt-7bj205U/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353874054480881842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-640013426841898256?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/640013426841898256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=640013426841898256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/640013426841898256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/640013426841898256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/07/invitatie-icr-invitacion.html' title='Invitatie ICR... / Invitacion...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SkzIFiWDaLI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gkt-7bj205U/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7757527867840719684</id><published>2009-06-26T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:06:10.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In asteptarea concediului...</title><content type='html'>Am observat un trend, in special in cazul corporatistilor. Mai, nene, astia traiesc pentru concediu. Viseaza la concediu, concediul e un scop in sine, totul graviteaza in jurul concediului. Deci viatza lor consta in cele 2 saptamani de concediu pe an. In rest, trag tare, muncesc... acumuleaza frustrari... totul pana la concediu. Mda... mi se pare foarte wrong abordarea. Pentru ca oricum dupa concediu te intorci la acelasi loc de munca lipsit de perspectiva, in acelasi rol de sluga corporatista si, eventual, la aceleasi probleme emotionale pe care incerci din rasputeri sa le ignori cat stai la soare. Deci da, draga corporatistule! Te vei intoarce in acelasi apartament ceausist pe care l-ai cumparat cu un credit pe 30 de ani si in acelasi pat gol pentru ca frustrarile acumulate indeparteaza cam orice partener stabil. Ca sa nu mai spun ca, de obicei, corporatistul isi petrece concediul in compania unor pseudo-prieteni, also known as "prietenii de iesit", genul cu care se vede in weekend si in concediu.  Concluzie: concediul se transforma pe zi ce trece in oaza de libertate a alienatilor profesional si emotional... viatza nu este o "cursa" catre concediu, ar trebui sa fie mai ceva mai mult de atat:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7757527867840719684?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7757527867840719684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7757527867840719684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7757527867840719684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7757527867840719684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/06/astept-concediul.html' title='In asteptarea concediului...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5700279140291622453</id><published>2009-06-22T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:11:40.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observatie a la Carrie Bradshaw:)</title><content type='html'>Daca un barbat isi tine telefonul pe masa cu fatza in jos, sigur are ceva de ascuns. Eventual, o fosta actuala prietena:) care e foarte posibil sa-l caute cand a iesit cu voi in oras. So, fetelor fiti geana pe ei! Daca telefonul e cu fatza in sus, astfel incat sa puteti vedea pe ecranul luminat cine il apeleaza, nu aveti de ce sa va temeti! Daca nu, mai bine fugiti. 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdWKxYd_WI/AAAAAAAAAOM/x9zdZruDoCQ/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdWKxYd_WI/AAAAAAAAAOM/x9zdZruDoCQ/s400/DSC02213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347837825580399970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdWCcRVnnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F2Idl5O0I_g/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdWCcRVnnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/F2Idl5O0I_g/s400/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347837682474393202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdV5XKA2bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3jDLM0Cle_g/s1600-h/DSC02214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdV5XKA2bI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3jDLM0Cle_g/s400/DSC02214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347837526482672050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sambata si duminica am fost la Street Delivery la standul Prietenilor Scoli Centrale. Impreuna cu alti cativa fosti colegi, am pus pe picioare un stand care sustinea o cauza nobila: restaurarea Scolii Centrale, monument de arhitectura. Am avut improvizatii teatrale, experimente FUN SCIENCE pentru cei mici si teatru de papusi. Piesa de rezistenta a standului a fost, insa, panoul cu uniformele Scolii Centrale. Oamenii si-au facut o multime de poze acolo:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per total, evenimentul a mirosit profund a Vest. Pentru cateva clipe, am crezut ca sunt in Berlin... era plin de oameni cool, unii exagerat de cool, aproape warholieni. Gaseai peste tot design objects unicat, haine vintage si hand-made cookies. Oriunde te opreai asistai la un performance sau puteai sa iei parte la vreun workshop. Pur si simplu... minunat! Si acele cookies cu scortisoara din capatul strazii, de pe stanga... erau geniale! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2737952929620148100?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2737952929620148100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2737952929620148100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2737952929620148100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2737952929620148100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/06/post-street-delivery.html' title='Post Street Delivery'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SjdWKxYd_WI/AAAAAAAAAOM/x9zdZruDoCQ/s72-c/DSC02213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-237127100098171254</id><published>2009-06-09T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:25:35.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai la Street Delivery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Si5wlico0rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-CdYzIfLGhM/s1600-h/harta-sd_9iun-1024x395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Si5wlico0rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-CdYzIfLGhM/s400/harta-sd_9iun-1024x395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345333597939749554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va astept cu drag la standul Prietenii Scolii Centrale! Avem o  multime de surprize pregatite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-237127100098171254?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/237127100098171254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=237127100098171254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/237127100098171254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/237127100098171254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/06/hai-la-street-delivery.html' title='Hai la Street Delivery!'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Si5wlico0rI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-CdYzIfLGhM/s72-c/harta-sd_9iun-1024x395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6394558066725225138</id><published>2009-05-22T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T03:11:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Blood -waiting for Season 2:)</title><content type='html'>Lovely song, btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X6bh4ka3Roc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6bh4ka3Roc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6bh4ka3Roc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6394558066725225138?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6394558066725225138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6394558066725225138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6394558066725225138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6394558066725225138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-blood-waiting-for-season-2.html' title='True Blood -waiting for Season 2:)'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-359411897318933938</id><published>2009-05-11T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:40:10.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posted on BestadsonTv.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgfydV6wz4I/AAAAAAAAANs/xze6-Ez1Pd0/s1600-h/21604_eggfight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgfydV6wz4I/AAAAAAAAANs/xze6-Ez1Pd0/s400/21604_eggfight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334498869557383042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scala JWT: eggfight&lt;br /&gt;Every Easter all Romanians engage in an age long tradition, that no one seems to know, or, indeed, care, where it came from. We pick what we believe to be the strongest egg in the basket and we smash it against another, chosen by one of our friends, along with the words "Christ is resurrected", to which the opponent answers "He is resurrected indeed". It's always difficult to pick up the strongest egg for the fight and everyone has his own method or tricks. Scala JWT Bucharest decided to add a twist on another age old tradition - intricately decorating the Easter eggs - by providing our friends and clients with a set of stickers designed to pimp the unsuspecting eggs for the big battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client: &lt;br /&gt;Scala JWT&lt;br /&gt;Agency: &lt;br /&gt;Scala JWT Bucharest&lt;br /&gt;Creatives: &lt;br /&gt;Mihai Cojocaru (Executive Creative Director)&lt;br /&gt;virgiliu andone (Head of Art)&lt;br /&gt;bogdan danailescu (Art Director)&lt;br /&gt;Andreea Dragomir (Copywriter)&lt;br /&gt;Country: &lt;br /&gt;Romania&lt;br /&gt;Other Credits: &lt;br /&gt;Campaign file: No campaign file is available for this ad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-359411897318933938?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/359411897318933938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=359411897318933938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/359411897318933938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/359411897318933938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/05/posted-on-bestadsontvcom.html' title='Posted on BestadsonTv.com'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgfydV6wz4I/AAAAAAAAANs/xze6-Ez1Pd0/s72-c/21604_eggfight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-752966329017805371</id><published>2009-05-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:05:57.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been published in New York by a prestigious advertising magazine:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgckNC_346I/AAAAAAAAANk/GtUM8S6hNJA/s1600-h/greenpeaceelephant.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgckNC_346I/AAAAAAAAANk/GtUM8S6hNJA/s400/greenpeaceelephant.preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272090205316002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgckM0mb6vI/AAAAAAAAANc/3jAatASZFTY/s1600-h/greenpeacebunny.