tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295799112011-04-22T03:19:30.480+03:00For what I want to know cannot be possibly known, I can only search reasons to understand why it can't and shouldn't be known...Andreeanoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-10712324908901637152008-12-15T00:27:00.006+02:002008-12-15T01:19:35.481+02:00dimineata, cand soarele micsoreaza umbra blocului meu pe blocul de vis-a-vis, eu vad cum bucegii iau foc de la rasarit, si mistuie de pe ei umbra carpatilor de curbura<br /><br />pe langa dambovita mirosind a scoici, marea isi duce izurile in vant si povestile in valuri<br /><br />cu metroul, in bucuresti, privind lumini in tunel sau cu trenul, pe valea jiului, peisaje sub clar de luna, printre tuneluri...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-1071232490890163715?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-80913496351923142572008-12-10T02:20:00.004+02:002008-12-15T00:26:53.190+02:00dintre lucrurile care ma fac sa vibrez, <div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOVwokQnV4M">muzica aceasta,</a></div><div>cat dureaza, ma furnica din cap pana in picioare...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-8091349635192314257?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-2940115384342794182008-11-27T23:57:00.005+02:002008-11-28T00:12:02.080+02:00parte proasta e ca ni se cere sa fim treji<br />------<br />acesta Parte, esentiala de fapt, este proasta pentru ca e greu de infaptuit.<br />de asemenea, acesta Parte este prea necunoscuta si nebanuita ca ar fi esentiala pentu locul/aria in care este (esentiala). dimpotriva, se considera valabil opusul ei. fals.<br />dar nici rost de a o explica nu este, explicata fiind, ea va fi poate stiuta de cei ce vor fi citit/auzit, dar nu inteleasa. ca si cum ai sti pe de rost E=mc2, fara sa stii de fapt ce inseamna (adica fara sa intelegi). de aceea, aceasta Parte trebuie descoperita (prin mijloacele proprii: investigatii, cugetari, atentie si observatie), fiind astfel automat si inteleasa, iar nu explicata.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-294011538434279418?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-32492907447299571482008-11-07T13:55:00.007+02:002008-11-28T00:19:19.623+02:00cu unicul scop de a face din nou reclama unor site-uri, ma apuc din nou sa scriu pe blog<br />iata ce trebuie sa vedeti, siteuri create initial pt proiectul la interfete evoluate:<br /><ul><li><a href="http://webvolution.org/"><span style="color:#ff9900;">webvolution. one web ahead</span></a> - ne ocupam cu: proiectare interfetelor web si tot ce inseaman interfete web evoluate</li><li><a href="http://web-volution.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff9900;">webvolution blog</span></a> - blogul echipei, unde va spunem chestii f interesante despre tehnologiile folosite de noi, evolutia web-ului, interfete hacker-proof si altele (interesante, bineinteles)</li></ul><p>gata reclama :D macar sunt sincera ;)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-3249290744729957148?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-44610973284693200282007-12-10T23:45:00.001+02:002008-11-28T00:18:31.515+02:00A aparut un nou site <a href="http://roxette.is.dreaming.org/">Roxette!</a> :) Contine noutati, versuri si un forum foarte activ, sper sa apara in curand si o sectiune de poze si interviuri mai ales :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-4461097328469320028?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-55276572427738074422007-10-05T18:37:00.000+03:002007-10-05T20:02:23.153+03:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >De ce cand ma simt fizic rau/sunt f obosita am o grozava pofta de a vorbi sau de a scrie...?! (altfel asemenea pofta e atipica mie :D) Si gasesc atatea lucruri de spus... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Sunt racita si ma gandesc...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" > ...la bunicul din statia de metrou, cu cinci crizanteme albe, in celofan, tinute grijuliu, cu fatza senina si parca nerabdatoare, imbracat cu pantalonii "buni" (din tinerete), cu fesul cu model uitat in varful capului, cu ochelarii mari de bunic, cu gandul la bucuria ce o vor aduce florile unei nepotzele sau fiice...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" > ...sau la tanti inalta si mai solida, in rochie vishinie, care pasea lent, cu greu si grija cu un picior, urmata de un catzel mic si curios... am vazut-o prin geamul cofetariei unde mancam o savarina, si privirea ei trista s-a intalnit pentru o clipa cu a mea... ar fi vrut sa intre si ea la cofetarie (dar ce facea cu catzelul.. iar prajitura e lux...) si ar fi vrut sa fie iar tanara... cofetaria nu mai era pentru ea, iar tineretea apusa; resemnare, grija cu sanatatea, indulcite cateodata cu un strop de zambet (interior) de la catzelul zglobiu, am vazut in privirea ei...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" >Poate doar mi s-a parut ca bunicul era nerabdator, poate ca asa se imbraca in fiecare zi sau poate ca florile erau pentru altcineva (ce frumos daca ar fi fost pentru bunica!); si catelul poate nu era al femeii... dar eu asa mi-am inchipuit si fiecare imagine m-a emotionat... pe tanti in roshie rosie mi-ar fi placut s-o iau de mana si sa o invit la o prajitura. cred ca ar fi facut-o fericita...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-5527657242773807442?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-1151693661048065622006-06-30T21:45:00.001+03:002008-11-28T00:16:16.045+02:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#339999;">Miracles do happen. Just BELIEVE! </span><br /></span><ul><li><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;">I believe an honest teardrop wipes away alot of dark stuff. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;">I believe the tiniest amount of real suffering pays back many moments of joy. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;">I believe words are really strong. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;">And I believe one moment of sincerity starts a whole series of them. </span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I believe I can CHANGE...</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-115169366104806562?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-1151626703881728772006-06-30T03:11:00.001+03:002008-11-28T00:16:38.275+02:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">I want it* PERFECT and FAIR. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">I can't be happy. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">____</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#339999;">*almost anything</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-115162670388172877?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579911.post-1150084430929299052006-06-12T06:48:00.000+03:002006-06-30T22:26:44.716+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;">Miroase a rece, a ploaie, a frunzis, a CAFEA, a fier de calcat, a curat... ca la MAMAIE :) iar eu imi imaginez gogosi mari si bune si FIERBINTI cu zahar pudra vanilat si apa rece de fantana...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579911-115008443092929905?l=netthorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andreeanoreply@blogger.com0