tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73773898562951919322024-03-14T09:57:02.448+02:00The M.F. PrincessThe M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-54374169170135072102012-01-19T22:05:00.000+02:002012-01-19T22:13:36.864+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkLi5jEnLLI/Txh4LKWml4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3F7SLGzNUv0/s1600/hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkLi5jEnLLI/Txh4LKWml4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3F7SLGzNUv0/s400/hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699437461590415234" /></a><br /><br /><br />Fii langa cei dragi...<br />Zambeste-le<br />Razi cu ei<br />Iarta-i<br />Asculta-i<br />Iubeste-i<br /><br /><br /><br />...pana nu e prea tarziuThe M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-1936090748943599112011-10-07T15:45:00.000+03:002011-10-07T15:47:49.548+03:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzdc4HxzjOcJLkz53SCaztGDddYYmB0plk0XG37G1m2KoVPxRaxmgvv1VRHote93_eru9SKJWfjeZQdzf1Dxw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-64002085484463771402011-03-13T20:31:00.000+02:002011-03-13T21:02:06.487+02:00Masti...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghq2Io8Uojo/TX0Uj3NNzZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0Xx9XsQkyrU/s1600/200316042-001poza2-150x150.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ghq2Io8Uojo/TX0Uj3NNzZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0Xx9XsQkyrU/s400/200316042-001poza2-150x150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583641719356640658" /></a><br />Asta suntem. Masti. Masti ale trecutului si ale prezentului, ale regretelor de ieri...ale adevarului nostru. Le desenam in fiecare dimineata si le stergem inainte de culcare. Cateodata ne desenam zambete care ar fi atat de dureroase daca ar lasa sa se vada macar o urma din ceea ce ascund. Nu avem puterea de a iesi pe strada simpli, asa cum suntem. Ne este teama sa ne deschidem pentru ca stim ca nici noi nu am fi in stare sa "citim" adevarul altora...nici macar pe al nostru. De ce sa privim inauntrul nostru cand putem sa ne desenam propriul adevar pe care sa il vindem contra altor astfel de "adevaruri"? Si toti ne promitem ca este ultima data. Seara, ne uitam in oglinda si NE VEDEM. Fara masca...fara zambete colorate... Ne recunoastem? N-am vrea. Parca eram mai frumosi cu masca. <br /><br />...ne este frica de viata...<br /><br />Cine poate raspunde concret la intrebarea "ce este viata?", mana sus! Cine poate spune ca isi traieste viata fara ragrete...BRAVO! Nu iti pierde timpul regretand tot ce ai facut pana azi si desenandu-ti masti de unica folosinta. Paseste cu capul sus ca intr-o ruleta ruseasca si nu te gandi la nimic. Risca! Arunca zarurile orbeste!The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-55403663377049628802010-08-29T14:31:00.000+03:002010-08-29T14:41:25.174+03:00Hi there!!Da...stiu.Nu am mai scris de mult timp. Multe noutati nu am, dar am una foarte importanta. Stati de vorba cu o studenta! :> :)) Poate pentru unii nu e un lucru atat de important, dar pentru mine este si simteam nevoia sa ma laud putin:P In rest aceeasi eu.Vacanta lunga si cam plictisitoare, somn ziua si plimbari seara si multa multa iubire :"> Nu mai privesc in trecut.Am un viitor in fata pe care il astept si un prezent in care nu as schimba nimic. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-51058461018214285622010-07-14T17:41:00.000+03:002010-08-29T14:40:59.972+03:00De ce?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/TD3MoC9F_2I/AAAAAAAAANo/MCj59i_RL20/s1600/madalina-manole-1_b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/TD3MoC9F_2I/AAAAAAAAANo/MCj59i_RL20/s320/madalina-manole-1_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493772108821823330" /></a><br /><br />Atat. DE CE?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-45637886540988177022010-06-09T19:58:00.000+03:002010-06-09T20:07:33.377+03:00<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6kXJi5cIP_kiPIxhUlr1g3KLvlr1tYX2yItT-qqxMehzYGA_xicSTLalFu31M1u3O6d1GPp1e5-FSNat6NA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Timpul trece... Ne-am spus "La revedere" pentru ultima data. Am spus "Prezent!" pentru ultima data cu lacrimi in ochi...o lacrima pentru patru ani. Vom creste...