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgckM0mb6vI/AAAAAAAAANc/3jAatASZFTY/s400/greenpeacebunny.preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334272086340528882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands-On for Greenpeace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Save | E-mail | Print | Most Popular | RSS | Reprints&lt;br /&gt;By Conor Risch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.pdnonline.com/pdn/content_display/photoserve/surveillance/e3if26a27fe344b20e46bc56c15f371791a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year Greenpeace enlisted Romanian agency Scala JWT for a campaign to raise awareness of the environmental dangers inherent in nuclear energy production. More specifically the campaign targeted mothers who live and raise children near the Cernavoda Nuclear Power Plant, which houses two nuclear reactors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the small budget for the campaign, the creatives and executives at Scala JWT took a DIY approach to creating the ads, producing them entirely in-house, which allowed them to do the work they would normally farm out to freelancers. Art director Virgiliu Andone says that this role reversal helped refresh the artistic sensibility of the creatives, and also turned out to be quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andone says he and his team decided against a “doomsday scenario,” a common trope in green advertising, because more often than not it looks like a futuristic video game setting rather than a frightening future reality. “We went on a different path,” he says. “Coziness would have to come through in the layout, the semblance of absolute calm and joy, so we could capture the attention of our target audience.” The team decided to create familiar domestic scenes featuring cute stuffed animals. Eventually the viewer would realize the cute children’s toys that drew them in were gruesomely mutated, delivering the “Say no to nuclear energy” message in a subtle but powerful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Andone and Aaron Balazs, another Scala art director, selected the toys they thought would look the best, began the process of hacking and sewing the stuffed rabbits and elephants to modify them. “We were left with a massive bag full of traumatized toys,” says Andone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first shoots took place in Andone’s apartment. “I was really happy with the results,” he remembers. “Then I downloaded the pictures and they turned out to be crap.” Andone and Balazs, who studied photography in college, then did another set-up in their ski resort lodgings while away for the weekend on a snowboarding trip. Again they were enthusiastic during the shoot, and again they were disappointed once they got a closer look at the images. Finally another art director got involved. Andrei Orcula kicked Scala’s managing director out of his office for several hours and made and elephant photograph. Then Andone made another set-up in his apartment and managed a shot of the rabbit toy that everyone was happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the images weren’t quite there, Andone says, so there was post-production work to be done. “The model elephant did not have two noses. Instead it sported six legs and for ears. So the postproduction work was a reflection of my capacity to visualize in advance what would make a good ad. I had to remove the extra legs and ears and add an extra Photoshopped nose. For the bunny the only chop job consisted of replacing one of the ears, and repositioning the foreground just a bit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The biggest challenge was to be as strict as we could be about the standard of the work,” says Andone. “It’s easy to be critical when you expect [someone else to deliver] the work; much harder when you have to produce it yourself.” Andone adds, “It is perhaps much more honest to go about your business the way we did, at least from time to time. Designers or painters or indeed some engineers don’t expect somebody else to put their work into practice…. In advertising it is easy to find yourself delegating everything you do, and this can rust your artistic sensibility.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ads have appeared in magazines throughout Romania, and Greenpeace has distributed posters, stickers and desktop wallpaper of the ads through their network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the team:&lt;br /&gt;Mihai Cojocaru - Creative Director&lt;br /&gt;Virgiliu Andone - Art Director&lt;br /&gt;Andreea Dragomir - Copywriter&lt;br /&gt;Angela Teodorescu -  super CS&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Balasz, Andrei Orcula - fotografi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-752966329017805371?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/752966329017805371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=752966329017805371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/752966329017805371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/752966329017805371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/05/weve-been-published-in-new-york-by.html' title='We&apos;ve been published in New York by a prestigious advertising magazine:)'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SgckNC_346I/AAAAAAAAANk/GtUM8S6hNJA/s72-c/greenpeaceelephant.preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2745240320970449292</id><published>2009-04-17T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:18:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I think you should be interested...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SejH12GqgyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6Lqhc_KoHjw/s1600-h/PtRaluca_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SejH12GqgyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6Lqhc_KoHjw/s400/PtRaluca_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325726287236072226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2745240320970449292?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2745240320970449292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2745240320970449292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2745240320970449292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2745240320970449292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-think-you-should-be-interested.html' title='So, I think you should be interested...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SejH12GqgyI/AAAAAAAAANU/6Lqhc_KoHjw/s72-c/PtRaluca_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7320479227132810967</id><published>2009-04-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:41:00.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, the year starts nicely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SdtXhslFxCI/AAAAAAAAANM/rBj01iGVc9U/s1600-h/kv-effie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SdtXhslFxCI/AAAAAAAAANM/rBj01iGVc9U/s400/kv-effie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321943621082399778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effie 2009 key visual competition &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Organizing Committee of Effie 2009 has announced the winner for the key visual competition which took place between 23th of February and 20th of March. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winning proposal was created by the team made up by Andreea Dragomir, copywriter at Scala JWT and Ioana Sandru, Art Director at Graffiti BBDO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being asked what made them participate, they stated: „Because it is a challenge for your creative ego. What does this mean? It’s simple. As a creative I feel very good knowing that I have done the visual for the most important festival in Romania that awards efficiency. Moreover, we like competitions and we like even more to see our work published. The Effie visual competition was an opportunity for both pleasures.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7320479227132810967?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7320479227132810967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7320479227132810967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7320479227132810967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7320479227132810967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-year-starts-nicely.html' title='So, the year starts nicely...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SdtXhslFxCI/AAAAAAAAANM/rBj01iGVc9U/s72-c/kv-effie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2266004497400675557</id><published>2009-04-07T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:12:49.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da, deci stiu...</title><content type='html'>... ce vreau sa fac in viatza. Vreau sa fac filme cool sa inovez in regie, sa "entertain" oamenii si sa ma "entertain" si pe mine in timp ce fac chestiile alea. Pentru ca functionez relativ simplu: cu cat imi place mai mult ce trebuie sa fac, cu atat chestia aia imi iese mai bine. Deci role-modelul:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michel Gondry, born May 8, 1963, is a French film, commercial and music video director and an Academy Award-winning screenwriter. He is noted for his inventive visual style and manipulation of mise en scène. Gondry is often cited[citation needed], along with directors Spike Jonze and David Fincher, as representative of the influx of music video directors into feature film. Gondry made his feature film debut in 2001 with Human Nature, garnering mixed reviews. His second film, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (also his second collaboration with screenwriter Charlie Kaufman), was released in 2004 and received very favorable reviews, becoming one of the most critically acclaimed films of the year. Eternal Sunshine utilizes many of the image manipulation techniques that Gondry had experimented with in his music videos. Gondry won an Academy Award alongside Kaufman and Pierre Bismuth for the screenplay of Eternal Sunshine. The style of Gondry's music videos often relies on videography and camera tricks which play with frames of reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gondry participating with The 1 Second Film art project.&lt;br /&gt;Gondry also directed the musical documentary Dave Chappelle's Block Party (2006) which followed comedian Dave Chappelle as he attempted to hold a large, free concert in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn. His following film, The Science of Sleep, hit theaters in September, 2006. This film stars Mexican actor Gael García Bernal, and marked a return to the fantastical, surreal techniques he employed in Eternal Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;According to the Guinness World Records 2004, Michel Gondry's Levi's 501 Jeans "Drugstore" spot holds the record for "Most awards won by a TV commercial".[2] The commercial was never aired in North America because of the suggestive content involving purchasing latex condoms.&lt;br /&gt;In September 2006, Gondry made his debut as an installation artist at Deitch Projects in New York City's SoHo gallery district. The show, called "The Science of Sleep: An Exhibition of Sculpture and Pathological Creepy Little Gifts" featured props from his film, The Science of Sleep, as well as film clips and a selection of gifts that the artist had given to women he was interested in, many of them former or current collaborators, Karen Baird, Kishu Chand, Dorothy Barrick and Lauri Faggioni.[3] A leitmotif of the film is a 'Disastrology' calendar, Gondry commissioned the painter Baptiste Ibar[4] to draw harrowing images of natural and human disasters.&lt;br /&gt;His brother Olivier "Twist" Gondry is also a television commercial and music video director creating videos for bands such as The Stills, Hot Hot Heat and The Vines.[5] He was asked by French comic duet Eric and Ramzy to direct Steak, but declined.[6] The film was subsequently directed by Mr Oizo.&lt;br /&gt;Gondry was an Artist in Residence at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 2005 and 2006. Later directing the music video for the Paul McCartney song "Dance Tonight", in which Gondry makes a cameo appearance.