<?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-5385082600427107504</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:14:05.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Then you'll be a lifer... like me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-9061730591871071244</id><published>2010-09-27T19:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:47:08.547+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si asa a mai trecut un an... nu am timp sa savurez venerabila deoarece imi tot fac diferite proiecte si idealuri care se prabusesc inca de la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-au fost refuzate printr-o alta prabusire nedorita de situatie, cateva zile superba si binemeritate la mare... 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkXtKNl3dI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/DJSjvz9Jydg/s320/at-the-museum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519468882922167762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;best dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkX5UvX0lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PFjReYEK3V8/s1600/not-her-best-fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkX5UvX0lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PFjReYEK3V8/s320/not-her-best-fashion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519469091906638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkYJwNAp5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-Wi_eDAsmWk/s1600/waldorf-in-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkYJwNAp5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-Wi_eDAsmWk/s320/waldorf-in-paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519469374156613522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkYU2NyrJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q_iTg-rNTT0/s1600/chuck-lives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkYU2NyrJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q_iTg-rNTT0/s320/chuck-lives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519469564749065362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkYc84XkiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R5Dn9vHjQ5Q/s1600/blair-and-chuck-in-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/TJkYc84XkiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/R5Dn9vHjQ5Q/s320/blair-and-chuck-in-paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519469703977210402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOVE them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nici nu mai tin minte de cand nu am mai privit o scena cu respiratia taiata... ok, poate exagerez, but what the hell... i'm a huuge fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;i destroyed the only thing i ever loved...  &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! he's good!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8193947507212482179?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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nici nu stiu de ce, cert e ca inca e... am lasat-o moale cu multe alte lucruri care mi-ar fi placut la nebunie sa le fac doar pentru anumite inutilitati care s-au dovedit mari pierderi de vreme.&lt;br /&gt;vara... practic, nici nu am avut una. peste o saptamana fac 20 de ani si ajung la concluzia ca e cea mai oribila aniversare din intreaga mea existenta fabuloasa.&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa visez urat, ceea ce nu s-a mai intamplat de cand am citit Fiica lui Montezuma (long time ago). incerc sa-mi fac planuri si brusc ma vad abandonandu-le si trimitandu-le in origini.&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa "reiau legatura" cu micile placeri care ma incantau atat de mult candva si aparent inca imi mai aduc cate un suras.&lt;br /&gt;life's a huge ugly bitch! said a very wise lady in my first English class in high-school. and it is... imi lipseste motivatia sa incerc sa contrazic aceasta zicala dar chiar asa e.&lt;br /&gt;afara ploua si nu pot decat sa ma gandesc cum am ratat toate ploile din aceasta vara facand nimicuri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7514335495931198202?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7514335495931198202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7514335495931198202' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7514335495931198202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7514335495931198202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2010/09/ploua.html' title='ploua'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5491737613134323528</id><published>2010-09-01T20:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:13:26.545+03:00</updated><title type='text'>altele</title><content type='html'>nu stiu... kinda, i'm back baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5491737613134323528?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5491737613134323528/comments/default' title='Postare 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3062532973204091363</id><published>2010-04-08T21:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:35:41.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>new obsession</title><content type='html'>latest and the oldest obsession ever- eric clapton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-3062532973204091363?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3062532973204091363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=3062532973204091363' title='0 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obsession</title><content type='html'>latest and the oldest obsession ever- eric clapton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-2180004997476043671?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2180004997476043671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=2180004997476043671' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2180004997476043671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2180004997476043671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-obsession.html' title='new obsession'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5227700036754885876</id><published>2010-01-27T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:21:08.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the "it" for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chuck: I’m Chuck Bass. And I told you I love you. You’re saying  I’m easier to win over than a bunch of pseudo-intellectual homesick  malcontents. You really insult me like that? Blair: That’s not how it is. Chuck: It’s exactly how it is. The next time you forget you’re Blair  Waldorf, remember I’m Chuck Bass. And I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;is there anything to add?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5227700036754885876?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5227700036754885876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5227700036754885876' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5227700036754885876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5227700036754885876'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-480286460396055989</id><published>2010-01-04T20:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:12:07.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>smth</title><content type='html'>desi nedorita, tema la mate sta pe masa si numai gandul la ea ma face sa intru intr-o depresie tipica de clasa a 12.&lt;br /&gt;a venit si inevitabilul An Nou... inca nu am putut sa-mi fac ordine in ganduri si sa-mi fac celebra "To do list in 2010" si astept momentul in care chiar o sa stiu ce vreau pentru prima data in viata :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am chef de orice numai de ceea ce trebuie nu! tipic. ma trezesc visand la o vacanta lunga, la vara, la mare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5831729035781141323</id><published>2009-12-14T20:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:33:37.258+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cracks</title><content type='html'>Un must in materie de filme! Ca tot sunt a 12a si nu am ce face pana in iunie... Eva e geniala ca de obicei, primul film in care am vazut-o a fost Kingdom of Heaven al lui Ridley Scott. Urmatorul pe lista mea e regizat de Jordan Scott, fiica acestuia.&lt;br /&gt;Am o vaga impresie ca e un film bun, traileru e destul de promitator.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c2efb55a6b7f0378" 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://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2efb55a6b7f0378%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38F1A3449E949FB2BD5C859A86D39E1E4E0172D0.47666986692CB1564FDAF4968CE32E9178EE4D3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2efb55a6b7f0378%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU7FujAnpoWCMQcYVb4WGRqOonKU&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://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc2efb55a6b7f0378%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38F1A3449E949FB2BD5C859A86D39E1E4E0172D0.47666986692CB1564FDAF4968CE32E9178EE4D3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc2efb55a6b7f0378%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU7FujAnpoWCMQcYVb4WGRqOonKU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5831729035781141323?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5831729035781141323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5831729035781141323' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5831729035781141323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5831729035781141323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/12/cracks.html' title='cracks'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-2409216664104983936</id><published>2009-12-14T20:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:32:46.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eva again</title><content type='html'>Eva once again!I can't get enough of her. Last post completed! The pictures were taken by Ellen von Unwerth. More pictures of hers later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SyaDjyDe7YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ug34m2tIi_c/s1600-h/john-galliano-and-eva-green-by-ellen-von-unwerth-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SyaDjyDe7YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ug34m2tIi_c/s320/john-galliano-and-eva-green-by-ellen-von-unwerth-2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415160252714642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SyaDdN-mSGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oQkcJ3KT6Ac/s1600-h/john-galliano-and-eva-green-by-ellen-von-unwerth-2007-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SyaDdN-mSGI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oQkcJ3KT6Ac/s320/john-galliano-and-eva-green-by-ellen-von-unwerth-2007-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415160139951261794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-2409216664104983936?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2409216664104983936/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=2409216664104983936' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2409216664104983936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2409216664104983936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/12/eva-again.html' title='eva again'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SyaDjyDe7YI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Ug34m2tIi_c/s72-c/john-galliano-and-eva-green-by-ellen-von-unwerth-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8109405621868065807</id><published>2009-12-07T20:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:24:45.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>eva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sx1IAUU-UnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ajtUQ_GuDS0/s1600-h/eva-green-and-john-galliano-ellen-von-unwerth-shoot-_01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sx1IAUU-UnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ajtUQ_GuDS0/s320/eva-green-and-john-galliano-ellen-von-unwerth-shoot-_01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412561497463083634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, nu stiu fotograful da eva green si galliano arata fabulos:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8109405621868065807?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/8109405621868065807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=8109405621868065807' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8109405621868065807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8109405621868065807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/12/eva.html' title='eva!'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sx1IAUU-UnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ajtUQ_GuDS0/s72-c/eva-green-and-john-galliano-ellen-von-unwerth-shoot-_01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8894706259619727603</id><published>2009-11-26T21:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:51:52.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>vreau sa incep sa postez unele dintre persoanele cele mai valoroase ale culturii, lumii care m-au impresionat recent. ce face plictiseala de-a 12a din om...