<br />Da! A fost frumos! Prea frumos sa putem uita. Va multumesc, 12B! Va multumesc pentru tot ce ati fost si ce m-ati facut sa fiu. Sa nu ne uitam...ar fi pacat. Sa ne intalnim toti peste ceva timp. Promiteti-mi! <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-71733677135645871672010-04-20T22:17:00.000+03:002010-04-20T22:39:55.954+03:00...no title...Timpul trece...vindeca, DAR nu atat de repede cum ne dorim noi. Trecutul te face sa iti fie teama sa te mai avanti, DAR viitorul iti arata cat de mult poti sa gresesti daca iti eviti propriile sentimente. Iti e teama sa urci prea mult pentru ca stii ca exista sanse sa te prabusesti, DAR simti nevoia sa iti asumi acest risc. De fapt, stii bine ca acest risc e tot ceea ce conteaza. Simti ca iti e bine, DAR, cateodata, iti e frica de acest bine. Nici nu stii ce vrei, DAR stii foarte bine de ce ai nevoie. Pana la urma te decizi sa inchizi ochii si sa te arunci. Undeva tot vei ajunge. Speri doar sa ramai cu un zambet sincer pe buze...<br />Vezi? Iar si iar acelasi cuvant pe care il urasc din tot sufletul: "DAR". De ce trebuie el mereu sa faca o situatie mai grea decat este? Si daca tot il urasc atat de mult, de ce il folosesc??? Acum este "azi e bine, dar ieri a fost rau"...Maine va fi "ieri a fost rau, dar azi este bine"...<br /><br />Asta e pentru Roxy, psihologul de serviciu:P Inca o dovada ca exista si blonde destepte;)<br /><br />PS: Scuze de intarziere...(sper ca ai observat ca nu am pus niciun semn la inceput, dar a fost vremea urata....inca se mai asteapta...:))...) <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S84CVZJvR4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Jy8HhD78vik/s1600/Imagine0077.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S84CVZJvR4I/AAAAAAAAANg/Jy8HhD78vik/s200/Imagine0077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462305964599232386" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-23554318613865657402010-04-17T18:16:00.000+03:002010-04-18T14:54:41.813+03:00QUIZCe cuvant urati cel mai mult????<br />Eu nu suport cuvantul "dar...". Urasc puterea lui de a schimba o situatie la 180 de grade...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-85833246725648882152010-04-03T11:58:00.001+03:002010-04-18T14:54:25.972+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S7cDi7z218I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SlRCumv_xUg/s1600/inviere.jpg"><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/_JXE9LJANB-8/S7cDi7z218I/AAAAAAAAANQ/SlRCumv_xUg/s400/inviere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455833372288276418" /></a><br />Pe vremuri, oamenii aveau cruce de lemn si inima de aur. Acum au cruce de aur si inima de lemn. Fie ca sfanta sarbatoare a Invierii sa readuca aurul in inimile noastre!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-42615577622481278352010-03-19T17:18:00.000+02:002010-03-19T17:29:37.722+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S6OYPOdeR2I/AAAAAAAAANI/3Jin3VOIDvM/s1600-h/200902190354_tacere.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S6OYPOdeR2I/AAAAAAAAANI/3Jin3VOIDvM/s200/200902190354_tacere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450367361395607394" /></a><br /><br />NU! <br /><br />Nu voi scrie despre asta! <br /><br />Si nu ma intreba! <br /><br /><br />I`ll just remember;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-66879436803291343062010-03-17T19:46:00.000+02:002010-03-17T20:00:18.672+02:00Here I go again......si iar o iau de la capat. Risc din nou sa zbor prea sus si sa cad prea repede. Ma arunc din nou si imi amanetez inima pe un strop de speranta si o clipa de visare. Oare fac bine? Nu stiu. Tot ce stiu e ca o sa aflu intr-o zi. Si daca pierd nu voi regreta ca am facut-o. Daca ceva ti-a adus macar un zambet atunci cand ai avut nevoie, merita sa risti.<br />Iau cu mine tot ce m-a facut sa fiu ceea ce sunt azi...