[7] His most recent work was the directing of "Unnatural Love," the fifth episode in season two of HBO's Flight of the Conchords (TV series).[8]&lt;br /&gt;He is currently slated to direct Seth Rogen and Stephen Chow in the motion picture adaptation The Green Hornet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2266004497400675557?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2266004497400675557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2266004497400675557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2266004497400675557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2266004497400675557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-deci-stiu.html' title='Da, deci stiu...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6538398030982452776</id><published>2009-04-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:43:22.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mananc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sdj7w8TpDZI/AAAAAAAAANE/NXYrIG--Cjk/s1600-h/Skittles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sdj7w8TpDZI/AAAAAAAAANE/NXYrIG--Cjk/s400/Skittles.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321279777979043218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Skittles si ma simt bine. Sparg fiecare bombonica intre dinti cu o placere aproape feroce, savurand fiecare particica din bomboana colorata, foarte misto advertizata. Bag Skittles la greu si nu ma simt deloc vinovata nici fatza de voi care stiu ca ma uratzi ca n-aveti de unde sa cumparati Skittles, nici fatza de mine ca Skittles nu ingrasa, ma rog nu vad cum ar putea din moment ce sunt facute din curcubeu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6538398030982452776?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6538398030982452776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6538398030982452776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6538398030982452776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6538398030982452776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/04/mananc.html' title='Mananc...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sdj7w8TpDZI/AAAAAAAAANE/NXYrIG--Cjk/s72-c/Skittles.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4622859707930193475</id><published>2009-04-05T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:35:28.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am o relatie de love &amp; hate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sdj56LKTdwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PCk3ysPU1m0/s1600-h/love-hate-tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sdj56LKTdwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PCk3ysPU1m0/s400/love-hate-tattoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321277737561978626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... cu telefonul meu mobil. Adica el suna mult si tare iar eu ma fac ca nu-l aud. Si nu. Nu e nimic premediat in tot ce se intampla. E atat de natural ca-mi vine mie sa urlu de nervi in locul persoanei neglijate de la celalalt capat al... antenei de telefonie mobila Orange. &lt;br /&gt;Si nu, nu o fac nici din ura, nici din impertinenta crasa, desi unii ar putea considera asta. Si da! Am Nokia Tune, dar nu pentru ca as vrea sa-l confund cu alte sute de telefoane din jurul meu, ci pentru ca mi-a fost lene sa-i modific soneria de cand l-am luat. Am preferat - si asta recunosc indubitabil - sa-mi duc poseta la ureche ori de cate ori auzeam celebrul refren al tipilor aia din Finlanda pe care si Moga ar fi invidios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-4622859707930193475?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/4622859707930193475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=4622859707930193475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4622859707930193475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4622859707930193475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-o-relatie-de-love-hate.html' title='Am o relatie de love &amp; hate...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/Sdj56LKTdwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PCk3ysPU1m0/s72-c/love-hate-tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7387729501822151425</id><published>2009-03-23T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:06:56.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's free to wear sunscreen</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTJ7AzBIJoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7387729501822151425?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7387729501822151425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7387729501822151425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7387729501822151425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7387729501822151425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/everybodys-free-to-wear-sunscreen.html' title='Everybody&apos;s free to wear sunscreen'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6396161116013855698</id><published>2009-03-22T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:01:53.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia si parcarea...</title><content type='html'>Femeia io si parcarea laterala. De cand conduc am observat un lucru ciudat. Ca am zile in care parchez lateral foarte bine, adica perfect din prima, ca un profesionist in adevaratul sens al cuvantului:) Si zile in care nu-mi iese dom'le. Dau in fatza, dau in spate, iar in fatza, iar in spate... incalec putzin bordura, ma plictisesc si plec in cautarea unui loc mai ofertant. Ca sa nu mai spun ca urasc parcarea laterala pe partea stanga. Sa zicem ca 90% dintre zilele in care nu reusesc sa parchez lateral... de vina e partea stanga. Parca am simtul aprecierii amortit si inert pe partea stanga. Or is it just me?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6396161116013855698?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6396161116013855698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6396161116013855698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6396161116013855698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6396161116013855698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/femeia-si-parcarea.html' title='Femeia si parcarea...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-6688582925494286501</id><published>2009-03-22T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:52:47.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know the word and you control the thing...</title><content type='html'>Mi-a placut mult replica asta din Eragon. Inca imi rasuna puternic in cap. N-ar fi de-a dreptul tare de tot sa controlam ce reprezinta fiecare cuvant pe care il stim si-l pronuntam? Dincolo de simbolul semantic ce-l denumeste, sa controlam Lucrul?!&lt;br /&gt;Adica daca eu spun acum "iubire" sa controlez sentimentul in cele mai mici detalii, sa hotarasc cine sa ma iubeasca si cand, sa stabilesc pe cine sa iubesc si cat.&lt;br /&gt;Sau daca spun "stralucire" sa-ncep brusc sa stralucesc din toate puterile si sa ma opresc din a straluci fix cand am chef sa nu ma mai vada nimeni?!&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa cred ca replica asta e adevarata. Pentru ca daca o parte din mine n-ar crede, atunci n-as mai putea scrie povesti si cel mai important, n-as mai putea trai povestea mea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-6688582925494286501?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/6688582925494286501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=6688582925494286501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6688582925494286501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/6688582925494286501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-word-and-you-control-thing.html' title='Know the word and you control the thing...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8872630460266931103</id><published>2009-03-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:09:45.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Via Andrei:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbSiQZfACQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbSiQZfACQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8872630460266931103?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8872630460266931103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8872630460266931103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8872630460266931103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8872630460266931103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/via-andrei.html' title='Via Andrei:)'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-8610633596710581129</id><published>2009-03-21T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:21:51.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia de la bar... si impresii de la Future Shorts</title><content type='html'>Am fost vineri seara la Future Shorts. Un eveniment dragutz. E loc de mai bine, dar initiativa e laudabila. Am vazut cateva scurt-metraje super ok, pe unele chiar le mai stiam. Pacat ca tot ce am vazut mai ok nu prea era Made in RO:( Cele 3 scurt metraje RO ramase in concurs nu m-au impresionat in mod deosebit... dar am o oarecare preferinta ("Transfer"). Celelalte doua - triste, fara o poveste dragutza, sensibila, umana, fara viatza. Ma rog, parerea mea, influentata probabil si de ce vazusem mai inainte (toate productiile britanice si spaniole - btw: nimic frantuzesc, de ce?!!!). Tot la Future Shorts am aflat ca Tudor Chirila a devenit acest Sergiu Nicolaescu al generatiei tinere cool, urbn'shit'n'trendy. Actor, scenarist, cantaret - un "one man show" cu acte in regula:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAR sa n-o uitam pe femeia de la bar, caci ea m-a amuzat teribil. Deci, ma duc io sa-mi iau un cico sa bea si gura mea ceva. In spatele meu, o domnisorica trendy'hiper'coolish'stylish. "O apa plata, va rog... e pentru Tudor Chirila." Deci un lucru e sigur: Chirila nu si-a platit apa vineri seara:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-8610633596710581129?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/8610633596710581129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=8610633596710581129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8610633596710581129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/8610633596710581129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/femeia-de-la-bar-si-impresii-de-la.html' title='Femeia de la bar... si impresii de la Future Shorts'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4638128852759443015</id><published>2009-03-21T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:32:52.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantezii cu omul-mascota</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScUyy9F5VxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/msqrwFaj4nk/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScUyy9F5VxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/msqrwFaj4nk/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315710786154878738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu pe cineva care are fantezii cu oamenii mascota:) Probabil din simplul motiv ca e femeie si se excita cand barbatul atinge limita penibilului, cazand in ridicol. Cert este ca are fantezii cu barbatii costumati in diverse chestii. Cu cat mai penibil, cu atat mai bine. Poate parea ciudat, insa nu e prima oara cand aud asta... In filmul "Bad Santa", era tipa de la bar care visase dintotdeauna sa intretina relatii intime cu Mos Craciun. Imi amintesc perfect scena si replica: "Fuck me Santa, fuck me Santa!":)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqLWuVVepCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RqLWuVVepCg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-4638128852759443015?