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portraits- by Albert Watson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7bcuEM4qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ROavyGVl4Y4/s1600/19_albert_watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7bcuEM4qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ROavyGVl4Y4/s320/19_albert_watson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408501488967017122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7b-iagwkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ummvda6ZM4g/s1600/albert_watson_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7b-iagwkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ummvda6ZM4g/s320/albert_watson_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408502069954921026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7cJ0SIYSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jzyuojQMWIQ/s1600/johnny_depp_albert_watson_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7cJ0SIYSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jzyuojQMWIQ/s320/johnny_depp_albert_watson_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408502263730168098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SxAs23YMJZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JKxINQeLooA/s1600/watson_naomi-campbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SxAs23YMJZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JKxINQeLooA/s320/watson_naomi-campbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408872473561933202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8894706259619727603?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/8894706259619727603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=8894706259619727603' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8894706259619727603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8894706259619727603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty-pleasures.html' title='guilty pleasures'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/Sw7bcuEM4qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ROavyGVl4Y4/s72-c/19_albert_watson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6698803377248943349</id><published>2009-11-14T22:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:30:46.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>it may have been</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;long time... so many happened and i just can't figure out why i'm so blurred? like never before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my lust for life is wow'ing me every second after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;one minute i'm in and the next one i found myself bored, wondering, wishing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i've seen- touched-felt perfection! wonder why,how come or the most logical of them all, why it didn't last? i've stopped asking myself that question... it makes you wanna die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i entomb myself in memories, music, and thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and once and for all, i cannot stop wondering why... although i so fucking know the answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-6698803377248943349?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6931023889584921637</id><published>2009-09-06T11:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:57:43.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest leonard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A Thousand Kisses Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"You came to me this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And you handled me like meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You'd have to be a man to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;How good that feels, how sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My mirror twin, my next of kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'd know you in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And who but you would take me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I loved you when you opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Like a lily to the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You see, I'm just another snowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;His second-hand physique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;With all he is, and all he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know you had to lie to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know you had to cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;To pose all hot and high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Behind The veils of sheer deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Our perfect porn aristocrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So elegant and cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm old but I'm still into that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm good at love, I'm good at hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It's in between I freeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Been working out, but it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It's been too late for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But you look good, you really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;They love you on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If you were here, I'd kneel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Autumn moved across your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Got something in my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A light that doesn't need to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And doesn't need to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A riddle in the book of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Obscure and obsolete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Til witnessed here in time and blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And Im still working with the wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Still dancing cheek to cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The band is playing Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But the heart will not retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I never had their sweep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But once or twice they let me play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I loved you when you opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Like a lily to the heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You see, I´m just another snowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;His second-hand physique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;With all he is, and all he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But you dont need to hear me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And every word I speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It counts against me anyhow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand kisses deep." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-6931023889584921637?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6931023889584921637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=6931023889584921637' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6931023889584921637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6931023889584921637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/09/dearest-leonard.html' title='dearest leonard...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-7147917574122771300</id><published>2009-08-13T21:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:55:00.172+03:00</updated><title type='text'>just</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mistakes&lt;/span&gt;, stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ruin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; moment of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;beers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lucidity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ahead&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;foolishness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thoughts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;misery&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;guilt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;sorrow&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;unless&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;certainty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;judgement&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;punishment&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7147917574122771300?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7147917574122771300/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7147917574122771300' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7147917574122771300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7147917574122771300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/08/just.html' title='just'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-269535909228326810</id><published>2009-07-01T23:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:19:45.427+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1st  year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;one year of hopes, of dreams, of reality. one year of a blog i didn't got the chance to fill with everything that i have wished to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;one year of orgasmic happiness, of golden moments, of valuable friendships...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the last year of what remains my childhood- now all is a MUST. being mature and stuff is one of the things i must get used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i won't say a stupid happy birthday- instead i will congratulate me for the idea i've got one year ago... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-269535909228326810?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/269535909228326810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=269535909228326810' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/269535909228326810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/269535909228326810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-year.html' title='1st  year'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-4714715313802189250</id><published>2009-06-19T19:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:56:37.865+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nu am mai scris de ceva vreme (ce inceput stupid) dar practic nu am avut cum. vacanta m-a prins pe drumuri si cu multa treaba, ceea ce recunosc-fac de bunavoie si nesilita (total) de nimeni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;dar abia astept sa inceapa adevarata vacanta, acea perioada binevenita de relaxare in care sa pot citii cat vreau, in timp ce beau redd's, cu playlistul selectat cu multa grija la un volum decent astfel incat sa-mi pot auzi gandurile si multa liniste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;nu e de mirare ca ma gandesc la moduri serioase de a scoate din piatra bani ptr ca momentan nu ar strica some extra deoarece doresc sa-mi satisfac toate capriciile during what should be THE summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-4714715313802189250?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/4714715313802189250/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=4714715313802189250' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4714715313802189250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4714715313802189250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-am-mai-scris-de-ceva-vreme-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8967538300698807585</id><published>2009-05-27T17:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:04:12.195+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It just feels right! Every time, every second of it... i feel like I'm not suppose to answer to anybody. The school is almost finished and God! I just can't wait for summer. For the last real summer of my life. It makes me suddenly, feel old and mature (whatever that is). I simply want an unforgettable holiday, 3 months of adrenaline, of being blue, of independence, of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm starting to think of this summer's "resolutions" list. Of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; will be on top of it. Because I can and I want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Think about all the naughty stuff I could do in three months... hmm delicious :-$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8967538300698807585?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/8967538300698807585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=8967538300698807585' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8967538300698807585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8967538300698807585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-holiday.html' title='On Holiday'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-7394602150906900063</id><published>2009-05-23T11:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:26:47.517+03:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the gossip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShezOprJhpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/suKnBxzfoXM/s1600-h/true2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShezOprJhpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/suKnBxzfoXM/s320/true2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338932947557385874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7394602150906900063?