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-50621253312986580042010-03-11T19:50:00.000+02:002010-03-11T20:04:22.671+02:00Coming back...again<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S5kwRUA4l3I/AAAAAAAAANA/6K7miNxLZEQ/s1600-h/people_die_alone.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S5kwRUA4l3I/AAAAAAAAANA/6K7miNxLZEQ/s200/people_die_alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447438298269652850" /></a><br />Priveste pe geam cum copacii fug pe langa ea... Simte nevoia unei plimbari...unei intoarceri in trecut.<br />Ar fi vrut sa paseasca ea insasi pe urmele lasate cu ceva timp in urma, dar ii e teama ca nu va putea fugi indeajuns de repede sa poata reveni la realitate.<br />Paseste incet, timid, cu pasii mintii ascultand doar bataile cand lente cand rapide ale inimii.<br />Ajunge la banca din parc. "Banca noastra". Nu se aseaza. Nu ar mai fi la fel. Se multumeste doar sa o priveasca. Si pleaca. Simte ca lasa in urma o parte din ea, din ceea ce e acum.<br />Se opreste. Aici! Aici au dansat atunci. Aici au uitat de tot ce ii inconjoara. Au fost doi copii ce dansau in parc. "I can be you`re hero, baby...". Erau doar ei. Un dans pentru totdeauna...<br />Inchide ochii...nu vrea sa lase lacrima sa curga. Nu vrea sa planga, nu isi da voie. <br />Nu rezista. Isi intoarce spatele si se indeparteaza. Ajunge la podul unde si-au promis ca va fi mai bine. Sta in acelasi loc in care a stat atunci. Nimic in jurul ei nu s-a schimbat, doar ea. Nu! Nu va varsa nicio lacrima! Pleaca.<br />Apoi apare acea fantana...locul unde a plans langa el intr-o zi de vara. Doar el avea voie sa o vada plangand. Doar ei se cunosteau cu adevarat...sau, cel putin, asa credeau. Acum, ca e doar ea, nu are voie sa verse o lacrima.<br />Nu se apropie. Nu mai are puterea. Cate vise au luat nastere acolo...Acum le vede pierind unul cate unul...<br />A obosit. Deschide ochii. Aceiasi copaci, acelasi cer innorat... <br />O lacrima ii mangaie obrazul...<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-50538294299636029152010-03-07T14:50:00.001+02:002010-03-07T14:57:33.896+02:00<div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><TR VALIGN="MIDDLE"><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topleft2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: bottom;"></td><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-top2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: middle;"> GAROU & CÉLINE - Sous le vent .mp3</td><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/corner-topright2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 12px;vertical-align: bottom;"></td></TR><TR VALIGN="MIDDLE"><TD WIDTH="16" style="width: 16px;background-image:url(http://beemp3.com/player/left-ltrow2.gif);"/> </TD><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/light2.gif);background-repeat: repeat;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;vertical-align: bottom;"><embed class="beeplayer" wmode="transparent" style="height:24px;width:290px;" src="http://beemp3.com/player/player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="290" height="24" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="playerID=1&bg=0xCDDFF3&leftbg=0x357DCE&lefticon=0xF2F2F2&rightbg=0x64F051&rightbghover=0x1BAD07&righticon=0xF2F2F2&righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&text=0x357DCE&slider=0x357DCE&track=0xFFFFFF&border=0xFFFFFF&loader=0xAF2910&soundFile=http%3A//listen75.free.fr/songs/Chanson%20Francais/Garou%20et%20Celine%20Dion%20-%20sous%20le%20vent.mp3"></embed> <img style="padding:0;border:0;vertical-align:bottom" src="http://beemp3.com/player/logo_small.gif"/> </td><TD WIDTH="16" style="width: 16px;background-image:url(http://beemp3.com/player/right-ltrow2.gif);"/></TD></TR><TR><TD WIDTH="16"><IMG style="padding:0;border:0;" SRC="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomleft2.gif"></TD><TD style="background-image: url(http://beemp3.com/player/bkgnd-bottom2.gif);background-repeat: repeat-x;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size: 11px;vertical-align: top;text-align: center;padding:0;border: 