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/4638128852759443015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=4638128852759443015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4638128852759443015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4638128852759443015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/fantezii-cu-omul-mascota.html' title='Fantezii cu omul-mascota'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScUyy9F5VxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/msqrwFaj4nk/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7817668617819345174</id><published>2009-03-21T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:23:39.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a DJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfX-s4dcYBg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BfX-s4dcYBg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;br /&gt;Real Shit indeed!!! Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7817668617819345174?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7817668617819345174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7817668617819345174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7817668617819345174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7817668617819345174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-is-dj.html' title='God is a DJ'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4815479075578354562</id><published>2009-03-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:22:35.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider - short movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koeLu6OYnwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koeLu6OYnwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;&lt;br /&gt;K tot sunt in the mood de FutureShorts:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-4815479075578354562?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/4815479075578354562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=4815479075578354562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4815479075578354562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4815479075578354562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/spider-short-movie.html' title='Spider - short movie'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5803197576868713266</id><published>2009-03-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:54:47.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzales - sobolan dambovitean ep.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScJOnYoUfdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dcRv0axFxLU/s1600-h/Gonzo_story_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScJOnYoUfdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dcRv0axFxLU/s400/Gonzo_story_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314896948784037330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AU TRECUT CEVA LUNI – PE LA ATENEU&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce-am fugit din Arhitectura, am hoinarit vreo cateva zile prin imprejurimi. M-am hranit cu resturi de merdenele intr-o patiserie pana mi s-a aplecat si m-am plimbat prin parcul Cismigiu. Cam tot pe atunci am invatat si sa inot. Am luat vreo doua lopeti zdravene in cap de la indragostitii care vasleau pe lac.&lt;br /&gt;Mai tarziu am luat-o in sus, spre Piata Romana, dar n-am ajuns acolo. M-am oprit la Ateneu. Era pe la pranz. Am patruns in cladire fara nicio problema. Doua femei faceau curat la intrare, dar pana sa se dumireasca eram demult inauntru. Am intrat intr-o incapere dezordonata, in mijlocul careia trona un ditamai biroul de lemn. MIAM! Nu mai rosesem de multa vreme ceva atat de consistent, asa ca m-am pus pe treaba cand… HAIT! &lt;br /&gt;Intra in incapere 2 barbati cu barba si-o femeie cu mustata. Radeau cu pofta si clanfaneau paine cu piftie. Inca simt mirosul ascutit de usturoi si aud plescaielile lor dizgratioase. Imi amintesc clar discutia care m-a pus pe ganduri:&lt;br /&gt;Femeia cu mustata: &lt;br /&gt;“Asta nu mai pleaca de aici. El stinge lumina, va zic!”&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre barbatii cu barba:&lt;br /&gt;“Eu il bag pe lista cu activele fixe. Scrie, scrie acolo! 2 birouri, 3 computere. 6 scaune, Marcel!”&lt;br /&gt;Rasete prelungi. Cei trei pleaca, lasand in urma mirosul puternic si cateva firimituri de paine cu care m-am delectat.&lt;br /&gt;La caderea serii, locul s-a animat brusc si era cat pe ce sa fiu calcat in picioare, eventual sa fiu gasit decedat cu un mare toc infipt in cap. Am scapat ca prin minune, dar am fost luat de val si dus in sala de spectacole. Incercam sa-mi gasesc un loc confortabil, eventual in primul rand sa vad si eu ceva, cand m-a ochit o doamna trecuta bine de primele 3 tinereti. Am auzit un urlet infiorator, pamantul s-a cutremurat si spectacolul a inceput. Am urcat nestingherit pe scena, m-am dat de-a dura printre violonisti si m-am asezat, confortabil, langa contrabas. M-am holbat indelung la dirijorul care se zbatea, neinteles, in mijlocul marii adunari.&lt;br /&gt;PAUZA&lt;br /&gt;Ajung in cabina muzicienilor. Din nou femeia cu mustata. De data asta, cu o tanara firava ce nu prezenta urme de pilozitate excesiva.&lt;br /&gt;Fata tanara:&lt;br /&gt; “Ce noroc pe mine! Domnul Marcel e painea lui Dumnezeu…”   &lt;br /&gt;Paine, a zis cineva paine! Unde? &lt;br /&gt;Pauza s-a terminat, dar nu pot ramane si la actul al doilea. Prea multa cultura pentru o singura seara si pentru capul meu mic. In plus, ma incearca putin foamea. Am de ales: “La Mama” sau “McDonald’s”… Parca am chef de junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5803197576868713266?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5803197576868713266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5803197576868713266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5803197576868713266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5803197576868713266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/gonzales-sobolan-dambovitean-ep3.html' title='Gonzales - sobolan dambovitean ep.3'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScJOnYoUfdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dcRv0axFxLU/s72-c/Gonzo_story_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5115608615801385119</id><published>2009-03-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:49:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia din tramvai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScJNcn06q_I/AAAAAAAAAME/xOMCcYNioZI/s1600-h/Ma%C3%AEtresse_Fran%C3%A7oise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScJNcn06q_I/AAAAAAAAAME/xOMCcYNioZI/s400/Ma%C3%AEtresse_Fran%C3%A7oise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314895664373214194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai, deci am mers cu tramvaiul acu vreo 2 zile. Prima oara dupa fooarte mult timp. Nimic tare... mai putin un mini-incident care mi-a starnit curiozitatea.&lt;br /&gt;Abia ce ma urcasem si-mi compostasem biletul ca am zarit o doamna, trecuta bine de prima tinerete. Imbracata in culori inchise, haine cheap, ochelari mari pe mutra... nimic deosebit. Genul de housewife obosit. Deodata, suna telefonul doamnei. Ea raspunde sec: "Da, te-ai mai gandit?! Aha. Si acum vrei? Aha. Pai nu se mai poate." Si "zdrang", doamna inchide telefonul si continua sa se uite nestingherita pe geam. Incitata de convorbirea seaca si fara noima, imaginatia mea a luat-o razna de-a dreptul. M-am gandit ca doamna ar fi putut fi o matroana undercover care tocmai intermediase o noapte de amor. M-am gandit la impricinatul de la celalalt capat al firului care nu se va bucura de nurii vreunei bunese prea curand.&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate ca doamna era un dealer, un inger al mortii albe care tocmai refuzase un tanar ce-si mai procurase marfa viselor tot pe datorie.&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate ca pur si simplu o sunase ala micu de acasa sa-i spuna ca s-a razgandit si vrea o ciocolata... dar nu, nu cred asta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5115608615801385119?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5115608615801385119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5115608615801385119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5115608615801385119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5115608615801385119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/03/femeia-din-tramvai.html' title='Femeia din tramvai'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScJNcn06q_I/AAAAAAAAAME/xOMCcYNioZI/s72-c/Ma%C3%AEtresse_Fran%C3%A7oise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5983275249502517438</id><published>2009-02-20T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:49:04.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzales - sobolan dambovitean ep. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SZ6Yp_Ck9gI/AAAAAAAAALs/dbYp3FIOOgI/s1600-h/Gonzo_story_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SZ6Yp_Ck9gI/AAAAAAAAALs/dbYp3FIOOgI/s400/Gonzo_story_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304845258153326082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DUPA VREO DOUA SAPTAMANI - PASAGIUL VICTORIEI, CASA CENTRALA A ARMATEI, FACULTATEA DE ARHITECTURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am luat-o in sus, pe calea Victoriei… m-am oprit putin la CEC, oripiland cateva doamne bine care au tipat cat le tineau plamanii. Ba mai mult! Au sarit pe mese si mai sa nu se mai dea jos de acolo. N-am inteles nimic. Aveau cu circa 90-100 de kile mai mult decat mine si m-ar fi putut strivi oricand. In plus, nu eram inca murdar si, privindu-ma in oglinzile din lift, am descoperit ca aratam chiar bine.&lt;br /&gt;Am mai stat vreo 2 zile prin casa liftului de la CEC , apoi am plecat. M-am oprit la Caru cu Bere, unde am servit tacticos niste resturi de mici si carnati, plus cateva firimituri de paine neagra cu secara. Cateva zile am dus-o bine acolo, delectandu-ma din plin cu meniul zilei. M-a alungat cu matura un domn antipatic, mustacios, care purta o boneta ridicol de mare si alba.&lt;br /&gt;Asa am ajuns in Pasagiul Victoriei, intr-un club de noapte. Ziua nu era nimeni si ma plimbam nestingherit prin toate cotloanele in cautare de hrana. Gaseam mai mult bautura ramasa prin diverse pahare, in colturile camerelor. Am baut mult in perioada aia si le mai si amestecam cumplit. Cred ca de-acolo mi se trag toate problemele cu ficatu’. Seara, apareau fetele, animatoarele. Mult mai simpatice decat doamnele de la CEC-ul cel Mare, fetele nu s-au speriat cand m-au vazut prima oara. Eram un sobolan alb, destul de aratos si incepusem sa mai si pun pe mine. Una dintre ele a zis ca seman cu Gonzales, prietenul ei din Spania care urma sa vina s-o ia cu el la vara. Asa ca Gonzales a ramas. Am trait ca un rege printre fetele de la Club. Primeam firimituri in fiecare zi si aveam bautura gratis spre dimineata, cand se golea clubul. N-a durat mult, caci spiritul meu nomad m-a pus pe fuga intr-o dupa-amiaza, cand ma simteam cam singur.&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit si-am traversat intr-o clipa. Nu stiu de ce m-am grabit, caci masinile stateau pe loc. Auzeam, insa, multe claxoane nervoase si zanganitul surd al tevilor de esapament. Am urcat niste scari, destul de multe, si-am ajuns intr-un restaurant elegant. Pe tavan, ma ameteau niste picturi mari, cu rame aurii. Camera era foarte inalta si sobra. Am luat-o pe conducte si-am urcat. Coridoare lungi. Auzeam muzica, tot felul de instrumente. Am mai trecut pe langa o sala unde am surprins o conversatie interesanta care m-a facut curios.