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7394602150906900063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7394602150906900063' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7394602150906900063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7394602150906900063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/05/behind-gossip.html' title='behind the gossip'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShezOprJhpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/suKnBxzfoXM/s72-c/true2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3033381066876812020</id><published>2009-05-19T18:42:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:45:59.824+03:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;At least:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my favorite moment since their first kiss...Just perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShLTkLK4j5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5V7YejtQraM/s1600-h/happy-chair-moment_521x660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShLTkLK4j5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5V7YejtQraM/s320/happy-chair-moment_521x660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337561126814650258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShLTdxx3d5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9hgDie9Vfgg/s1600-h/chair-ish-the-moment_521x689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShLTdxx3d5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/9hgDie9Vfgg/s320/chair-ish-the-moment_521x689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337561016919619474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;    xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-3033381066876812020?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3033381066876812020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=3033381066876812020' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3033381066876812020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3033381066876812020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-leastx-my-favorite-moment-since.html' title='xoxo'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ShLTkLK4j5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/5V7YejtQraM/s72-c/happy-chair-moment_521x660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5892787316883901455</id><published>2009-04-16T22:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:48:29.791+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitatie la vals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;" Iubirea e nesatioasa , de un egoism salbatic , vrea sa-i sacrifici tot fara sa-i ceri nimic in shimb multumindu-te doar cu ceea ce-ti ofera . Eu am vrut totul de la tine pentru ca-ti dadusem totul si oricum ceva mai bun decat mine nu puteam eu sa-ti dau . De aici a pornit greseala , de la acest schimb in aparenta just . Dar ce experienta aveam eu , de unde sa stiu eu ca iubirea dintre doua fiinte nu e niciodata egala , ca balanta atarna cand intr-o parte cand intr-alta dupa variabile de care foarte greu ne dam seama . In cazul nostru balanta atarna in favoara ta . Lanturile cu care ma incatusai erau mult mai puternice decat ale mele . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Invitatie la vals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5892787316883901455?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5892787316883901455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5892787316883901455' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5892787316883901455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5892787316883901455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/04/invitatie-la-vals.html' title='Invitatie la vals'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8580175807654726182</id><published>2009-04-03T22:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:13:22.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'>exaltation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Intradevar simt ca am chef de viata, am chef sa stau seara la 7 pe Tnb cu Anne, sa bem Cola, sa intram in magazinul nostru preferat de haine si sa intalnim vedete, sa vorbesc cu Phlu ore in sir despre cat de nedreapta e viata la o ceask de ceai si pe urma sa ajungem l concluzia ca "we don't give a damn!!!". Nu-mi vine sa cred ca spun asta dar am chef sa-mi recite Robert ce scriu pe blog pentru ca desi nu cred ca asta intentioneaza, ma flateaza destul de freaking graav:))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vreau sa scap de proiectele in care m-am bagat, vreau sa plec, vreau vacanta aia infecta de o saptamana si 2 zile!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Macar vremea vad ca tine cu mine, that's a relief. Vad ca mi-a intrat si mie in sange pofta teribila de concerte vara asta. Neaparat trebuie sa ma duc!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Prea multe semne de exclamare:-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8580175807654726182?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/8580175807654726182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=8580175807654726182' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8580175807654726182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8580175807654726182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/04/exaltation.html' title='exaltation'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5493502033603951570</id><published>2009-03-30T21:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:00:02.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...Ca si cum as pluti in afara trupului meu. Si ma privesc pe mine si micile mele miscari stupide... E un efort atat de mic sa fiu eu insami si fac asta de multa vreme, fac lucruri atat de marunte. Dar cea mai mare parte din mine pluteste undeva deasupra si priveste. Ca si cum nu ar fi corpul meu. O parte din mine stie ceva ce nu se indura sa-i spuna celeilalte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Alice-Confesiunile lui Max Tivoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5493502033603951570?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5493502033603951570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5493502033603951570' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5493502033603951570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5493502033603951570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/old.html' title='old'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5383001817197237944</id><published>2009-03-17T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:14:33.097+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vreau certitudini... Nu cred ca cer prea mult de la viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5383001817197237944?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5383001817197237944/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5383001817197237944' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5383001817197237944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5383001817197237944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/vreau-certitudini.html' title=''/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-4452396432053706513</id><published>2009-03-10T15:34:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:22:33.942+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stareing at nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ce am facut azi in drum spre casa, constatand ca am aparatu in geanta. Macar mi-am facut ziua interesanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during a ride home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SbZ3uKouGwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-WLwJvvWXQ/s1600-h/cadoul+care+ti+se+potriveste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SbZ3uKouGwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-WLwJvvWXQ/s320/cadoul+care+ti+se+potriveste.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311564445542914818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SbZ1XPLEgOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JEJ6FtOtV2c/s1600-h/crossing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SbZ1XPLEgOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/JEJ6FtOtV2c/s320/crossing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311561852600484066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-4452396432053706513?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/4452396432053706513/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=4452396432053706513' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4452396432053706513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4452396432053706513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/staring-at-nothing.html' title='Stareing at nothing'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SbZ3uKouGwI/AAAAAAAAAHE/i-WLwJvvWXQ/s72-c/cadoul+care+ti+se+potriveste.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-4818771871477352218</id><published>2009-03-07T18:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:15:14.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have what she's having...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Iar incep postarea cu "nu am mai scris de mult"... Asta e, intotdeauna e loc de mai bine. In ultimu timp nu pot sa zic ca am facut ceva, chiar si neinteresant (scoala nu se pune). A, poate doar faptul ca am inceput sa ma uit numai la filme bune, filme la care, dupa ce le vad, nu raman cu ideea "vreau inapoi alea 2 ore din viata mea???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Trec printr-o perioada... mov din viata mea. Nu e nici roz dar griul incepe sa ia amploare formand acel mov strident (parca roz cu gri asta faceau??). Am senzatia unei depresii interminabile pe care incep sa o urasc. Am ajuns sa nu mai stiu ce vreau, singura mea dorinta fiind noaptea linistita de vineri spre sambata la mama in pat. Nu cred ca are rost sa mai zic ca starea mea ii raneste pe toti din jurul meu. Devin cinica, sictirul atat de invidiat odata apare din nou and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Story of my life... dau cu piciorul in ce am mai bun ca, in final, sa realizez ce mare prostie am facut. Dar recunosc, merit tot ceea ce mi se intampla. E ideea aia superb realizata in Slumdog millionaire (unul dintre cele mai geniale filme vazute in ultimul an de seceta hollywoodiana (c texte pe mine;)) ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Sunt rece la tot ce ma inconjuara... as vrea sa deborez o energie contagioasa, sa fiu intrebata ce am, sa zica lumea "I'll have what she's having"! (When Harry met Sally) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Doamne, chiar atat de mult m-am schimbat??? Simt ca nu mai sunt "Eu" aceea pe care o iubeam si uram in acelasi timp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-4818771871477352218?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/4818771871477352218/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=4818771871477352218' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4818771871477352218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4818771871477352218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-have-what-shes-having.html' title='I&apos;ll have what she&apos;s having...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-9096045388085845053</id><published>2009-02-17T21:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:09:20.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SZsZWXxQnaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rA_SS_8cXbo/s1600-h/the+reader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SZsZWXxQnaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rA_SS_8cXbo/s320/the+reader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860858287332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you ended it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love. (The Reader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-9096045388085845053?