0;margin:0;">Found at <a href="http://beemp3.com/download.php?file=3358706&song=Sous+le+vent">bee mp3 search engine</a></TD><TD WIDTH="16"><IMG style="padding:0;border:0;" SRC="http://beemp3.com/player/corner-bottomright2.gif"></TD></TR></table></div><br /><br />Et si tu crois que j'ai eu peur, c'est faux <br />Je donne des vacances a mon coeur, un peu de repos <br />Et si tu crois que j'ai eu tord, attends <br />Respire un peu le souffle d'or qui me pousse en avant <br />Et, fais comme si j'avais pris la mer <br />J'ai sorti la grande voile et j'ai glisse sous le vent <br />Fais comme si je quittais la terre <br />J'ai trouve mon etoile, je l'ai suivie un instant <br /> Sous Le Vent <br />Et si tu crois que c'est fini, jamais <br />C'est juste une pause, un repit apres les dangers <br />Et si tu crois que je t'oubli, ecoute <br />Ouvre ton port aux vents de la nuit, ferme les yeux <br />Et fais comme si j'avais pris la mer <br />J'ai sorti la grande voile et j'ai glissee sous le vent <br />Fais comme si je quittais la terre <br />J'ai trouve mon toile, je l'ai suivie un instant <br /> Sous Le Vent <br />Et si tu crois que c'est fini, jamais <br />C'est juste une pause, un repit apres les dangers <br />Fais comme si j'avais pris la mer <br />J'ai sorti la grande voile et j'ai glisse sous le vent <br />Fais comme si je quittais la terre <br />J'ai trouve mon etoile, je l'ai suivie un instant <br />Fais comme si j'avais pris la mer <br />J'ai sorti la grande voile et j'ai glisse sous le vent <br />Fais comme si je quittais la terre <br />J'ai trouve mon etoile, je l'ai suivie un instant <br /> Sous Le Vent<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-51692852425355424012010-03-01T22:42:00.001+02:002010-11-01T23:04:09.560+02:00Made by themfprincess<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG377O3IkYA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QG377O3IkYA&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG377O3IkYA<br /><br />...just to remember...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-5051602826448184042010-02-14T17:01:00.000+02:002010-02-14T17:14:34.341+02:00Another end...new beginning<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S3gTVRzMhMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ReRHnRc8qfI/s1600-h/poze-triste-pentru-fete6.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S3gTVRzMhMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ReRHnRc8qfI/s200/poze-triste-pentru-fete6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438117806326187202" /></a><br /><br />Ce faci cand nu mai recunosti nimic din ce stiai odata, cand realizezi ca te-ai schimbat prea mult, ca nu poti intoarce timpul? <br />Ai o mie de intrebari si raspunsuri pe care nu le vrei sau nu le intelegi...Te zbati intre binele de atunci si speranta de acum...speranta in mai bine... cea in schimbare a murit...<br />Ce faci cand te doare ca nu poti schimba nimic, ca nu ai putut, ca nu vei putea?<br />Fugi. Pleci cu credinta ca destinul va stii unde sa te duca. Alergi cat poti de repede, fara sa te uiti inapoi pentru ca stii ca te-ai impiedica. Nu ai idee unde vrei sa ajungi...stii doar ca nu vrei sa mai stai acolo...ca vrei sa uiti tot ce a fost rau si iti hranesti speranta cu amintirile frumoase.<br />Stii ca o sa fie greu...mai greu ca niciodata...dar o faci pentru tine...in sfarsit pentru tine...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S3gR-RL5b_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jeLwleMLAJ8/s1600-h/OWLZFXTDZWEEWBWNOQT.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/S3gR-RL5b_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jeLwleMLAJ8/s400/OWLZFXTDZWEEWBWNOQT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438116311512739826" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-83698762617530016322009-12-26T17:25:00.000+02:002010-03-08T12:47:50.479+02:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SzYrFXJDS0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-BYLdHs70_k/s1600-h/pic.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SzYrFXJDS0I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-BYLdHs70_k/s400/pic.