&lt;br /&gt;Prima femeie: “Normal ca am venit la astia. Ce? Voiai sa raman profa la mine, in Craiova?”&lt;br /&gt;A doua femeie: “Si ce-avea? Puteai sa predai engleza si acolo, nu?”&lt;br /&gt;Prima femeie: “Zici tu?! Ei, cum ar fi fost? Imagineaza-ti: I’VE BEEN , adica FUSEI?”&lt;br /&gt;Apoi rasete indelungi… si eu singur pe conducte, gandindu-ma incotro ar trebui s-o apuc sa ajung si eu in locul ala unde se vorbeste asa.&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, n-am ajuns acolo, ci pe un acoperis de unde nu vedeam prea departe de la inaltimea mea. Nu tu oameni, nu tu mizerie, nu tu prea mult zgomot! M-am intors iar prin cladirea cu multe coridoare, am luat-o prin restaurant si, dupa o gustare scurta – niste sorici si un pic de tiramisu – am plecat. &lt;br /&gt;Am trecut in fuga pe langa Universitate. Mi-au atras atentia niste tineri de vis-à-vis. Carau o macheta imensa. Copacei, case. Toate din carton si lemn. In vremurile acelea, abia incepusem sa simt pornirea instinctuala de a roade orice. Macheta mi-a facut cu ochiul si m-am luat dupa cei care se chinuiau s-o care. Asa am ajuns in Facultatea de Arhitectura. Am ros vreo 10 zile tot ce-am prins, dar am tulit-o si de acolo mai mult de frica blestemelor, decat a tocilarilor care ma vanau cu capcane de pe vremea lu’ bunicu’. Am lasat in urma 3 biserici fara cruce, o casa lacustra fara picioare si o arcada romana fara coloane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5983275249502517438?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5983275249502517438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5983275249502517438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5983275249502517438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5983275249502517438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/02/gonzales-sobolan-dambovitean-ep-2.html' title='Gonzales - sobolan dambovitean ep. 2'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SZ6Yp_Ck9gI/AAAAAAAAALs/dbYp3FIOOgI/s72-c/Gonzo_story_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-924330880949368813</id><published>2009-02-13T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:26:36.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonzales - Sobolan Dambovitean ep.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SZWRB8CuveI/AAAAAAAAALk/GRtYvbLZQqk/s1600-h/Gonzo_story_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SZWRB8CuveI/AAAAAAAAALk/GRtYvbLZQqk/s400/Gonzo_story_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302303598782103010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIMELE ZILE – PE MALUL DAMBOVITEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am nascut intr-o zi de toamna, pe malul stang al Dambovitei. Mai simt si azi mirosul delicios al apei murdare si izul de saorma de langa culcusul nostru. Mai tarziu am aflat ca tata gasise niste resturi si i le adusese mamei in semn de recunostinta pentru cea de-a 7-a pereche de pui din anul acela de gratie. Eram, deci, al 14-lea mostenitor al familiei, insa singurul albinos din ultimii 5 ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inceput a fost cald si bine. Intindeam botul nesigur si dadeam intotdeauna de tzatza generoasa a mamei. Primul contact cu realitatea damboviteana a fost mai mult fortat, dar definitiv. De atunci nu i-am mai vazut pe ai mei. Sau poate ca da… nu mi-as mai fi dat oricum seama. Tata a alunecat, din neatentie, pe o flegma cleioasa, de-un verde patrunzator. Cat ai clipi, coada lui cheala m-a maturat din culcusul protector si m-a trimis direct in Dambovita involburata. Ce dus rece si murdar! Am luat-o nesigur la vale si m-am agatat involuntar de primul carton de oua care mi-a iesit in cale. Curentul m-a purtat nestingherit in aval.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima data am deschis larg ochii si am luat o gura mare de aer. Am sorbit cu nesat aroma de teava de esapament si am pivit in jur. In dreapta, un deal si, cocotata pe el, ditamai casoaia. Aveam sa aflu ca era Casa Poporului. Ulterior, am descoperit singur labirintul gigant de camere subterane. In stanga, alte case… Pe cer, o cioara sfrijita… ma ginise si-mi dadea tarcoale. Am sarit de pe cartonul salvator intr-un tufis de pe mal. Am petrecut noaptea acolo, inghetat, dar departe de orice pericol. Spre dimineata s-a umplut de frati mai mari, aflati in cautare de hrana. M-am tirat rapid ca deja se uitau urat la mine. Eram plapand si alb. Aratam ca un hamster pretentios, pierdut de vreo domnisoara curatzica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mers spre Calea Victoriei, am urcat sus pe mal si am traversat in fuga. Am prins cu coada ochiului roata unei masini si cadavrul mai vechi al unei surate. M-am gandit pentru o clipa sa ma-ntorc s-o raschetez un pic da…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-924330880949368813?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/924330880949368813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=924330880949368813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/924330880949368813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/924330880949368813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/02/gonzales-sobolan-dambovitean-ep1.html' title='Gonzales - Sobolan Dambovitean ep.1'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SZWRB8CuveI/AAAAAAAAALk/GRtYvbLZQqk/s72-c/Gonzo_story_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7497539615304055073</id><published>2009-02-13T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:10:00.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies but goldies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xL_9zdu4iVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xL_9zdu4iVw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;ce tare e reclama de la final!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7497539615304055073?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7497539615304055073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7497539615304055073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7497539615304055073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7497539615304055073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/02/oldies-but-goldies.html' title='Oldies but goldies'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3050881287024360980</id><published>2009-01-07T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:01:03.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patinoarele si patinatul - bisnit si sport de cocalari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SWSzyDuL5DI/AAAAAAAAALc/vl9HQwUSQhA/s1600-h/P1120249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SWSzyDuL5DI/AAAAAAAAALc/vl9HQwUSQhA/s400/P1120249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288549535013659698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele astea libere am tot ars-o pe la patinoar. Imi place mult sportul asta, dar si cum aluneca vinul fiert sau ceaiul cu scortisoara de dupa. Mirosul rece al ghetii imi aminteste de tinerete, de perioada liceului. In fiecare sambata, iarna, mergeam cu prietenii la raposatul patinoar din Floreasca. Numai ca pe vremea mea, patinatul nu era sport pentru oricine. Pe gheata perfecta nu alunecam decat noi, tinerii din liceele bune si trendy... mai erau cativa oameni ceva mai in varsta, din cartier si niste cupluri. Participanti civilizati care nu creau probleme serioase. Ei bine, acum, sunt mult mai multe patinoare ce afiseaza preturi accesibile. Ofera spre inchirat patine ieftine in care iti ingheata picioarele si prind si putina pojghita ca deh, iti mai transpira laba inauntru! Ma rog, nu asta e problema mea ca am patinele mele. Problema ar fi ca eu nu mai pot patina... gheata a fost invadata de specii umanoide ciudate, tip cocalar incaltat. I-am urmarit, alunecand incet si i-am clasificat lejer, dupa mai multe zile. Asadar, speciile pe care le veti intalni pe gheata, in acest sezon, sunt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cocalarul patinator zburator. Este cel mai periculos. Nu stie sa patineze, n-a mai patinat niciodata, dar vine de la 11 ca e gratis. Ai impresia ca-si va rupe picioarele imediat, dar el se tine darz... nu se lasa. Se lupta si da din aripi disperat pentru a-si recapata echilibrul precar. Matura tot ce-i trece pe laterale. Cu bratele falfaind tranteste cativa copii si doua doamne mai in etate. Nu-i pasa atata timp cat iese victorios. Cocalarul patinator zburator ramane in picioare si trebuie ocolit mult pe stanga sau pe dreapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cuplul cocalarilor patinatori zburatori. Cand el a gasit-o pe ea si si-au dat seama ca sunt la fel, s-au gandit ca ar fi dragut sa se tina de mana. Trebuie ocoliti si mai mult prin dreapta sau stanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cocalarii patinatori de viteza cu harfe misto. Poarta geci de piele si caciuli D&amp;G. Ei cred ca stiu sa mearga bine de tot si tocmai de aceea strabat in viteza patinoarul. Picioarele nesigure tremura, la atingerea suprafetei de gheata. E plin de oameni, obstacole miscatoare pe care daca nu le pot ocoli le doboara fara mila in cursa lor catre glorie si recunoastere. Acestia trebuie identificati rapid la intrarea pe gheata. Simtiti ca se apropie? Virati mult spre mantinela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pitzipoancele artiste. Poarta fustite sau blugi cu sclipici si talie joasa. Sunt foarte simpatice in clipa cand cad pe jos si trei sferturi din buci se revarsa pe gheata. ( Ele lasa urmele mai late in zapada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cocalarii talentati, frate! Se strecoara ca niste virtuozi ai ghetii, facand scheme si improscand cu zapada pitzipoancele. Nu va ingrijorati! Lor le place. Cu cat iesi mai uda de pe gheata, cu atat inseamna ca baietii te place mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mini-cocalarii patinatori. Acestia sunt copiii cocalarilor zburatori. Niste ghiulele umane, lipsite de scrupule care se impiedica des dar se ridica imediat. Adevarate torpile care trec printre picioarele patinatorilor, lasand prapad in urma. Nu stiu cum sa va feriti de acestia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu uitati! Mersul la patinoar poate fi o aventura... patinatul - un sport solicitant ce necesita concentrare maxima, picioare puternice si atentie distributiva...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3050881287024360980?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3050881287024360980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3050881287024360980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3050881287024360980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3050881287024360980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/01/patinoarele-si-patinatul-bisnit-si.html' title='Patinoarele si patinatul - bisnit si sport de cocalari'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SWSzyDuL5DI/AAAAAAAAALc/vl9HQwUSQhA/s72-c/P1120249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7972484070322499863</id><published>2009-01-06T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:37:41.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce-am mai lucrat in ultimul timp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5f8986acb65bd021" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f8986acb65bd021%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330197307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E006CC118D8A71700D19968AE60CA3C2BC89E7D.64C3A3BC203239ADF232F309CF327517317E4795%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f8986acb65bd021%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dkfdfb5jwNG92Y2tjQWzmpuQoqIA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5f8986acb65bd021%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330197307%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E006CC118D8A71700D19968AE60CA3C2BC89E7D.64C3A3BC203239ADF232F309CF327517317E4795%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5f8986acb65bd021%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dkfdfb5jwNG92Y2tjQWzmpuQoqIA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerc sa ma scuz ca nu am mai scris de secole.