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/9096045388085845053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=9096045388085845053' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/9096045388085845053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/9096045388085845053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/02/reader.html' title='The reader'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SZsZWXxQnaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/rA_SS_8cXbo/s72-c/the+reader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5693851355298295803</id><published>2009-02-03T22:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:59:45.971+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;... Presupun ca statul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; casa 2 zile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;INTREGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; a avut un impact cam negativ asupra "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;groove-ului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;" meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; prea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;daunator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sedentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;!!! Am ajuns sa simt ca pur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; simplu &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; drumul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;colt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; sa iau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;paine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;binecuvantare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;absoluta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;intereseaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, ies! Chit ca fac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pneumonie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;macar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ca am avut grija sa nu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;innebunesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; uit la desene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;animate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; pe care le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;divinizam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;copilarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sa-mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; reamintesc faze din ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Evident ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;vacanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; asta va trece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;puf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;M-am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; uitat recent la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; case of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; (am mai scris despre asta???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; tot ce pot spune e ca a fost unul dintre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;putinele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; filme la care la generic nu am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;sarit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;inchid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;calculatoru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ci am stat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; am ascultat melodia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; scene din film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; fugeau prin minte. Ideea lui F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; mi se pare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;unica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;exceptionala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Vreau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;vara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, sau cel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;putin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;primavara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; da, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;primavara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;- nici prea frig, nici prea cald- perfect!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5693851355298295803?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5693851355298295803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5693851355298295803' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5693851355298295803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5693851355298295803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/02/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-7990888181740020454</id><published>2009-01-27T22:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:34:06.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, she even felt cosmopolitan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Mai mult decat atat: imediat, din om, se va preface intr-un buton de orga sau in asa cva; pentru ca ce-i omul fara dorinte, fara vointa si fara vreri, daca nu un buton de pe un valt de orga..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I simply played a game. With no meaning whatsoever, but i liked my phrase. It is from The Player- Dostoievski. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SYM59P7hLXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hY2CihodJLY/s1600-h/cosmopolitan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SYM59P7hLXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hY2CihodJLY/s320/cosmopolitan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297141311128808818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The cosmopolitan part was from 2 days ago, when I was in Carturesti reading a feminist book and I just realized that I'm beginning to feel... cosmopolitan.  I just don't know why, but the idea of me not limited to just one part of the world was rather appealing.  I have such a great desire to experience that I don't know if it would ever fulfill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Just for the record (I simply love this phrase) I will try to be content with the fact that "in the future I may have the chance to do exactly what I wish regarding my cosmopolitan ideas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7990888181740020454?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7990888181740020454/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7990888181740020454' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7990888181740020454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7990888181740020454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/suddenly-she-even-felt-cosmopolitan.html' title='Suddenly, she even felt cosmopolitan...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SYM59P7hLXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hY2CihodJLY/s72-c/cosmopolitan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6103346011166770432</id><published>2009-01-21T22:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:06:07.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your fantasy?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;To last forever and ever... To hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;... To run away for a day... To tell more often I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;... To match for eternity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; To light my fire... To break on through to the other side... To have a long summer walk in the rain... To pass the fear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, holding me forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;and so on to...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://acumaicicumine.blogspot.com/"&gt;acum aici cu mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; and to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://dramasequence.blogspot.com/"&gt;my drama queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Wuthering Heights- because is the ideal of forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SXeNAx2nrHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JmRMXbwnP9A/s1600-h/wuthering+heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SXeNAx2nrHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JmRMXbwnP9A/s320/wuthering+heights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293854931519253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-6103346011166770432?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6103346011166770432/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=6103346011166770432' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6103346011166770432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6103346011166770432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-your-fantasy.html' title='What&apos;s your fantasy?...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SXeNAx2nrHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JmRMXbwnP9A/s72-c/wuthering+heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-7336173202482512178</id><published>2009-01-20T19:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:52:07.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SXYPHcM2G4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BAlDR9j579Q/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SXYPHcM2G4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BAlDR9j579Q/s320/vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435032524168066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Enjoy being unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Feeling so french...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7336173202482512178?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7336173202482512178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7336173202482512178' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7336173202482512178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7336173202482512178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SXYPHcM2G4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BAlDR9j579Q/s72-c/vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3825861524616636884</id><published>2009-01-16T23:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:27:37.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A fost divin :x:x:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where you gonna sleep tonight....- obsession mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-3825861524616636884?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3825861524616636884/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=3825861524616636884' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3825861524616636884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3825861524616636884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowflake.html' title='Snowflake'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6555419579499942801</id><published>2009-01-16T21:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:59:21.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels somethig like summer time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;            Imaginea melodiei lui Bon Jovi incepe sa prinda din ce in ce mai mult contur si nu sunt singura care traieste aceasta frumoasa realitate. Am doua melodii de care leg imaginea ideala a verii. Summertime- Bon Jovi si This is the Life- Amy MacDonald. Ultima ma obsedeaza pur si simplu, nu am mai patit asa de la With me-Sum 41.  Deja mi-am facut planuri pentru vara asta: eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; in masina (preferabil, merge si trenu) si... oriunde. Poate suna ciudat avand in vedere ca am zis mai sus cuvantul "plan", dar urasc planurile. Ador imprevizibilitatea, spontaneitatea, de orice fel ar fi aceasta. De aceia mi-am pus in plan sa nu fac niciun plan pentru vara asta. Sa experimentez oricand, oriunde dar nu cu oricine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Trebuia sa scriu ieri dar eram intr-un extaz ciudat de delicios asa ca am zis sa nu ma trezesc cu nu stiu ce dubiosenie pe blog si sa ma chill un pic. Am retrait o zi perfecta de vara in toiul iernii:x Acelasi loc, aceiasi persoana, sentimente diferite care nu cunosc termenul de descrestere.&lt;br /&gt;           Acelasi vis inceput in urma cu 5 luni superbe. Poate o sa comenteze unii mai "experimentati" ca 5 luni e nimic, o mica vrajeala care nu mi-a aratat deloc nicio urma de realitate si ca inca sunt ca intr-o transa. Ei bine, corect. Sunt intr-o transa reala! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Revenind, o seara perfecta parcursa pe bulevardul meu preferat (nu il divulg, nu vreau sa fiu recunoscuta) , un sarut interminabil care si acum parca il mai simt, caldura care imi inunda trupul, toate astea sunt elementele care au fost inchise pentru totdeauna in inima mea.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;             Si astazi (de parca ieri nu a fost de ajuns si am primit in dar soarele neasteptat) primesc in dar cea mea frumoasa ninsoare dintr-o ultima perioada ( nu am stare sa reflectez asupra ei). Am o vaga impresie ca ma imbrac bine si o sa ies la o plimbare feerica prin ninsoarea ireal de frumoasa, cu niste fulgi imensi (Incalzire globala???? :-?) Revin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-6555419579499942801?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6555419579499942801/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=6555419579499942801' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6555419579499942801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6555419579499942801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-somethig-like-summer-time.html' title='Feels somethig like summer time...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-4289096478141011554</id><published>2009-01-13T15:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:22:04.253+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mi s-a pus de nenumarate ori intrebarea "de ce (durerea fiecaruia) ma uit la gossip girl???" Tocmai m-am uitat la ep15 sez2 si ca de fiecare data simt acut nevoia unei iesiri din rutina. Viata nu se rezuma doar la atat nu??? Vreau sa zic, nu-mi imaginez ca traiesc doar pentru 6 dimineata scoala 1 sau 2 jumate da-i drumu akas si acasa just usual home stuff. Doresc ceva mai mult decat "ne vedem azi?" pentru ca mi se pare ca toata rutina asta imi afecteaza aceasta parte a vietii pe care nu as schimba-o pentru nici un Gossip Girl. Mi-e ca imi revine atitudinea de sictir de care ma bucuram cu ceva vreme in urma. Din nou am devenit ironica si rautacioasa si azi mi-a fost pusa in fata aceasta noua schimbare. Tot ceea ce pot sa zic e: Urat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cred oare ca daca as avea limuzina jos, haine de la nusth care casa de moda cu fitze supreme si practic tot ce as dori, as fi mai fericita, as scapa de rutina asta care simt pur si simplu ca ma omoara??? Citesc "Concert din muzica de Bach"- e exact un Gossip Girl interbelic. La ce-ti foloseste sa ai tot daca traiesti o viata infecta, perfida fiind gata sa calci peste cadavre la orice pas? Cum te-ai simti sa te trezesti intr-o zi cu TOT si totusi sa nu ai nimic? Ma refer la prieteni, familie, cei care fara nicio obligatie iti aduc un zambet pe fata indiferent de situatie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Iar am o stare de coplesire, nu in sensul bun. Nu doresc sa zbor, sa vad viitorul, sa fiu mega desteapta. Nu. Doresc sa nu-mi doresc sa opresc timpul si sa simt ca fiecare clipa traita a meritat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-4289096478141011554?