<?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-2212210938942297832</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:19:39.241-07:00</updated><category term='camels'/><category term='camel'/><category term='tunisia'/><category term='love'/><category term='sahara'/><category term='sand'/><title type='text'>Discovering the world !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tibi_vaidean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549394975316268901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJd7jkrfxTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MB8yqXKP_Y/S220/IMG_7282.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212210938942297832.post-7558061746665612045</id><published>2008-09-09T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:50:23.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>?Love?</title><content type='html'>So. I don’t even know where to continue. I`m in Bucharest. I hate the thought of being here. And not being at home. With her. Can you make mistakes in a relationship by caring too much? And when is it too much? And when do you start to learn from your mistakes? I guess it depends, from person to person. Can you love somebody too much? And can that hurt your relationship? I have learned that yes it can. Well not directly. Don`t get me wrong. It`s ok to love somebody as much as you can but you can do much wrong being too “in your face”. But why? Why cant I show it, why can`t I be sincere about it? Well that`s exactly it. You make her or him lose interest in you by showing everything at once. You have to put it all in small bottles and give your partner really small doses so you leave them wanting more every time. Well I failed miserably and did exactly the opposite of what I`m preaching here. And now suffering from it should seem just fair. But I don’t want to. I don’t want to suffer just because I`m giving somebody all my love. Where is this wrong? It`s really unfair. Really really unfair. You finally have a person you would do everything for and you can`t…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Maybe it is suffocating, and in the end you can`t force somebody to feel som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ething. They either do or they don`t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And that`s it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa2thHQogI/AAAAAAAAABo/3gBTj83wNfU/s1600-h/lov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa2thHQogI/AAAAAAAAABo/3gBTj83wNfU/s320/lov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244079709218710018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212210938942297832-7558061746665612045?l=tibicarlos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/feeds/7558061746665612045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212210938942297832&amp;postID=7558061746665612045' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default/7558061746665612045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default/7558061746665612045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='?Love?'/><author><name>tibi_vaidean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549394975316268901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJd7jkrfxTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MB8yqXKP_Y/S220/IMG_7282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa2thHQogI/AAAAAAAAABo/3gBTj83wNfU/s72-c/lov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212210938942297832.post-7651131867471473848</id><published>2008-09-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:41:28.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sahara'/><title type='text'>Tunisia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went and visited Tunisia and these are my thoughts about it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First on if u can avoid flying low cost do it. It`s really a nag when a queer steward can only speak Arabic and anything you say he responds with a stupid smile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;stayed at Orient Palace in Sousse, really nice place, accommodations are excellent. Not really a five star place but more of a cool four. If you `re there (in Sousse) don`t miss out on visiting the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; bazaar and Port el Kantaoui. And you should really take the tour through the Sahara, that`s a thing worth doing, but only if you` re up to the fearsome power of the tour bus air conditioning. It can kill you! Ha x 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa05uUdHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/PeUxp06HeoA/s1600-h/kantaoui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa05uUdHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/PeUxp06HeoA/s320/kantaoui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244077719898889250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Port El Kantaoui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The camels are super sweet and riding the jeeps&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the desert is a thing of its own. Super sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa0It08DgI/AAAAAAAAABY/c8aQfuRqu6I/s1600-h/the+real+said.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa0It08DgI/AAAAAAAAABY/c8aQfuRqu6I/s320/the+real+said.