&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta revin in forta:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7972484070322499863?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5f8986acb65bd021&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7972484070322499863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7972484070322499863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7972484070322499863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7972484070322499863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2009/01/ce-am-mai-lucrat-in-ultimul-timp.html' title='Ce-am mai lucrat in ultimul timp...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4136230405737008738</id><published>2008-10-03T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:28:12.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vrea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SOXzVllC6hI/AAAAAAAAALU/c8aBTpDq-kw/s1600-h/nickname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SOXzVllC6hI/AAAAAAAAALU/c8aBTpDq-kw/s400/nickname.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252872092587846162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sa ma cheme altfel. Andreea e banal, e comun, e numele tuturor pseudo-vedetelor sumar imbracate si cu buze colagenate. Imi amintesc... au trecut ceva ani... cand mama ma striga pe plaja si se mai intorceau inca 10 fetite. Hmmmmm.... As vrea sa ma cheme altfel... Nu stiu ... oricum. Poate un nume stupid. Marcela, de exemplu. Marcela ma face sa rad macar. E sec si predispus la bancuri proaste.&lt;br /&gt;Si as mai vrea sa fi avut o porecla. Ce fel de om e ala fara porecla? !! Mi-am pus in repetate randuri intrebarea de ce prietenii nu mi-au gasit o porecla. Si God knows m-am straduit. M-am repozitionat de nenumarate ori. Mai intai a fost fata retrasa care asculta rock si grunge, apoi adolescenta in roz care radea zgomotos, tanara care facea glume proaste non-stop, colega care lucra in publicitate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-4136230405737008738?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/4136230405737008738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=4136230405737008738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4136230405737008738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4136230405737008738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-vrea.html' title='As vrea...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SOXzVllC6hI/AAAAAAAAALU/c8aBTpDq-kw/s72-c/nickname.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2994256134611199097</id><published>2008-10-03T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:18:01.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff...</title><content type='html'>Ascultam melodia celor de Kaiser Chiefs - Ruby, bineinteles - si mi-am dat seama ca inca mai am un chef nebun de viatza. De doua saptamani, in fiecare seara, ma duc sa inot apoi ma indrept rapid spre casa, dorindu-mi sa nu ma sune nimeni. Sa nu carecumva sa vrea cineva sa ne vedem.Placerea cea mai mare e sa ma pun in mijlocul patului cu gandul de a citi. Sfarsesc insa prin a ma uita la cele mai stupide filme de pe Antena 1 sau PROTV. &lt;br /&gt;Dar diseara o sa citesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2994256134611199097?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2994256134611199097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2994256134611199097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2994256134611199097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2994256134611199097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/10/staff.html' title='Staff...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-283491180745330268</id><published>2008-08-19T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:38:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ani de Liceu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKrMz8bprNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iogVIoed5q0/s1600-h/the_mummy_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKrMz8bprNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iogVIoed5q0/s400/the_mummy_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236222709539122386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cca o saptamana m-am intalnit la piscina cu prietenul meu din liceu. Ne mai vazusem si cu vreo 3 saptamani inainte... dupa o pauza de vreo 10 ani. Am povestit intre cateva lungimi de bazin, ne-am amintit ce faceam pe vremea aia, unde ieseam, cine cu cine era, ce mai face cutarescu... Ciudat, cand am plecat spre casa m-am simtit stupid de batrana. Imi repetam in gand "10 ani" si-mi venea atat de greu sa cred... E mult. E un deceniu! Sunt ingrozitor de batrana, mi-am zis si aproape mi-au dat lacrimile, lacrimi de nostalgie... nostalgia unor vremuri lipsite de griji, nostalgia noptilor in care visele erau mai colorate si mai multe. Ciudat cum pluteam atunci intr-o stare pufoasa de bien-etre permanent. Parca verile mi se pareau mai lungi si mai misto, unele locuri le simteam altfel... locuri de care azi rad si in care nu mai calc demult. Anii aceia, anii aceia senini pe care mama imi spunea ca-i voi regreta si eu ii radeam in nas... Anii in care prietenul meu din liceu m-a dus la "10 things I hate about you" (geesus intre timp Heath Ledger a si murit) si la primul film din seria "Mumia" (ganditi-va ca ruleaza de cateva saptamani bune "Mumia3"). Trec prin Romana, prin fata pe la KFC, locul nostru de intalnire... acolo veneau toti prietenii cand ieseam in oras. E plin de pusti acum... Imi vine sa zambesc si fug... fug inainte sa apuce vreunul sa-mi strecoare vreun "saru'mana"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-283491180745330268?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/283491180745330268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=283491180745330268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/283491180745330268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/283491180745330268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/08/ani-de-liceu.html' title='Ani de Liceu...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKrMz8bprNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iogVIoed5q0/s72-c/the_mummy_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5324767577419447868</id><published>2008-08-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:28:34.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic Romanian Version by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKmVGrjxn_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/oAelp_9Fs8w/s1600-h/titanic.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKmVGrjxn_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/oAelp_9Fs8w/s400/titanic.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235879983799443442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl:&lt;br /&gt;Look, Jack, I'm flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristi:&lt;br /&gt;Cine e Jack, fa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5324767577419447868?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5324767577419447868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5324767577419447868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5324767577419447868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5324767577419447868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/08/titanic-romanian-version-by-me.html' title='Titanic Romanian Version by me'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKmVGrjxn_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/oAelp_9Fs8w/s72-c/titanic.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5283178317773858088</id><published>2008-08-15T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T05:41:59.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show must go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKV5i4YQJfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ds4Oibc1usU/s1600-h/showmustgoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKV5i4YQJfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ds4Oibc1usU/s400/showmustgoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234723782044689906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am intors din vacanta de vreo luna si am bagat in fortza pe niste kestii misto. Client misto, brief misto, ideile au curs!&lt;br /&gt;Si eu am revenit. In real life si online! So, here I am again.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5283178317773858088?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5283178317773858088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5283178317773858088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5283178317773858088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5283178317773858088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-must-go-on.html' title='show must go on'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SKV5i4YQJfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ds4Oibc1usU/s72-c/showmustgoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4657565550219782061</id><published>2008-05-23T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:07:56.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am fugit...</title><content type='html'>Am fugit 1 luna si jumatate de propriul meu blog. Azi cand am vrut sa intru, nici macar nu mi-a mai luat adresa automat. Brusc m-am ingrijorat. Trebuie sa fac ceva. N-o sa-l las sa moara asa cum am facut cu micul meu caiet de poezii sau cu piesele de teatru incepute in nenumarate randuri. Si totusi am fugit de blogul meu. M-a speriat responsabilitatea de a scrie regulat si am facut ce fac de obicei. Am bagat capul in nisip ca strutul. Mi-am zis incontinuu "blog, ce blog? eu n-am blog..." Azi m-au cuprins sentimentele acelea groaznice de vina. Am inceput sa scriu si simteam ca-mi scartaie incheietura. Ba, mai mult! Imi gasesc greu cuvintele si trebuie sa stau pe-o fraza mai mult decat in mod normal. Deci luati acest post ca pe un exercitiu oarecum ingalat si timid de revenire in fortza. Ok... deci sa revin... Barcelona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-4657565550219782061?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/4657565550219782061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=4657565550219782061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4657565550219782061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4657565550219782061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-fugit.html' title='Am fugit...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3608198322240462478</id><published>2008-04-16T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:43:18.