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/4289096478141011554/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=4289096478141011554' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4289096478141011554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/4289096478141011554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-you-love-me.html' title='You know you love me'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5873231932001626561</id><published>2009-01-09T19:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:14:16.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;         Trec direct la subiect pentru ca simt ca nu sunt in stare sa scriu o introducere de aia kilometrica si inutila azi.&lt;br /&gt;          Vreau reteta certitudinii. Vreau cel mai rapid mod in care cineva o poate obtine. Nu, nu e pentru mine pentru ca am o oarecare abilitate de-a capata orice fel de asigurare in timpul dorit si impus de mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;         Doresc sa fac rost de aceasta certitudine, sa o impachetez frumos nu inainte de-a o parfuma cu ce-mi inebuneste simtul olfactiv, sa-i atasez un bilet pe care va scrie cu litere de aur&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "I will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never let you go..."&lt;/span&gt; Dupa ce termin acest ritual voi expedia pachetul spre inima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; sperand sa fie exact ceea ce avea nevoie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;         Si cand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; il&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; voi vedea ii voi zice personal uitandu-ma drept in ochii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ca intotdeauna voi fi aici pentru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, intotdeauna inima mea va bate la unison cu a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; si intotdeauna va fi persoana al carui chip vreau sa il vad atunci cand ma trezesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5873231932001626561?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5873231932001626561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5873231932001626561' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5873231932001626561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5873231932001626561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-promise.html' title='I promise...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-1088822681806336847</id><published>2009-01-07T18:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:24:08.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De-a frica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;De la acum aici cu mine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Daca nu mi-ar fi frica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-m-as apuca sa invat serios mate pentru ca e panik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-as petrece mai mult timp cu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-m-as gandi mai serios la viitor si tot ce presupune el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;- l-as lua in serios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-as pleca de acasa acum, oriunde cu o persoana draga mie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-as citi orice si nu mi-ar fi frica ca o sa regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;- as fi mai buna cu cei din jurul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;- i-as zice ca reprezinta TOTUL pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;- i-as zice ca mi-e frica ca o sa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; pierd, pentru ca totul este prea frumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-as lua in serios leapsa asta si as umple 100 de pagini:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mai departe...&lt;a href="http://dramasequence.blogspot.com/"&gt;dramasequence&lt;/a&gt; :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-1088822681806336847?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/1088822681806336847/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=1088822681806336847' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/1088822681806336847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/1088822681806336847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-frica.html' title='De-a frica'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-7229767775414019925</id><published>2008-12-31T11:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:29:58.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; A mai trecut un an... nu stiu daca e din pacate sau din fericire dar  tot ceea ce pot sa zic este ca nu as da anul asta pentru nimic in lume. Pot sa zic ca prima parte a acestui mirific an a fost, sa fiu draguta, ciudat. Incepand cu 12 februarie, ziua in care totul s-a schimbat, terminand cu 14 august, ziua inceputului propriu-zis. Deceptii, realizari, dezamagiri, nothing unusual. A venit multdorita vacanta si parca totul a inceput sa capete sens. Si sfarsitul ei a fost pe cat de neasteptat pe atat de superb, de delicios.  Imi doresc ca anul 2009 sa semene macar un pic cu finalul acestui an.  Sa fie de nenumarate ori mai spectaculos, mai plin de surprize. Un an in care sa mi se indeplineasca toate dorintele, sa am numai realizari sa stiu sa infrunt deceptiile si problemele. Acest an va da la o parte egoismul "eului" si se va concentra pe "noi". Imi vine sa inchei cu ceva gen " in vecii vecilor, amin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;dar ma multumesc cu punct, nu inainte sa fiu extrem de recunoscatoare pentru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;si pentru faptul ca nici in cele mai ciudate si nebune vise nu am indraznit sa-mi imaginez ca as putea trai asemenea sentimente, ca eu as putea fi capabila de asemenea trairi si gesturi.  Nu am niciun merit, sunt wicked pana in maduva oaselor. Tre' sa gasesc o modalitate sa scap de asta... pana atunci urez Sarbatori Fericite ca deh, asa e usual, dar avand in vedere ca i don't usually take usual, urez tuturor sa incerce sa faca tot posibilul ca sa faca lumea lor mai frumoasa, sa-si repete de un milion de ori atunci cand sunt suparati ca "n-au cu cine..." la mine functioneaza:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7229767775414019925?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7229767775414019925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7229767775414019925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7229767775414019925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7229767775414019925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8465415161985043780</id><published>2008-12-13T10:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:01:39.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertised Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ma gandesc cat de repede a trecut si anu asta... E un sentiment ciudat sa realizezi ca parca mai ieri era Revelionul si de ieri pana azi au  trecut atatea... Poate suna socant dar urasc pur si simplu aceasta comercializare a sarbatorilor. Mi se pare infect sa alerg din magazin in magazin doar ca sa iau "ceva". Anu asta iau o pauza! Daca voi lua vre-un cadou il voi lua pentru ca stiu ca merita acea persoana sa-l primeasca si nu doar de dragul de-a cheltui banii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Chiar voi incerca sa fiu mai buna, sa ma comport frumos cu toti din jur si asta nu pentru ca asa e normal de Craciun, ci pentru ca vreau. Voi incerca sa simt adevarata semnificatie a Sarbatorilor si voi lasa mancarea pentru altii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8465415161985043780?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/8465415161985043780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=8465415161985043780' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8465415161985043780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8465415161985043780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/12/ma-gandesc-cat-de-repede-trecut-si-anu.html' title='Advertised Christmas'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6800892860345562271</id><published>2008-11-06T15:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:27:05.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking a certain something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;N-am mai scris de ceva timp. Nu din lene ci din simplul motiv ca m-am trezit zilele astea prinsa intr-un iures de nedescris (scoala, teme, parinti business si altele la fel de infecte). Nu cred ca sunt prea pretentioasa daca cer un weekend de secondhand serenade (preferabil your call la nesfarsit), P.S I love you care sa-mi reaminteasca faptul ca true love exists and is so... omg is so delicous :x. Vreau o dimineata in care sa ascult numai requiem for a dream si sa stau in pat si sa nu-mi treaca nimic prin cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nu stiu ca-i cu dorinta asta de detasare pe mine... Adevarul e ca de fiecare data cand ma gandesc la problemele mele cea mai mare este viitorul cu toate aspectele lui. Ador imprevizibilitatea, numai ca sunt niste lucruri pe care le vreau certe. Mi-e frica de esec. De faptul ca totul se va schimba din subredul si cu greu realizatul meu plan. Doresc linistea aceea pe care o aveam cand nu ma stresam cu problema notelor, a facultatii, a unui posibil el. Singura mea grija era sa nu-i rup capul lui Barbie (pe care acum o vad ca pe o perfect innocent slut- shocking even for me). Atitudinea de "hai sictir" ma oboseste enorm, chiar daca uneori o savurez din plin si asta cam des.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ciudat da' ma simt bagata cu forta intr-o maturitate infecta de care nu vreau sa aud. Da e adevarat, sunt unele domenii ale acestei cresteri pe care le ador, dar ma asteptam ca toate sa vina in acelasi pachet frumos decorat al maturitatii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Totusi, gandul la primul pas pe care il constientizez al "realitatii mele", ma face sa privesc cu optimism la viitor. Cel mai bun lucru care l-am facut pana acum si nu il regret si nu il voi regreta indiferent de circumstante s-a intamplat acum aproximativ 3 luni superbe. Doresc pur si simplu, sa tina forever pentru ca in momentul de fata acesta pare singurul lucru pe care ma pot baza si am certitudinea ca intradevar este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It doesn't make any sense I know but neither I am understanding anything at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-6800892860345562271?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6800892860345562271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=6800892860345562271' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6800892860345562271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/6800892860345562271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/11/n-am-mai-scris-de-ceva-timp.html' title='seeking a certain something'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-2642796373942640934</id><published>2008-10-09T18:19:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:38:28.429+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i've found some kind of fairytale and i would not change it for the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What could be more beautiful than someone who's thinking at you? Who's holding you, stopping anything that may come between you? Who's looking at you with "that" look. That deep, indecipherable look but at the same time so easy to interpret because of "that" smile...&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that i would be the princess of the story, that i will depend of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; entirely. Everybody dreams of this. The fact is that i was beginning to feel that my happily ever after will take only a few years. Three to be more exact (after "Dragostea dureaza 3 ani" Frédéric Beigbeder). But instead i found myself dreaming at an eternal embrace, wishing i would see the same smile every night and day that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;every morning I will wake up and the first thing I would want is to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;It's so right to feel "that" hug every time you simply need it and to know that your acts are so decisive to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allie: Look at us, we're already fightin'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Allie: So what?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Noah:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;(The Notebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And this is exactly what i'll do every time everything gets between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.  