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244076877953109506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My camel Said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Otherwise people are the same all over the world. Wherever you go they want to rip you off. The only difference is in the way they do it. If you got to Tunisia negotiate, bargain and negotiate some more or you`ll come home with no money at all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We stayed at the hotel with a group of Romanian tourists from Bucharest who we were somewhat afraid of. But they turned out ok, invisible even. The most annoying were the Hungarians who I hoped would be more civilized. But no. They were loud they were annoying and they were everywhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So all in all it was a trip worth taking, seeing something new, at times beautiful even but I won`t go back there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212210938942297832-7651131867471473848?l=tibicarlos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/feeds/7651131867471473848/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212210938942297832&amp;postID=7651131867471473848' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default/7651131867471473848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default/7651131867471473848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/2008/09/tunisia.html' title='Tunisia'/><author><name>tibi_vaidean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549394975316268901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJd7jkrfxTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MB8yqXKP_Y/S220/IMG_7282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SMa05uUdHCI/AAAAAAAAABg/PeUxp06HeoA/s72-c/kantaoui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212210938942297832.post-8152658473165399920</id><published>2008-08-04T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:21:29.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First article</title><content type='html'>There is too much to tell about myself and i would lose track of what i want to say in this blog!&lt;br /&gt;First of all this will be no journal. I don`t have the time for it nor do i have sufficient patience to write an article every day.  Therefore people visiting this blog will only encounter bits and pieces of my life... things that are out of the ordinary or things that just lead me on my way to see this world as it is. And yes opinions on this and that and moments that change my life or my view of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJeIo5Bb_3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PI01TV2qsWA/s1600-h/Balea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJeIo5Bb_3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PI01TV2qsWA/s320/Balea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230799728297115506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                 This view  was like.... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimists are optimists well informed!&lt;br /&gt;That`s why i don`t take nothing for granted and i only belive what i see for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t dare go into such complicated subjects as were : talking about how people are. You will see now and then that i`ll be dissapointed in them but be not surprised. This  the way they are. Be prepared and whatch the signs(they tell you a lot)!&lt;br /&gt;My biggest wish on this planet (besides winning the lottery) is to have the chance and opportunity to travel... and travel a lot i shall. I want to see everything there is to be seen. I am not gealous of other people, i swear. Only this one thing makes me jealous : If everyone gets to see  the world and i don`t. It wouldn`t be fair to be stuck in one place. No one should be.&lt;br /&gt;Let` say that this summer is somewhat the cornerstone of my life. Sitting on it and looking back makes no sense although i regret none of what has happened. But sitting on it and looking foward, setting goals and getting them accomplished  is a pretty ok thing to do. Why now?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because now i feel more at peace with the world then ever! Maybe because i am so madly and sincerely in love or maybe because this is the first summer i really get to travel after a long and exhausting year!&lt;br /&gt;My first journey was  an intersting one.... a road trip with my favourite ally Isti. Places we visited in chronological order : Sighisoara, Slimnic, Sibiu, Balea Lac, Bran, Brasov, Miercurea Ciuc, Bucin, Lacul Rosu, Cheile Bicazului, Piatra Neamt, Szarhegy, Ditro and home! Quite a long week wasn`t it? I will not tell you about all of them... only that it was very good, a nice experience . The most beautiful town was Sibiu and the  most beautiful place was Balea Lac. Go there!&lt;br /&gt;What have i learnt? That Romania is beautiful. You don`t need see it as Romania, but look at it from the perspective of the tourist or the lens of a camera wich captures only things that you like and want to see.  A camera wich leaves the problems, hurts and all negative things out of the picture it takes! And yes these photographs will follow or you have already seen them here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJgaXrQ1JfI/AAAAAAAAABI/_zVMOVe5YuU/s1600-h/Pslm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJgaXrQ1JfI/AAAAAAAAABI/_zVMOVe5YuU/s320/Pslm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230959961243461106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slimnic castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJga6n9k5HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rJxSV4KZoFE/s1600-h/slm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJga6n9k5HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rJxSV4KZoFE/s320/slm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960561652819058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peasants in the 16th century or so used most of the castle`s bricks to build their houses. That explains the bad shape of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212210938942297832-8152658473165399920?l=tibicarlos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/feeds/8152658473165399920/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212210938942297832&amp;postID=8152658473165399920' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default/8152658473165399920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212210938942297832/posts/default/8152658473165399920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tibicarlos.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-article.html' title='First article'/><author><name>tibi_vaidean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11549394975316268901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJd7jkrfxTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-MB8yqXKP_Y/S220/IMG_7282.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDKrxGvUhjc/SJeIo5Bb_3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/PI01TV2qsWA/s72-c/Balea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