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.... wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SAYCUpDpdUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rtAc7Juugrs/s1600-h/Globetrotter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SAYCUpDpdUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rtAc7Juugrs/s400/Globetrotter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189838174232868162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepe sambata. De dimineata masina va parasi Bucurestiul indreptandu-se cu viteza legala catre Brasov. Ajunse in centrul vechi, langa Biserica Neagra, pe strada Johannes Gott, vom parca. Urmeaza plimbarea lunga prin minunatul centru vechi, prajiturile de la Vatra Ardealului. Noaptea e petrecere in cetate. Duminica dormim pana tarziu, foarte tarziu. Ne intoarcem luni seara. Marti la munca. Trei saptamani trec intr-o clipa. DEPARTURES. Pe 14 ne suim in avion si seara suntem in Barcelona, colindand strazile colorate. Shopping: papucei, rochite, gentute posh-like. Dali, Sagrada Familia si cam atat. Nu suport obiectivele turistice. Prefer sa le spun asa... ele se mai numesc si culturale, but that would certainly make me look stupid. Nopti cu multe grade in sange, fun, fun, fun. ARRIVALS. Inca trei saptamani de munca. Dimineata... o zi de iunie.  DEPARTURES. Ma imbarc in avionul catre Nisa. Palais de Festival. E acolo unde l-am lasat si anul trecut. Ma perind printre cele mai tari lucrari de advertising din lume si ma simt mica... mica, dar in crestere. Intre seminarii fac ceva plaja si ma scald. Iubesc Mediterana. O sa mananc iar paste cu ton rosu la Laura. Inchin o portie in cinstea lui Mihai ca m-a rugat frumos. Saptamana trece repede. Vad tot felul de fete cunoscute de romani. Ii salut, ei se uita in alta parte. Suntem mult prea cool noi, cei din industrie.... Sper ca JC Decaux sa aiba si anul asta plaja cu bunatati deschisa. ARRIVALS. E cald, foarte cald. Stau prin casa ca am aer conditionat. In week-end o mai ard prin Vama. Ma duc la Metallica. DEPARTURES. Destinatie: Spania, Costa del sol. Zile insorite in care zac la soare si inot... inot enorm. Cocktailuri colorate, inghetata, paella. Miam. Pielea e arsa, ochii se fac verzi, verzi ca marea, parul se deschide oribil la culoare, calcaiele se inaspresc. ARRIVALS. 3 zile sa-mi spal lucrurile. DEPARTURES. London. Orasul freamata. Ma plimb cu Mihai. Nu mai am bani demult. Noroc cu el!:) trebuie sa ma abtin de la shopping. Sau mai bine imi maresc inca o data over draftul. E mai simplu. Vreau sa merg la club, el nu vrea. Seara pic obosita de atata mers, spre fericirea lui ca n-o sa mai insist cu iesitul. ARRIVALS. Cred ca o sa dorm vreo 2 zile. Shhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: characters and actions in the text above are pure fiction for the moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3608198322240462478?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3608198322240462478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3608198322240462478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3608198322240462478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3608198322240462478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/04/wishful-thinking.html' title='.... wishful thinking'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/SAYCUpDpdUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rtAc7Juugrs/s72-c/Globetrotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-9095074039071039506</id><published>2008-03-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:19:59.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imi plac lucrurile vechi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pbgiNURMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hWvZPBGo5hc/s1600-h/doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pbgiNURMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hWvZPBGo5hc/s400/doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182054935739778242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pZ-iNURLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/41g4QUegDO8/s1600-h/camee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pZ-iNURLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/41g4QUegDO8/s400/camee.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182053252112598194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si nu pentru ca a fi retro e pe trend. NU NU. si nu lucrurile vechi la modul antichitati. antichitatile nu-mi plac. au un miros ranced de praf statut si nu mi le-as pune niciodata in casa. cu greu imi pot imagina un sfesnic din vremuri pierdute pe imaculatul pervaz al termopanului din sufragerie... sau ma rog... din living.&lt;br /&gt;imi plac lucrurile vechi si misterioase. imi plac cameele, dar nu am la ce sa le port. mi-am luat una o data. am tinut-o putin in mana si am parasit-o intr-cutie de plastic, una dintre cele 5 in care imi tin gablonturile, plasticele colorate achizitionate de-a lungul vremii. &lt;br /&gt;imi plac pantofii vechi si sticlutele de parfum cu pietre incrustate pe care mama le ferea de manutele mele de copil jucaus. imi plac oglinjoarele cu broderii pe spate si papusile acelea ciudate, mult prea imbracate in danteluri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-9095074039071039506?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/9095074039071039506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=9095074039071039506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/9095074039071039506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/9095074039071039506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/03/imi-plac-lucrurile-vechi.html' title='imi plac lucrurile vechi...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pbgiNURMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/hWvZPBGo5hc/s72-c/doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7137113859004299678</id><published>2008-03-26T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T06:58:36.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt ocupata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pWgCNURKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wS1Nc2zd44A/s1600-h/busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R-pWgCNURKI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wS1Nc2zd44A/s400/busy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182049429591704738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt asa de ocupata ca n-as vrea sa ma mai sune nimeni. Sunt asa de ocupata ca n-am timp sa vorbesc. Sunt foarte ocupata... nu mai pot sa scriu. Sunt atat de ocupata ca nu stiu ce se intampla in lume. Sunt atat de ocupata ca nu stiu ce se intampla in tara sau in Bucuresti, macar. De fapt, sunt asa de ocupata ca nu stiu ce se intampla langa mine. Cred ca ar putea sa plece toti oamenii de aici si eu tot nu mi-as da seama. Pentru ca sunt foarte ocupata. Sunt atat de ocupata pentru ca am lucruri importante de facut, dar ca pentru ca sunt prea ocupata nu reusesc sa le fac niciodata si pentru ca sunt prea ocupata sa fac lucrurile importante acum, atunci o sa fiu ocupata si de acum incolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7137113859004299678?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7137113859004299678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7137113859004299678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7137113859004299678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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vreau sa ma fac misto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xorK4CmJ_EY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xorK4CmJ_EY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXk9hJG3MHs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXk9hJG3MHs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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misto...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4908399296712514954</id><published>2008-03-17T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:58:07.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gondry strikes again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7C8nHAAs70&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7C8nHAAs70&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be kind rewind", ultimul film in regia lui Michel Gondry:)&lt;br /&gt;Da da este fix regizorul de videoclipuri (radio head, daft punk sau chemical brothers) sau regizorul de reclame (Levi's, Nesscafe). Omul este chiar tare. Aviz celor care vor sa-l cunoasca mai bine, recomand filmele "Human Nature" si "The Science of Sleep".&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-4908399296712514954?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/4908399296712514954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=4908399296712514954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4908399296712514954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/4908399296712514954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/03/gondry-strikes-again.html' title='Gondry strikes again'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-922629853706572892</id><published>2008-02-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:21:33.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt Cobain</title><content type='html'>zilele astea e un documentar pe Discovery "The last 48 hours of Kurt Cobain". merita:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-922629853706572892?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/922629853706572892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=922629853706572892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/922629853706572892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/922629853706572892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/kurt-cobain.html' title='Kurt Cobain'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-4614532653625149142</id><published>2008-02-25T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T08:17:36.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lake of fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oVvkNp4GdA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7oVvkNp4GdA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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fire'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-190143613519562157</id><published>2008-02-12T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:09:15.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6W5ZH-JwSg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6W5ZH-JwSg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-190143613519562157?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/190143613519562157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=190143613519562157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/190143613519562157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/190143613519562157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/sexy-boy.html' title='Sexy Boy'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3939530354745860718</id><published>2008-02-11T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:27:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cansei de ser sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OZzJbWKkdg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OZzJbWKkdg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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title='un petit truc que j&apos;aime...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-2936591200523055133</id><published>2008-02-08T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:23:50.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cam asa...