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419566572698291010" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Si statea pe pod. Nu se gandea la nimic. Privea doar cum lacrimile ii curg si se risipesc in rau. Pur si simplu nu intelegea ce se intampla cu ea...de ce se poarta asa...de ce are parte tocmai ea de ceva asa frumos....si, mai ales, de unde are darul de a strica totul de fiecare data. Nu vedea nimic in jur...doar apa care curgea mut si zapada care se topea in ea. Nu auzea nimic...doar o voce din afara care ii tot amintea fara mila toate greselile pe care le-a facut si una din interior care ii tot repeta "Are dreptate..asa e..". Isi amintea de cate ori si-a promis ca se va schimba si ca va invata sa gandeasca mai mult si sa lupte cu impulsul de a arunca o vorba in vant...vorba ce poate ucide prezent si trecut. Nu putea spune "Iarta-ma!". Simtea ca se sufoca. Ar fi vrut sa fuga si ar fi putut sa o faca daca nu ar fi stiut ca lasa in urma cea mai frumoasa parte din viata ei de pana atunci. Nu putea sa-si ridice privirea. Orgoliul nu o lasa. Nu se ura pentru ca plangea, ci pentru ca o facea din vina ei si,mai ales, de fata cu altcineva. Odata, demult, si-a jurat ca nu va lasa pe nimeni sa o vada plangand si acum, pentru a nu stiu cata oara, isi incalca juramantul. <br />O durea...si ar fi dat orice sa se intoarca in timp sau macar sa primeasca o mangaiere. A inchis ochii..."Iarta-ma!"....Nu stia de unde a venit acest cuvant. Tot ce stia era ca se simtea bine acum...Se simtea eliberata....<br />"Nu o sa mai fac..."...a promis...iar....<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-53644094605500116952009-11-07T22:04:00.000+02:002010-03-08T12:48:26.872+02:00HELP!!!<p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ajutooor!!!!</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Zilele astea mi-a trecut prin minte o melodie....e veche si nu mai stiu cine o canta sau cum se numeste....stiu decat atat: </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">1: canta o fata</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">2: videoclipul e cam asa: e un bal mascat, ea are o rochie alba...</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">3: refrenul e cam asa : "now I wait in the.....( nu mai stiu)...and this is getting old..."</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br /></span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Dupa cum vedeti sunt informatii suficiente pentru ca eu... sa NU imi amintesc cum se numeste....Poate ma ajuta cineva si pe mine....</span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">THNX</span></span></strong></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-72589535381240132322009-10-11T11:27:00.000+03:002010-03-08T12:48:41.204+02:00Untitled....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/StGXY-TbL8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eg7hQRwyCRg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/StGXY-TbL8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eg7hQRwyCRg/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391256684236320706" /></a><br />...si iar vreau sa ies...sa fug....sa dispar.Sa ajung intr-un loc nestiut de nimeni, un loc in care tu nu ma poti atinge, nu ma poti judeca, nu ma poti rani...Sa ma simt libera sa fac ce imi doresc de mult timp:sa fiu eu insami, cu visele mele, lacrimile mele, temerile mele, sperante, deziluzii, greseli, reusite....Toate astea ma reprezinta, dar tu nu poti sa le intelegi....sa ma intelegi...Esti inchis in cercul tau in care tot ce faci e sa privesti detasat, sa judeci, apoi sa ucizi. Dar nu si pe mine....Sagetile tale imi sunt atat de indiferente uneori incat trec prin mine, dar nu ma ranesc. Dar asta doar uneori si rar...cand am suficienta putere sa rezist. Ai noroc! Reusesti sa ma si atingi cateodata si cand o faci, ma ametesti...si cad. Si niciodata nu aflu exact unde pic. Poate chiar in locul in care incerc sa fug...ba nu...ca acolo nu esti tu, iar tu ai veni dupa mine sa imi dai ultima lovitura, cea fatala....Dar nu ai facut-o pana acum pentru ca niciodata nu ai reusit sa ma gasesti dupa ce am picat! Sa consider asta noroc? Poate...DACA exista noroc, sau sansa...sau destin. <span style="color:#ffccff;">Destinul exista! Tu esti! Cu tine vorbesc!