I'm gonna think that my meaningless story became a fairytale because of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. That i became that star from "Stardust" who shined the most powerful when she was happy... with the owner of her hearth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-2642796373942640934?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2642796373942640934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=2642796373942640934' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2642796373942640934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2642796373942640934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-found-some-kind-of-fairytale-and-i.html' title='i&apos;ve found some kind of fairytale and i would not change it for the world'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-7468911828503066516</id><published>2008-10-07T16:51:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:33:29.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>together they weren't afraid of anything... they would have dared satan and all his legions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ireal. Este ceva atat de ademenitor , atat de superb, extraordinar, sublim incat ti-ar fi frica sa-l ai. Nu ai sti ce sa faci cu el. Intradevar, sentimentele intaltatoare trebuie sa vina cu un manual de utilizare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Citatul este din Wuthering Heights (filmul) cu Juliette Binoche si Ralph Fiennes. Cred ca este cartea mea preferata de dragoste. Nu ma satur sa o citesc sau sa ma uit la film. De fiecare data cand il vad ma incearca cu totul si cu totul alte sentimente... Povestea dintre Heathcliff si Catherine mi se pare cea mai superba poveste de dragoste, care depaseste bariera realului, trecand intr-o lume a povestilor cu demoni si zane de demult. Iubirea lor este vesnica si-si gaseste implinirea atunci cand amandoi isi vor gasi in sfarsit linistea nu in aceasta lume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Heathcliff: Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest so long as I live on! I killed you. Haunt me, then! Haunt your murderer! I know that ghosts have wandered on the Earth. Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this dark alone where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Poate unele persoane si-ar face repede semnul crucii la auzul unei asemenea replici, insa pe mine ma strabate instantaneu un fior de incantare si de dorinta. O dorinta ca o anumita persoana sa simta ca, realmente, fara mine nu poate... S-ar putea ca mofturile mele de Scarlet O'Hara sa ii faca pe unii sa-si zica in sinea lor "Atunci, daca ai pretentii asa inalte, nu vad alt viitor pentru tine decat cel al lui Miss Havisham (personaj Marile Sperante-Charles Dickens)". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Nu, nu sunt mofturoasa. STIU ca o sa am parte de ceea ce-mi doresc pentru ca momentan gust din fericirea aceea divina. Insa si inainte de asta eram constienta ca am pregatit ceva superb. Stiam ca scenariul meu nu are cum sa fie unul fara intriga, sec. Trebuia doar sa-l las pe Scenaristul meu sa preia conducerea. Sa nu mai incerc sa detin si alt rol in afara de personaj principal al filmului vietii mele. Pot sa asigur pe oricine ca nu traiesc un "Tanar si nelinistit" infect. Traiesc un "Wuthering Heights" care nu are elemente lugubre in el. Chiar daca mai apar, ele nu fac decat sa-mi tina atentia in alerta asupra "scenariului" si a faptului ca orice poveste are si elementele ei triste. Insa daca stiu sa trec peste acestea, atunci partile frumoase ale vietii vor capata o stralucire aparte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000059/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Heathcliff: If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Traiesc acest sentiment si nu l-as da pentru nimic in lume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-7468911828503066516?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/7468911828503066516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=7468911828503066516' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7468911828503066516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/7468911828503066516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/10/together-they-werent-afraid-of-anything.html' title='together they weren&apos;t afraid of anything... they would have dared satan and all his legions'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-9145387843146859123</id><published>2008-10-05T12:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:14:18.829+03:00</updated><title type='text'>wish you were here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SOiTcQrYRMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Opl8alIWQkY/s1600-h/809757bf0rwcljoj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SOiTcQrYRMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Opl8alIWQkY/s320/809757bf0rwcljoj.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253611079050216642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ador sa merg prin ploaie. Am sentimentul ala ca sunt total invizibila si ca nimeni nu are nimic in cap decat cum sa ajunga mai repede... undeva. Eu una prefer sa merg incet si, nu stiu cum, ploaia are un efect anesteziant asupra sentimentelor. Ma face impartiala. Pot sa-mi gandesc la rece viata cu tot cu problemele ei si daca ma simt destul de in stare, si a altora.&lt;br /&gt;Numai ca de data asta a fost altfel. Cand El imi tine umbrela si il tin de brat, orice numai "rece" nu sunt. Da, e adevarat ca ma simt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; si ca as vrea ca plimbarea aceea sa nu se termine niciodata, insa am senzatia aceea delicioasa ca "cineva" vrea sa mearga cu mine prin ploaie si nu doar pentru ca am umbreala:)&lt;br /&gt;Eh, nu mai scriu ca mi-e ca o dau in filozofii dubioase si nu ma pasioneaza momentan asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-9145387843146859123?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/9145387843146859123/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=9145387843146859123' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/9145387843146859123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/9145387843146859123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-you-were-here.html' title='wish you were here'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SOiTcQrYRMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Opl8alIWQkY/s72-c/809757bf0rwcljoj.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5046810034573022147</id><published>2008-09-25T22:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:51:28.188+03:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels so yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;In sf... 18:&gt;  nu a fost niciun second stupid Big-Bang; a fost chill... nimic diferit de ieri, numai vremea si faptul ca am fost mai bagata in seama:). In niciun caz nu ma gandeam ca venerabila varsta ma va prinde asa cum sunt momentan. Aveam mareata idee ca voi fi de-o maturitate inimaginabila, ca voi fi in stare sa imi incep propria viata asa... de una singura, ca voi fi cu un pachet impresionant de recomandari si ca CV-ul meu va avea dimensiunile unui roman si ca voi fi sigura ce vreau sa fac in viata si, mai mult ca sigur- voi fi cea mai buna in domeniul meu.  Si brusc, the perfect Stepford life si over si m-am trezit cu "majora" asta pe cap. Habar n-are pe ce lume se afla, ce vrea sa faca in viitor, nu e incantata nici de faptul ca trebuie sa se gandeasca la viitorul ei (profesional ca celelalte domenii sunt desertul fiecarei clipe),  traieste un basm, sau mai bine zis un roman dubios a carui final e cat se poate de incert, prefera sa isi traiasca viata cu o chitara in mana, intr-o perpetua vacanta (chit ca habar n-are sa cante la chitara). Cele mai de pret lucruri in viata ei sunt persoanele apropiate si speranta ca intr-o zi se va trezi, nu brusc ci incet... cu tot tacamul unei treziri perfecte, la realitate. Tot ceea ce vrea momentan e sa fie fericita si sa nu regrete nimic.&lt;br /&gt;S-a mai scurs un an din incredibila mea viata si incerc sa-i fac un rezumat. Ceea ce e extrem de ciudat, poate chiar imposibil, e faptul ca desi toti spun ca iti amintesti lucrurile rele care au fost, in mintea mea sunt numai lucrurile superbe pe care le-am trait. Ciudat, dar imi place. Poate asta demonstreaza ca s-a mai schimbat ceva la etajul superior.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am ganduri marete pentru acest an. Vreau ca, orice fel de schimbari, chiar daca sunt putine, sa fie complete si iremediabile. So chill... Imi trece prin cap "It's my life" Bon Jovi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just wanna live while i'm alive.&lt;/span&gt; And that's what I intend to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5046810034573022147?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5046810034573022147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5046810034573022147' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5046810034573022147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5046810034573022147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-feels-so-yesterday.html' title='it feels so yesterday...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-2721042001845080191</id><published>2008-09-22T16:58:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:27:40.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe I may have a first sentence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe4eHlDc-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LEpeCvh5nns/s1600-h/the+hours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe4eHlDc-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LEpeCvh5nns/s320/the+hours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866718293652450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe407n0HMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uf1gJOFkUtA/s1600-h/virginia+woolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe407n0HMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uf1gJOFkUtA/s320/virginia+woolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248867110220995778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe4pnNnlUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uQnxSE7TlwI/s1600-h/mrs_dalloway_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe4pnNnlUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uQnxSE7TlwI/s320/mrs_dalloway_1928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866915763852610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours&lt;/span&gt;... (Virginia Woolf)&lt;br /&gt;E deja tipic. Sunt ultima persoana care vede un film genial, pe care ajung sa-l ador si numai la el sa ma gandesc pentru o perioada nelimitata- The Hours. Absolut genial. Posibil ca daca l-as mai fi vazut pana acum, nu as fi inteles nimic. De fapt, tind sa cred ca a venit la timpul potrivit si ca acum, mai mult ca niciodata il inteleg. Filmul prezinta povestea a trei femei: una care scrie cartea, una care o citeste si alta care o traieste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;in 1921&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Virginia Woolf: [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;writing in her book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;] Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;in 1951&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;]  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Laura Brown:[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;reading in bed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;] Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;" class="fine"&gt;in 2001&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;]  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clarissa Vaughan: Sally, I think I'll buy the flowers myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;E vorba de Mrs Dalloway a Virginiei Woolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cred ca tot ce as scrie despre film ar fi sa dau copy paste replicilor. Another quotable movie. E unul din filmele care te face sa "look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is". Te face sa realizezi ca viata e frumoasa. Sau din contra... &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa scriu pur si simplu despre film pentru ca m-a marcat. Adica, am sentimentul acela egoist ca vreau sa pastrez toate emotiile simtite in timplu filmului doar pentru mine... Si cred ca o sa mai fac asta pentru o perioada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-2721042001845080191?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/2721042001845080191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=2721042001845080191' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2721042001845080191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/2721042001845080191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-believe-i-may-have-first-sentence.html' title='I believe I may have a first sentence...'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNe4eHlDc-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LEpeCvh5nns/s72-c/the+hours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6068270123845727032</id><published>2008-09-20T11:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:57:59.756+03:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNS0lSNrfnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tflGXFN5b54/s1600-h/music+listener.