<?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-8252280622572630145</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:06:43.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poli ©</title><subtitle type='html'>Meaningless non-sense and conversations..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Poli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683292448557937976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4G4fvuXAuU/TdeRW6-d4VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CTXA9YMen6s/s220/IMG_4276.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252280622572630145.post-988819886486206950</id><published>2008-12-28T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:43:22.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Maguire (written by Cameron Crowe)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_64--RJzdT0s/SVfHOdHekgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/K53pkWhuISE/s1600-h/jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Jerry:&lt;/i&gt; Hello. Hello. I'm looking for my wife...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dorothy looks up, robbed of words. Stunned, she does not move and looks quite apprehensive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jerry:&lt;/i&gt; Wait. Okay, okay. Okay. If this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen. I'm not letting you get rid of me. How about that? This used to be my specialty. You know, I was good in the living room. They'd send me in there, I'd do it alone. And now I just... I don't know. But tonight, our little project, our company, had a very big night. A very, very big night. But it wasn't complete, wasn't nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn't share it with you. I couldn't hear your voice, or laugh about it with you. I missed my wife. We live in a cynical world, a cynical, cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors. I love you. You complete me. And if I just had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dorothy: (interrupting) &lt;/i&gt;Shut up. Just shut up.....You had me at hello. You had me at hello. " &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64--RJzdT0s/SVfHrXgAUCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6coJMSm_ucQ/s1600-h/jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284912235599122466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64--RJzdT0s/SVfHrXgAUCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6coJMSm_ucQ/s400/jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help posting it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the movie is a bit of a classic, oldish one; yes, the love story is more than undesirable for anyone who dreams about Hollywood-branded kind of a romance; indeed she is not the self-suficient, indestructible sort of a woman...But to me, tonight, when I happend to re-watch the film, the entire realism of their "thing" stroke me as ravashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do understand commitment, and loyalty and some parts of love..I definetly appreciate her forgiving and kind nature, as I realize women usually lack that sooo badly!And obviously I am intrigued by he's getting a hold of himself and coming to his senses.. But how realistic is this at the end of the day? And how do you really judge a &lt;strong&gt;"happy ending"&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,dear..&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things we think and do not say&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252280622572630145-988819886486206950?l=polimic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/feeds/988819886486206950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252280622572630145&amp;postID=988819886486206950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/988819886486206950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/988819886486206950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/2008/12/jerry-maguire-written-by-cameron-crowe.html' title='Jerry Maguire (written by Cameron Crowe)'/><author><name>Poli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683292448557937976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4G4fvuXAuU/TdeRW6-d4VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CTXA9YMen6s/s220/IMG_4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_64--RJzdT0s/SVfHrXgAUCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6coJMSm_ucQ/s72-c/jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252280622572630145.post-8944649908743139078</id><published>2008-12-27T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:52:39.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like winter..</title><content type='html'>It started snowing in my town today..After quite a wait, I woke up in a discrete white scenery. The first thought that crossed my mind made me search the following lines up and post them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-nceput de ieri sa cada&lt;br /&gt;Cite-un fulg, acum a stat,&lt;br /&gt;Norii s-au mai razbunat&lt;br /&gt;Spre apus, dar stau gramada&lt;br /&gt;Peste sat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu e soare, dar e bine,&lt;br /&gt;Si pe rau e numai fum,&lt;br /&gt;Vintu-i linistit acum,&lt;br /&gt;Dar navalnic vuiet vine&lt;br /&gt;De pe drum.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sint copii. Cu multe sanii&lt;br /&gt;De pe coasta vin tipind,&lt;br /&gt;Si se-nping si sar razind;&lt;br /&gt;Prin zapada fac matanii&lt;br /&gt;Vrand-nevrand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gura fac ca roata morii:&lt;br /&gt;Si de-a valma se pornesc,&lt;br /&gt;Cum prin gard se galcevesc&lt;br /&gt;Vrabii gurese, cind norii&lt;br /&gt;Ploi vestesc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cei mai mari acum, din sfada,&lt;br /&gt;Stau pe-ncaiereste pusi:&lt;br /&gt;Cei mai mici, de foame-adusi,&lt;br /&gt;Se scancesc si plang gramada&lt;br /&gt;Pe la usi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Colo-n colt acum rasare&lt;br /&gt;Un copil, al nu stiu cui:&lt;br /&gt;Largi de-un cot sunt pasii lui,&lt;br /&gt;Iar el mic, caci pe carare&lt;br /&gt;Parca nu-i.