</span> Oare ma auzi? Ce conteaza? Oricum nu iei in seama tot ce spun...ce iti strig. Tot asa va fi...Nu te vei schimba. Si de ce sa o faci? Iti este foarte bine asa cum esti! Poti dobori pe oricine, dar nimeni pe tine. Rar dai gres si atunci te razbuni...lent, dar sigur.<br />Dar oare ar trebui sa iti multumesc la final? Ar trebui sa iti fiu recunoscatoare ca m-ai ajutat sa ma maturizez, sa vad cu alti ochi, sa aud cu alte urechi....sa vorbesc cu alt glas?<br />Nu stiu...nu o sa stiu vreodata....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-68480027736982392922009-10-05T15:19:00.000+03:002010-03-08T12:48:58.373+02:00Ce iubesc la tine...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SsnnoKJWvEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jQFOGHCLRLg/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SsnnoKJWvEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/jQFOGHCLRLg/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389093106229886018" /></a><br /><p><span style="color:#ffcccc;">...cum ma alinti si imi spui "scumpa mea"</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffccff;">...cum nu ma iei in seama cand vorbesc la nervi pentru ca stii ca "vorbeste gura fara mine cateodata"</span></p><p>...cand ma suni insistent dupa ce ti-am inchis telefonul cand ne certam</p><p>.<span style="color:#cc66cc;">..cum ai grija de mine cand nu ma simt bine</span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;">...cum ma tii strans in brate cand suntem doar noi ca si cum nu ai vrea sa imi dai drumul niciodata</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffccff;">...sentimentul ca nimeni si nimic nu imi poate face rau cand esti langa mine</span></p><p>..<span style="color:#ffccff;">.cat de sweet esti cand esti concentrat pe ceva anume</span></p><p>...cum ma privesti in ochi si ma faci sa ma pierd in ei</p><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;">...cat de bine iti sta in camasa(chiar daca nu iti place si nu vrei sa porti :p)</span></p><p>...cum ma faci sa rad atunci cand ma vezi suparata</p><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;">...cand ma suni seara sa imi spui "noapte buna" chiar daca vorbisem cu cateva minute in urma</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffccff;">...vocea si ochisorii de dimineata</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">...ca te iubesc....</span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-85014373915659741962009-09-13T21:51:00.000+03:002010-03-08T12:49:14.044+02:00Here we go again......<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Sq0_cNO58wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/La2jtyb8CWg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381026883598676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Sq0_cNO58wI/AAAAAAAAAMA/La2jtyb8CWg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;">Gata! O luam de la capat! Iar ne trezim la 6:00 (AM!!!!)...iar injuram tot drumul pana la liceu ca "nu puteau si astia sa inceapa orele la o ora rezonabila...." dupa care ne aducem brusc aminte ca aveam ceva de facut pentru ziua respectiva....iar numaram minut cu minut pana la pauza si, in final, pana cand ajungem acasa....Iar o sa iti bata inima mai tare cand vine ora de ascultat iar profu` se opreste tocmai la pagina ta din catalog....si o sa respiri usurat cand inchide catalogul...(sau nu...) Apoi vin tezele...si suspansul cand intra profu` in clasa si spune ca nu a avut timp sa le corecteze si astfel lungeste chinul.....Week-end-ul o sa se micsoreze si o sa treaca pana sa constientizam noi ca a venit...Si totusi parca asteptam sa inceapa scoala,nu? Sa ne revedem colegii,clasa, banca, locul unde "iei o pauza intre ore".....<br />Per total....e frumos la liceu....