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SNS0lSNrfnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tflGXFN5b54/s320/music+listener.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248018018430844530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, stiu ca e cam tarziu pentru un astfel de titlu numai ca acum simt mai mult ca oricand ca, intr-adevar the summer is over and life's so bitch.  Tocmai cand incepusem sa simt ca e vara, ca toate lucrurile coopereaza cu mine, atunci s-a pus punct acelor trei luni de libertate. Get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsitul vacantei m-a prins intr-un efect placebo care dura de ceva timp si incepusem sa ma intreb daca e real. E acea senzatie delicioasa cand te trezesti zambind si adormi cu acelasi zambet pe buze si stii prea bine de ce. Sau nu, depinde. In orice caz, am adorat acel suras care se transforma intr-un zambet Colgate veritabil. Si inca il ador, numai ca si-a pierdut din intensitate.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb de ce suna asa de sec ce scriu. O sa ma gandesc mai incolo la asta... Acum pe lista celor mai importante motive de gandire este viitorul si tot ce-mi rezerva el. Nu, nu e vorba de viitor asa in mare. Ala profesional. Ca, teoretic in astia aproximativ 18 ani de viata ai avut destul timp sa te gandesti la "ce vrei sa te faci cand o sa fii mare". Yeah right, I lived 18 just to feel that I live. I think I need another 18 to figure out the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Cumva vara asta m-a maturizat (posibil sa fie doar parerea mea). Am invatat ca de deciziile mele depind mai multi, ca desi nu le place sa o arate sau nu stiu cum, acele persoane tin enorm la tine.&lt;br /&gt;M-am bucurat din plin de notiunea de prietenie adevarata si am realizat ca intr-adevar exista si ca e (de cele mai multe ori) tot ceea ce-ti trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Momentan o sa mai savurez cat a ramas din acel efect atat de dorit de mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-6068270123845727032?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/6068270123845727032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=6068270123845727032' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3958257059162687953</id><published>2008-07-31T21:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:10:14.848+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know saint Peter won't call my name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f0c16f85bdf9924" 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" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8986575794885029763</id><published>2008-07-29T00:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:08:05.990+03:00</updated><title type='text'>just believeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ma uitam peste un caiet intr-o zi cand am gasit o pagina scrisa la repezeala pe 27.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"...in principal, ma intorc la ideea ca viata e o imensa gluma. e atat de absurda incat ar trebui sa mor de ras cand ma gandesc. citeam nusth ce horoscop in care se zicea ca o sa traiesc o telenovela. pfff... traiesc deja una. e adevarat in ea nu exista crime patetice, palmuiri si paruieli telenovelistice and stuff dar isi are partea ei de sentiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;viata te invata ca in fata problemelor trebuie sa razi cu cel mai "dispretuibil" ras. pentru ca oricum totul o sa fie ok. but God! e vorba de moment. nu pot sa trec peste dezamagiri zicandu-mi "trece"! kkt. e patetic.&lt;/trece&gt;&lt;/dispretuibil&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;faza e ca nu ma mai stresez. si o sa vad ce o sa fac si cat o sa rad dupa. timpul le va rezolva pe toate. yeah right. we know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;aveam impresia ca totul este "a big circle". period. ceva asemanator deja-vu- ului numai ca de data asta nu este vorba de impresia ca am mai trait experienta. sunt prea sigura pentru ca a lasat si urmari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8986575794885029763?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-4648007217677854045</id><published>2008-07-23T23:18:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:04:31.491+03:00</updated><title type='text'>the cinderella story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;i can be a professional cinderella...&lt;br /&gt;am de ceva vreme un sentiment ciudat care prinde contur. nu sunt ceea ce se asteapta lumea. numai ca nici nu vreau sa ma schimb. am marea incapatanare cum ca trebuie sa fiu acceptata asa cum sunt. cu bune si rele. aha. mda...&lt;br /&gt;ideea e ca, desi nu pare, chiar ma doare sa mi se spuna  "nu ma asteptam" de fiecare data cand fac ceva dupa capul meu. aici intervine teoria acceptarii. nu o dezbat. prea patetica.&lt;br /&gt;intotdeauna am fost considerata o ciudata mai mult sau mai putin. doar pentru ca nu exista tipar pentru mine. nici personalitatea nu-mi poate fi definita. si s-au straduit multi. faza cu cinderella nu are legatura cu nimic. nu semanam deloc.&lt;br /&gt;melodiile astea semnifica ceva cu totul si cu totul special pentru mine. they just had an ideal timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-faebd0765e88062d" 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" 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cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-321586563497733346</id><published>2008-07-18T23:08:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:37:22.039+03:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGtmAUk1CI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZjKEMsVJ2W4/s1600-h/Chuck_Bass_by_hael89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224647911159419938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGtmAUk1CI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZjKEMsVJ2W4/s320/Chuck_Bass_by_hael89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;simply. he's chuck bass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sienna miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGs3za6BTI/AAAAAAAAADM/TtTyCVua7o0/s1600-h/x134147983040493740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224647117422331186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGs3za6BTI/AAAAAAAAADM/TtTyCVua7o0/s320/x134147983040493740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e propriul ei stilist si de fiecare data cand o vezi e breathless. si de cand am vazut-o in casanova a devenit una dintre actritele mele preferate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aviators and converses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGsQ9M-FXI/AAAAAAAAADE/nNvc-3Rv23s/s1600-h/Aviators_by_chocolatevampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224646450033333618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGsQ9M-FXI/AAAAAAAAADE/nNvc-3Rv23s/s320/Aviators_by_chocolatevampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, you look cool just wearing them. and the converses are... all stars:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bitten by Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID87flKggI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GVVVopuxeW0/s1600-h/blog-BITTEN-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224453666769633794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID87flKggI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GVVVopuxeW0/s320/blog-BITTEN-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pentru ca pur si simplu Sarah e geniala. Are un stil unic care impresioneaza de fiecare data cand o vezi. Si noua ei colectie "Bitten" sustine ideea de cheep and cool, asa ca oricare fata se poate declara dublu satisfacuta: haine cool la preturi umane:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mischa Barton&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID8M14FOzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wIOR4AESFus/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224452865300708146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID8M14FOzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wIOR4AESFus/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Imi place Mischa pentru ca are un stil vestimentar decent dar in acelasi timp :X. Adepta balerinilor si a "summer fashion", tipa a devenit style icon pentru o multime dupa aparitiile din The O.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vera Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID68A0aVvI/AAAAAAAAACs/fouxT46hYOc/s1600-h/vera-wang.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451476668700402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID68A0aVvI/AAAAAAAAACs/fouxT46hYOc/s320/vera-wang.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Simply Vera Wang. Toate miresele si-ar dori o rochie Vera Wang. Si are niste creatii care te fac sa arati de milioane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Keds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID6vJt8OAI/AAAAAAAAACk/TjLXfkjeZx0/s1600-h/keds2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224451255719180290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID6vJt8OAI/AAAAAAAAACk/TjLXfkjeZx0/s320/keds2sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunt geniali si comozi. Au o groaza de modele care pur si simplu iti iau ochii si se pot purta la aproape orice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Paul Frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449761431714594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID5YLEC-yI/AAAAAAAAACU/sE9_fym2P4A/s320/paul_frank_by_hannabumm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mutra lui Julius spune tot :d.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID4u-NupPI/AAAAAAAAACE/IEg0OOTLrac/s1600-h/Vans_by_emograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224449053608027378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID4u-NupPI/AAAAAAAAACE/IEg0OOTLrac/s320/Vans_by_emograph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just because. Sunt geniali si prea cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Agatha Ruiz de la Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID58iJcNcI/AAAAAAAAACc/UWsfkcBBKVo/s1600-h/87437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224450386103645634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SID58iJcNcI/AAAAAAAAACc/UWsfkcBBKVo/s320/87437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Colours. You have to love them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-321586563497733346?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/321586563497733346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=321586563497733346' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/321586563497733346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/321586563497733346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/guilty-pleasures.html' title='guilty pleasures'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SIGtmAUk1CI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZjKEMsVJ2W4/s72-c/Chuck_Bass_by_hael89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3891212750680504616</id><published>2008-07-16T21:46:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:50:26.622+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, we're having so much fun :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oficial- bored. De toate. Adica deja m-am obisnuit cu starea asta. La inceput am fost un pic alarmata pentru ca vedeam ca, pur si simplu stau de dimineata pana seara in casa si nu fac nimic. Toti sunt la "job" si "vaaai tu- cat fun avem". Siiigur. Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Imi umplu mintea cu tot felu de filme care mai de care mai ciudate si dubioase si nu-mi pare rau. Ascult muzica in prostie (VH1- final countdown, top 50 best ballads ever :X:X) si citesc Chick-uri. Mi-e o pofta nebuna de un cocktail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Schimbarea de look a avut loc asa ca (sper eu), sunt pe drumul cel bun pentru o "resurscitare" dorita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ce sec : da o sa public postarea oricum ca, mai tarziu sa vad ce inseamna patetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-3891212750680504616?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3891212750680504616/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=3891212750680504616' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3891212750680504616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3891212750680504616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/dude-were-having-so-much-fun.html' title='Dude, we&apos;re having so much fun :|'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3908336532161280782</id><published>2008-07-11T23:03:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:24:11.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poti sa tii un secret???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SH5KvWalRtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/akc0TawM01E/s1600-h/can_you_keep_a_secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223694795127736018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SH5KvWalRtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/akc0TawM01E/s320/can_you_keep_a_secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Adevaru e ca m-am reapucat de cartea asta din simplul motiv ca de fiecare data cand o citesc, ma face sa rad. Ok, si autoarea e geniala. A mai scris colectia cu nebuna aia simpatica, innebunita dupa shopping (sincera sa fiu, cand vedeam ce prostii face doar din dorinta de-a avea nu stiu ce pereche de pantofi incomozi, ma apuca durerea de cap) si altele, dar dupa parerea mea asta e cea mai tare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Trec peste subiectul carti. Ma cam depaseste, Nu pot sa citesc o carte serioasa ca brusc, ma apuca lenea. Asa ca o sa incerc sa scriu despre secrete (ca tot veni vorba). Stiu ca toata lumea are secrete. E cat se poate de normal. Dar ideea care e mai dubioasa pentru mine are legatura cu ce inseamna pentru fiecare un secret. Adica, secret=. Care este ţinut ascuns, care rămâne necunoscut, nedivulgat; confidenţial. Tratative secrete. (Despre sentimente) Care nu este declarat sau mărturisit; păstrat în taină. 