</title><content type='html'>Treceam a 10-a si inca mai credeam ca Zburatorul ajunge pana la etajul 4... Urmaream cu nesat virginal orice film american cu multi tineri: petreceri monstru, baieti frumosi, fete cuminti, povesti de dragoste aparent imposibile etc. Cenusarese moderne cu gentute de la Prada si printi rebeli care cantau la chitara electronica si nu fumau tutun. &lt;br /&gt;In acea vara, la cinematograful Studio, am vazut "10 things I hate about you" si Patrick Verona (Heath Ledger) mi s-a parut foarte tare. Si eu imi doream un baiat rau in inocenta mea, un baiat rebel, certat cu orice lege a firii pe care eu urma sa-l aduc pe calea cea buna si care se va fi indragostit nebuneste de mine. Urma sa fugim in lume de mana si sa traim fericiti pana la adanci batraneti. Anii au trecut, aproape uitasem acest film cu desavarsire si totusi am simit ceva absurd cand eroul meu simbolic si-a dat obstescul sfarsit in urma unei supradoze de pastile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tind sa cred ca Zburatorul chiar nu ajunge la etajul 4 si ca barbatilor nu le place sa cante romantze pe stadionul de fotbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIW7WXPb-dc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BIW7WXPb-dc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-2936591200523055133?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/2936591200523055133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=2936591200523055133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2936591200523055133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/2936591200523055133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/cam-asa.html' title='cam asa...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-5604141862513225548</id><published>2008-02-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T07:08:45.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May he rest in peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3p-cw5gU9w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3p-cw5gU9w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-5604141862513225548?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/5604141862513225548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=5604141862513225548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5604141862513225548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/5604141862513225548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/may-he-rest-in-peace.html' title='May he rest in peace.'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-7366601179987175692</id><published>2008-02-06T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:20:19.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri din copilarie...</title><content type='html'>Cand nu ne ducea tata la cinematograful Melodia sa vedem Rambo, Robocop sau Predator (intotdeauna am suspectat ca el voia cel mai mult sa vada filmele astea:)), stateam cu totii si ne uitam la televizor, aliniati pe canapeaua din sufragerie. Printre primele filme de referinta de dupa revolutie - "Neverending story": am ras, am plans, am stat cu sufletul la gura, m-am indragostit iremediabil de Atreyu, am vrut sa fiu printesa, i-am cerut lu' tata un caine zburator... &lt;br /&gt;In memoriam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MccmHwA-c4U&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MccmHwA-c4U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-7366601179987175692?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/7366601179987175692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=7366601179987175692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7366601179987175692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/7366601179987175692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/amintiri-din-copilarie.html' title='amintiri din copilarie...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-38137263093249361</id><published>2008-02-06T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:05:21.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sfarsitul depresiei... STOP!!! STAY AWAY FROM MEEEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8uI_4Uc-XKY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8uI_4Uc-XKY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-38137263093249361?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/38137263093249361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=38137263093249361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/38137263093249361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/38137263093249361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/sfarsitul-depresiei-stop-stay-away-from.html' title='sfarsitul depresiei... STOP!!! STAY AWAY FROM MEEEE!'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3680392567501050158</id><published>2008-02-04T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:59:45.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am water, my friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R6cZiNjXXQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PQcci5dsza8/s1600-h/tear+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R6cZiNjXXQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PQcci5dsza8/s400/tear+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163123573347802370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cazut o lacrima. E jos, pe parchet. Sclipeste putin. Ma uit la ea. Ma vad in ea. Devin ea. Ma scufund incet in lacrima mea. Vreau sa ma inec in ea, dar nu pot. E atat de sarata incat orice as face ma duce in sus. Respir, desi nu vreau. Te aud inca. Te aud si incerc din nou sa ma scufund. Simt un gust sarat in gura... Deschid ochii si ma ustura. As vrea sa plang din nou, dar lacrima mea nu ma lasa. &lt;br /&gt;Ma duc in jos. Am reusit! Zambesc. Nu-mi mai simt mainile. Smucesc privirea catre ele. S-au transformat in apa si curg. Curg si eu cu ele. &lt;br /&gt;Ai deschis brusc usa. E curent si lacrima care sclipea s-a uscat. Pe parchet a mai ramas putina sare, dar nu stie nimeni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3680392567501050158?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3680392567501050158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3680392567501050158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3680392567501050158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3680392567501050158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-water-my-friend.html' title='I am water, my friend...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R6cZiNjXXQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PQcci5dsza8/s72-c/tear+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-1085582747158735542</id><published>2008-02-04T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T04:50:56.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R6cKG9jXXPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U1RXF1HzP3Q/s1600-h/feel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R6cKG9jXXPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U1RXF1HzP3Q/s400/feel.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163106612521950450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am simtit mirosul, mirosul de piele dulce-acrisor, mirosul tau de fulgi de porumb cu lapte. Ti-am simtit rasuflarea, respiratia ingreunata si sacadata. Ti-am simtit pasii, tarziu in noapte, furisandu-se spre pat. Poate ti-ai fi dorit sa nu-i simt, sa nu stiu ca ai venit, sa visez in lumea mea. Ti-am simtit trupul, intinzandu-se usor langa al meu si am vazut printre pleoape lumina televizorului aprins. Ti-am simtit atingerea si imbratisarea care ar fi trebuit sa ma faca sa iert totul din nou. Ti-am simtit nepasarea. Am simtit cand te-ai intors indiferent pe partea cealalta si-ai adormit fara sa te intrebi. Ti-am simtit, de dimineata, in glas indoiala, frica sa nu-mi amintesc ceva, sa nu-ti mai spun nimic. Si nu ti-am spus pentru ca nu am mai simtit nimic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-1085582747158735542?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/1085582747158735542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=1085582747158735542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1085582747158735542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/1085582747158735542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/02/simt.html' title='Simt...'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R6cKG9jXXPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U1RXF1HzP3Q/s72-c/feel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-3037430629433349468</id><published>2008-01-29T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T09:27:23.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si daca?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R59hxdjXXOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QuX5JJYEVn4/s1600-h/what+if.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R59hxdjXXOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QuX5JJYEVn4/s400/what+if.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160951200364322018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca as pleca acum departe? Si daca m-as duce unde e cald si soare? Si daca m-as apuca de scuba diving? Si daca as intra in apa si as vedea o multime de pesti colorati? Si daca as face plaja si m-as rumeni un pic in obraji? Si daca as sta cu un cocktail imens si roz pe malul oceanului, fara nici o grija? Si daca Dan nu mi-ar spune chiar in clipa asta ca in Australia, in ocean, sunt serpi, crocodili de apa sarata si multi rechini? Si daca totul ar fi mai simplu?&lt;br /&gt;Si daca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, plec acasa si ma culc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2922613537676809394-3037430629433349468?l=memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/feeds/3037430629433349468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2922613537676809394&amp;postID=3037430629433349468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3037430629433349468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2922613537676809394/posts/default/3037430629433349468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriileuneitipemisto.blogspot.com/2008/01/si-daca.html' title='Si daca?'/><author><name>pinkydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06753286792490098124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/ScU3zGF34bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mhF--rgUXYY/S220/n775053663_1148880_1478.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R59hxdjXXOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/QuX5JJYEVn4/s72-c/what+if.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2922613537676809394.post-941089163516960515</id><published>2008-01-10T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:34:19.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si cateva imagini de vacanta... edificatoare:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4YszoACaGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hQCVrR-9NcU/s1600-h/IMG_6938mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4YszoACaGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hQCVrR-9NcU/s400/IMG_6938mic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153856088994637922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4Ysr4ACaFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wAX9h9VbWtw/s1600-h/IMG_6670mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4Ysr4ACaFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wAX9h9VbWtw/s400/IMG_6670mic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153855955850651730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4YskoACaEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X0rcFwhkz50/s1600-h/IMG_6619mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4YskoACaEI/AAAAAAAAAF8/X0rcFwhkz50/s400/IMG_6619mic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153855831296600130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMnUkYcwH1g/R4YsZoACaDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jpqoDtaAvkM/s1600-h/IMG_6456mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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