</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">Si daca vreun bobocel ( :P) a citit ce am scris mai sus sa nu se sperie! O sa ii placa daca o sa stie sa aprecieze ceea ce conteaza cu adevarat in anii acestia......<br /></div></span><div><span style="color:#ffccff;">In rest...bafta tuturor!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-15847478669678652172009-09-07T01:35:00.000+03:002010-03-08T12:49:26.038+02:00The final countdown...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SqQ8nuLuQuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/71kT4lbI9aI/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378490508096979682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SqQ8nuLuQuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/71kT4lbI9aI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Este prima ora din ultima saptamana de vacanta...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Incepe scoala!!!! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Daca ar fi doar atat mi-ar parea bine (incepusem sa ma cam plictisesc acasa), DAR (mereu trebuie sa fie cate un "dar" care sa-mi dea peste cap lucrurile) stiu ca ma asteapta BAC-ul. Nu ca mi-ar fi cine stie ce frica, DAR (din nou) stiu ca trebuie sa muncesc mai mult anul asta ( macar in ultimul an :p ). Pe langa asta se mai adauga si sentimentul ca o sa termin liceul (care chiar mi-a placut)...un alt sfarsit DAR (...) un drum catre un alt inceput...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Pana atunci o sa astept cumintica sa inceapa scoala...Vacanta e pe terminate asa ca nu prea mai am ce face. Ma odihnesc :p</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Stiti ce? Cred ca o sa fie un an frumos pentru ca e ultimul si o sa profit de fiecare zi din el!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/77/1571B72D680C67FC4F86F207A3DFCC12.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-36950214519354747132009-09-01T18:16:00.000+03:002009-09-06T03:23:21.268+03:00A venit toamna....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Sp07Cd47lPI/AAAAAAAAALo/H1d_TpqiNlg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376518443719431410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Sp07Cd47lPI/AAAAAAAAALo/H1d_TpqiNlg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em>A venit toamna.....acopera-mi inima cu ceva....</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em>Gata! S-a terminat vara! Pa pa caldura, bye sandale....bun venit racoare, adidasi....scoala.... Of! Parca au trecut 2 saptamani de cand am luat vacanta....</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em>A venit toamna....Ultimele zile de vacanta se lasa purtate de vantul din ce in ce mai furios, pamantul e curatat de din ce in ce mai multe ploi reci si triste. In curand vor sosi interminabilele zile ploioase in care tot ce poti sa faci e sa stai la fereastra cu o cana mare de ciocolata calda si sa privesti apa cum curge si sa te gandesti...la tine...la el....la voi...la ei....Vremea o sa incerce sa te deprime, dar tu nu o lasa! Gandeste-te la tot ce e frumos...la ce a fost....la ce o sa fie.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em>A venit toamna...iar pasarile ne parasesc dezamagite de iluzia unei vesnice veri...Si o sa ploua...si o sa fie frig...si oamenii vor pasi mai repede, mai zgribuliti, mai preocupati sa ajunga cat mai repede acasa, sa scape de frig. Nu vor mai sta ore in sir pe o banca sa priveasca cerul...Sau poate doar din cand in cand, daca toamna ii va permite, va mai putea sta pe aceeasi banca urmarind cu privirea caderea circulara a vreunei frunze...</em></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em>A venit toamna.....acopera-mi inima cu ceva.....cu umbra unui copac sau mai bine cu umbra ta.</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em></em></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffccff;"><em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Sp070mye9KI/AAAAAAAAALw/gDPbCT2lVDg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376519305101767842" style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Sp070mye9KI/AAAAAAAAALw/gDPbCT2lVDg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a></em></span></div>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-54687437037037336352009-08-30T11:16:00.000+03:002009-08-30T11:32:42.949+03:00Alt premiu....