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Haina-i maturind pamantul&lt;br /&gt;Si-o taraste-abea-abea;&lt;br /&gt;Cinci ca el incap in ea;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mai bata, soro, vintul&lt;br /&gt;Dac-o vrea!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El e sol, precum se vede,&lt;br /&gt;Ma-sa l-a trimis in sat,&lt;br /&gt;Vezi, de-aceea-i incruntat,&lt;br /&gt;Si s-avanta, si se crede&lt;br /&gt;Ca-i barbat!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cade-n branci si se ridica&lt;br /&gt;Dand pe ceafa putintel&lt;br /&gt;Toata lana unui miel-&lt;br /&gt;O caciula mai voinica&lt;br /&gt;Decat el...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si tot vine, tot inoata,&lt;br /&gt;Dar deodata cu ochi vii,&lt;br /&gt;Sta pe loc - sa mi te tii!&lt;br /&gt;Colo, zgomotoasa glota&lt;br /&gt;De copii!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;El degraba-n jur chiteste&lt;br /&gt;Vrun ocol, caci e pierdut,&lt;br /&gt;Dar copiii l-au vazut!&lt;br /&gt;Toata ceata navaleste&lt;br /&gt;Pe-ntrecut.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Uita-i, ma, caciula, frate,&lt;br /&gt;Mare cat o zi de post&lt;br /&gt;Aoleu, ce urs mi-a fost!&lt;br /&gt;Au sub dansa sapte sate&lt;br /&gt;Adapost!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Unii-l iau grabit la vale,&lt;br /&gt;Altii-n gluma parte-i tin&lt;br /&gt;Uite-i, fara pic de vin&lt;br /&gt;S-au jurat sa-mbete-n cale&lt;br /&gt;Pe crestin!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vine-o baba-ncet pe strada&lt;br /&gt;In cojocul rupt al ei&lt;br /&gt;Si incins cu sfori de tei,&lt;br /&gt;Sta pe loc acum sa vada&lt;br /&gt;Si ea ce-i.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;S-otereste rau batrana&lt;br /&gt;Pentru micul Barba-Cot.&lt;br /&gt;-"Ati inebunit de tot-&lt;br /&gt;Puiul mamii, da-mi tu mana&lt;br /&gt;Sa te scot!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cica vrei sa stringi cu paie&lt;br /&gt;Focul cand e-n clai cu fan,&lt;br /&gt;Si-apoi zici ca esti roman!&lt;br /&gt;Biata bab-a-ntrat in laie&lt;br /&gt;La stapan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ca pe-o bufnit-o-nconjoara&lt;br /&gt;Si-o petrec cu chiu, cu vai,&lt;br /&gt;Si se tin de dansa scai.&lt;br /&gt;Plina-i stramta ulicioara&lt;br /&gt;De alai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu e chip sa-i faci cu buna&lt;br /&gt;Sa-si pazeasca drumul lor!&lt;br /&gt;Rad si sar intr-un picior,&lt;br /&gt;Se-nvartesc si tipa-ntruna&lt;br /&gt;Mai cu zor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Baba si-a uitat invatul;&lt;br /&gt;Bate,-njura, da din mani;&lt;br /&gt;-"Dracilor, santeti pagani?&lt;br /&gt;Maica mea! Sa stai cu batul,&lt;br /&gt;Ca la cani!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si cu batul se-nvirteste&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa-si faca-n jur ocol:&lt;br /&gt;Dar abia e locul gol,&lt;br /&gt;Si multimea navaleste&lt;br /&gt;Iarasi stol.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ba se rascolesc si canii&lt;br /&gt;De prin curti, si sar la ei.&lt;br /&gt;Pe la garduri ies femei,&lt;br /&gt;Se urnesc mirati barbatii&lt;br /&gt;Din bordei.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-"Ce-i pe drum atata gura?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Nu-i nimic. Copii srengari."&lt;br /&gt;-"Ei, auzi! Vedea-i-as mari,&lt;br /&gt;Parca trece-adunatura&lt;br /&gt;De tatari"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;George Cosbuc - 1896 Fire de tort &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252280622572630145-8944649908743139078?l=polimic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/feeds/8944649908743139078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252280622572630145&amp;postID=8944649908743139078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/8944649908743139078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/8944649908743139078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like-winter.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like winter..'/><author><name>Poli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683292448557937976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4G4fvuXAuU/TdeRW6-d4VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CTXA9YMen6s/s220/IMG_4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252280622572630145.post-9113143578200063708</id><published>2008-12-26T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:10:51.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top10 New Year resolutions</title><content type='html'>NY(to be read as New Year, not New York!) is the only mere celebration of time passing (us) by.. In my case that always forces me to get introspective and assess various aspects in my life..&lt;em&gt;How much have I learnt this past year?How much have I seen? What was good? What did I miss? Where did I miss out?&lt;/em&gt; ..I can hardly answer &lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;, for it just implies too much effort as I see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, that introspection turns to thoughts of self-improvement and the annual ritual of making resolutions, as I previously blogged about, which offer the first of many important tools for remaking, reshaping ourselves, growing and blossoming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following list is the result of an extensive survey, which consisted of over 300,000 responses worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Lose Weight and Get in Better Physical Shape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Do we ever like the way our bodies actually look like?Are we ever fit enough, or pretty enough? Do magazines picture ever make us feel better rather than depress us?