2. Ascuns vederii, mascat privirilor. Ceea ce nu se ştie, nu se cunoaşte (de nimeni), ceea ce este tăinuit, nu trebuie spus nimănui (DEX). Dupa parerea mea secretul este acel mic detaliu penibil care este oarecum sfant pentru tine si ar fi mai bine ca numai tu sa ai acces la el. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In acelasi timp, exista unele secrete care daca ar iesi la iveala te-ar scuti de muuulte. Vorbesc despre chestiile nespuse. Amanuntele asupra carora pluteste incertitudinea. Eu una am si am avut destule de "d astea". Si nu ma mandresc cu faptul ca am stiut de fiecare data in ce categorie sa le bag. Insa au existat momente de genul "asta e. don't care about the consequences" si efectul a fost... interesant. Pentru unele impartasiri m-am felicitat si nu-mi venea sa cred ca mi-a fost frica de, in fond, nimic. Dar in alte dati... nu comentam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Si in cartea mea, faptul ca intr-un moment de ratacire protagonista i-a zis toate secretele ei vecinului, nu a scutit-o de multe. Ma rog, la un momentdat cand toate erau pe roze, tipa simtea nevoia sa scrie o carte despre cum sa-ti impartasesti toate secretele partenerului=fericire garantata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oare e ok sa recunosc pur si simplu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-3908336532161280782?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3908336532161280782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=3908336532161280782' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3908336532161280782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3908336532161280782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/poti-sa-tii-un-secret.html' title='Poti sa tii un secret???'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SH5KvWalRtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/akc0TawM01E/s72-c/can_you_keep_a_secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-3608011666236552809</id><published>2008-07-08T00:16:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:05:35.900+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cinnamon. Ador locu asta. De fiecare data cand trec pe acolo plec numai cu amintiri superbe. Locul ideal de "informare" cu prietenele. Muzica e pur si simplu geniala. Just my kind of good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost acolo cu roakera mea (:x) si am depanat amintiri de tot felu. De la cele mai kinky pana l cele mai penibile si demne de ars amintiri comune. Parca zilele astea senzatia ca anii trec prea repede e din ce in ce mai acuta. Inca nu stiu de ce.  Cert e ca am cam renuntat la atitudinea aia "importata" si redevin din nou my own self. Glamorous again.&lt;br /&gt;Insa a fost un incident azi care m-a adus oarecum cu picioarele pe pamant si m-a facut sa ma gandesc la moarte si la rostul vietii pe pamant mai intens decat in ultimu timp. Nu insist asupra detaliilor, cert e ca pentru cateva momente am zis ca "asta a fost. now what?". Ii multumesc lui Dumnezeu ca a fost cu mine. Inca ma ingrozeste gandul unei "deconectari". E adevarat ca e wild sa te gandesti la ideea de a nu mai exista, de-a lasa totul balta, insa cand esti  pus in fata realitatii, atunci sweetie, nu mai e la fel. E o senzatie rece. Poate suna .... ciudat dar se aseamana cu o camera alba, poate gri fara usa, ferestre- numai tu si realitatea. Conceptia de "viata dinaintea ochilor inr-o secunda" nu e deloc o poveste. Din contra.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce este ciudat este ca de fiecare data cand sunt pusa in fata unei realitati care are legatura cu moartea gandul imi zboara aiurea... total aiurea. Ma apuca un ras isteric cand imi amintesc astfel de momente. Cert e ca azi am simtit ca pur si simplu trebuie sa caut ajutor in alta parte decat in propriile-mi puteri. Si a functionat.&lt;br /&gt;Consider ca viata merita traita. Din plin. Chiar daca uneori mi se pare o gluma proasta la adresa mea (mai cinstit zis tot timpul, dar trecem peste). E palpitanta. Eu una, cand privesc inapoi pur si simplu imi vine sa ma crucesc si sa zic "D'oh! Era logic. Smart". Recunosc ca unele momente ma fac sa trec repede peste subiect dar si alea sunt ale mele. Life is like a box a chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get (Forrest Gump).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Inca un gand pe ziua de azi. Imi ador prietenii. Sunt extrem de binecuvantata ca ii am. Parca imi dau energie si e un sentiment sublim cand stii ca sunt acolo, always for you.  Sunt sigura ca nu-i merit dar adevarul este ca nu cred ca merit nimic si ca tot ce am sunt cadouri cu inscriptia "just because I love you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-3608011666236552809?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/3608011666236552809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=3608011666236552809' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3608011666236552809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/3608011666236552809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-is-history-tomorrow-is.html' title='Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-5714090166915496790</id><published>2008-07-06T11:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:17:23.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's feel gorgeous again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Trec printr-o perioada de realizare. Ma tot gandesc la ceea ce ar fi putut fi si ceea ce a fost. Clasa a zecea o sa ramana in amintirea mea drept anul unei maturizari nedorite. Anul care a trecut prea repede si in acelasi timp extrem de greu. Nu-mi vine sa cred ca acum cateva luni inca mai frecventam Hanu (n-o sa uit never 25 sept si Phantom AT the opera) pana s-a inchis si ne-am gasit alt centru de ... relaxare. Si astfel saptamanile au capatat dubioasa zi de "Vineri Jack". Si in decursul acestui an Jack'ul aparea ca un loc unde sarbatoream fericirea aia irealizabila sau pur si simplu nu vroiam sa-mi infrunt deceptiile si sa hotaram sa ma transform intr-o melomana "de vineri".&lt;br /&gt;Ce e ciudat e faptul ca in acelasi timp i've enjoyed the ride. A lot. Am gustat fericirea, mi-a fost frica sa-mi infrunt dezamagirile care, au fost ireale petru cineva nou in domeniu. Am realizat cum e sa te simti respins, cum e sa constientizezi ca un capitol drag al vietii tale s-a incheiat si ca nu mai poti reveni asupra lui.&lt;br /&gt;Am atatea planuri pentru o "revenire" incat ma apuca lenea numai cand ma gandesc. Cam asta e starea generala a verii acesteia. Lene, lene... Imi propun ca saptamana viitoare sa revin la ceea ce iubeau toti. Sa ies din starea asta vegetativa si sa "face the city" again. E adevarat ca episoadele zilnice din Sex and the city nu ma vor ajuta prea mult dar in schimb ma fac sa-mi doresc sa fiu cu cele mai cool tipe pe care le cunosc si sa "recuperam". Sa ne facem veacu prin Cinnamon, sa ascultam '80 music si sa bem cate un Sex on the beach. Pe urma, daca ne mai tine bugetu, sa reinviem "Vineri Jack". Si dupa cum stiu prea bine ca la intrebarea "Ambitii?" raspunsul este "destule ca sa dauneze" nu cred ca una in plus strica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-5714090166915496790?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/5714090166915496790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=5714090166915496790' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5714090166915496790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/5714090166915496790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-feel-gorgeous-again.html' title='Let&apos;s feel gorgeous again'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-6760322912669188386</id><published>2008-07-05T01:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:07:52.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there Delilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Melodia perfecta pe care puteam sa o ascult intr-o dupa-amiaza in Cismigiu cu chitara.&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What's it like in New York City? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Time Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We'll have it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My word is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'd write it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We'd have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This ones for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;What you do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd2badb9b53a15e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-8099225799578513794</id><published>2008-07-02T12:58:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:13:05.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Jovi in Romania :X:X:X:X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Una dintre cele mai bune vesti in materie de concerte care putea aparea vara asta :D&lt;br /&gt;Eh, o mai fi si Metallica dar nu pot sa zic  ca sufar ca nu ma duc. Singura melodie pe care o ador de la ei e "Nothing else matters" care e pur si simplu ... ^:)^&lt;br /&gt;Revenind. Vine Bon Jovi:x:x:x....  Doamne abia astept!!!  O sa reexperimentez senzatiile de la Phoenix cand toti stiau cuvintele si pur si simplu Nicu Covaci putea sa ne lase sa conducem concertu 8-&gt; C vremuri...&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, melodii care au facut istorie precum, It's my life, Living on a prayer, Always and so on... o sa se auda si in Bucuresti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-532f2c1a16b321d9" 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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D532f2c1a16b321d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54AFBC4C425FE96E1DFA5F8C9246259C95AF3006.58F13175C46EB86FE7AD062DD627C3175333FA01%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D532f2c1a16b321d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFTXuAnCErVSBsj91rZA5_c2W858&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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D532f2c1a16b321d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54AFBC4C425FE96E1DFA5F8C9246259C95AF3006.58F13175C46EB86FE7AD062DD627C3175333FA01%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D532f2c1a16b321d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFTXuAnCErVSBsj91rZA5_c2W858&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-8099225799578513794?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=532f2c1a16b321d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/8099225799578513794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=8099225799578513794' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8099225799578513794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/8099225799578513794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/bon-jovi-in-romania-xxxx.html' title='Bon Jovi in Romania :X:X:X:X'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5385082600427107504.post-1468422701557849156</id><published>2008-07-01T23:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:18:47.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Titlu blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SGqRFVUJtpI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pTD1sID_Vg8/s1600-h/Angelina-Jolie---Girl-Interrupted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218142639069181586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SGqRFVUJtpI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pTD1sID_Vg8/s320/Angelina-Jolie---Girl-Interrupted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cred ca ar fi frumos din partea mea sa explic titlul blogului. E cea mai geniala replica din Girl Interrupted. Un must see absolut :x:x:x Recomand subtitrarea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pana una alta, doresc blogului meu sa ma scape de plictiseala verii si sa dea o pata de culoare zilelor monotone si toride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5385082600427107504-1468422701557849156?l=professionalcinderella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/feeds/1468422701557849156/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5385082600427107504&amp;postID=1468422701557849156' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/1468422701557849156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5385082600427107504/posts/default/1468422701557849156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://professionalcinderella.blogspot.com/2008/07/titlu-blog.html' title='Titlu blog'/><author><name>professional cinderella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09536530229770095593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/ScD7k_oYwCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hD6zTOLHa2A/S220/retro+bag.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dV5lcYPNvaw/SGqRFVUJtpI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/pTD1sID_Vg8/s72-c/Angelina-Jolie---Girl-Interrupted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