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Spo5JWRwKCI/AAAAAAAAALg/4guQinbd8u4/s1600-h/premiu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375671937981753378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Spo5JWRwKCI/AAAAAAAAALg/4guQinbd8u4/s400/premiu.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/Spo416n2X_I/AAAAAAAAALY/fQwMQkNbDJM/s1600-h/premiu.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Ms...ms...ms mult <a href="http://whiteangell.blogspot.com/">Anne-Mary</a> ! Esti o draguta >:D<</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Eu acord premiul urmatorilor bloggeri:</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://iamanangeloflove.blogspot.com/">Angel of love</a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://pinguins-luvfinetty.blogspot.com/">●Smile For Sale </a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://christinutza.blogspot.com/">Yssa</a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://urmeazativisul.blogspot.com/">Traiesc visu</a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://raresh-traficdeidei.blogspot.com/">Rares</a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://byba-howtoloveanangel-byba.blogspot.com/">Byba</a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://whiteangell.blogspot.com/">ANNE-MARY</a>.......premiul back 2 u....il meriti! </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>kisses....</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-81670418578213869662009-08-15T00:43:00.000+03:002009-08-19T21:48:06.323+03:00no title....<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"><strong><em>De ce trebuie sa fiu falsa uneori? De ce sunt obligata sa afisez un zambet stupid si sa spun ce vor altii sa auda? Nu o fac des, dar acest strop de fatarnicie ma seaca, ma dezgusta....Sunt cateodata nevoita sa par o papusa de plastic, iubita de toata lumea si care, la randul ei, ofera simpatii gratuite si raspunsuri comandate...M-am saturat! As vrea sa pot sa spun EXACT ce gandesc CAND doresc fara sa ma gandesc la ce o sa creada persoana de langa mine! Stiu ca adevarul doare si ca e de preferat un raspuns "modelat", dar cat se poate trai cu asa ceva? De ce sa vreau sa primesc complimente fara fond cand ele nu ma ajuta cu nimic? Si daca nu vreau sa primesc, de ce ofer? I`m sick and tired.....</em></strong></span>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7377389856295191932.post-22673025131905111312009-08-12T11:57:00.000+03:002009-08-24T13:40:25.794+03:00Blogul de aur....:D<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SpJuEzrupZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AQQBMRtLmuQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373478334278575506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXE9LJANB-8/SpJuEzrupZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/AQQBMRtLmuQ/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>He he...cine ar fi crezut? <a href="http://whiteangell.blogspot.com/">Anne-Marry</a> considera ca merit acest premiu....Nu pot sa fiu decat onorata si sa ii multumesc! Ma bucur ca iti plac postarile mele!:*:*<br /><br />Iata regulile:<br />1. premiul trebuie afisat pe blog<br /><br />2. trebuie afisat linkul celui care a acordat acest premiu<br /><br />3. premiul trebuie acordat la alti 10 bloggeri<br /><br />4. bloggerii trebuie anuntati printr-un mesaj<br /><br />Dupa parerea mea bloggerii demni de acest premiu sunt:<br /><br /><p>.1. <a href="http://urmeazativisul.blogspot.com/">Traiesc visu</a><br /></p><br /><p>.2. <a href="http://simonikool.blogspot.com/">simonikool</a></p><br /><p>.3. <a href="http://clipeinrama.blogspot.com/">Roxana</a></p><br /><p>.4. <a href="http://zbor-la-tine.blogspot.com/">Cine sunt eu?!</a></p><br /><p>.5. <a href="http://heroine-life.blogspot.com/">B I Z Z</a></p></div>The M.F. Princesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01704536262718767283noreply@blogger.com1