&lt;em&gt;...Can we quit the chocolate addiction?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Stick to a Budget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I have the impression this one was influenced and directed to  women mostly too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Debt Reduction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   No comment, I am only 21.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Enjoy More Quality Time with Family &amp; Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Since Christmas is so close as a time range, it would happen for this to pop up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Find My Soul Mate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This one needs no further eleboration :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Quit Smoking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Classic..Classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Find a Better Job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Maybe.We are currently dealing with a serious financial crisis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Learn Something New&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ..Every day!That is what they taught me in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Volunteer and Help Others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Checked in my case.(this is too americanized honestly speaking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. Get organized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Definetly a possibility! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFERENCE: &lt;/strong&gt;These results were gathered from &lt;a href="http://www.goalsguy.com/Events/n_top-ten-resolutions.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... what are your 2009 resolutions? Anything more creative and inovative?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252280622572630145-9113143578200063708?l=polimic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/feeds/9113143578200063708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252280622572630145&amp;postID=9113143578200063708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/9113143578200063708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/9113143578200063708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/2008/12/top10-new-year-resolutions-nyto-be-read.html' title='Top10 New Year resolutions'/><author><name>Poli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683292448557937976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4G4fvuXAuU/TdeRW6-d4VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CTXA9YMen6s/s220/IMG_4276.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8252280622572630145.post-3281664803606709942</id><published>2008-12-26T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:49:33.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam Pam..</title><content type='html'>Ain't it funny?...how it all evolves, and grows, and you get here again? I stand today (almost) at the edge of the new and fresh and sparkling-shiny 2009. For the time being, there is not one reason why not entering it with all the confidence and optimism in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/calendar/custom.html?year=2009&amp;amp;country=19&amp;amp;lang=ro&amp;amp;lang2=en&amp;amp;hol=25&amp;amp;hcl=2&amp;amp;wno=1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283896625628170242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64--RJzdT0s/SVQr_FhzyAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vG2d7petyCA/s400/tree+calendar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only that I hate, sincerely, I loath the "self-debriefing" that should be taking place sometime these days! &lt;em&gt;How was 2008?What did you do well? What could be improved?Why...? How...?&lt;/em&gt; And the queue can go on and on and on... This self-inspection process, that is natural and that &lt;strong&gt;must (I never believe in this verb) &lt;/strong&gt;take place, at least from time to time, seems so big, so huge, so enormeous a cliche right now that the mere thought about it spoils it all for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deeply support a &lt;em&gt;"no regrets" &lt;/em&gt;policy of living your life..As long as the learning process about yourself and for yourself still happens in more, let's call it, un-orthodox manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 resolutions for me?&lt;br /&gt;...just one for now: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BEGINNING OF THE BLOG! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8252280622572630145-3281664803606709942?l=polimic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/feeds/3281664803606709942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8252280622572630145&amp;postID=3281664803606709942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/3281664803606709942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8252280622572630145/posts/default/3281664803606709942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://polimic.blogspot.com/2008/12/aint-it-funny.html' title='Pam Pam..'/><author><name>Poli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07683292448557937976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4G4fvuXAuU/TdeRW6-d4VI/AAAAAAAAAMo/CTXA9YMen6s/s220/IMG_4276.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_64--RJzdT0s/SVQr_FhzyAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vG2d7petyCA/s72-c/tree+calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
