Poi pozele sunt facute cu telefonul, Mi s`a furat aparatul in Ro si pana imi iau altul ma folosesc de telefon. altfel faceam eu poze mai calumea asa tre sa ma multumesc cu asta
_______________________________________ "And you want to travel with her and you want to travel blind And you know you can trust her, for she's touched your perfect body With her mind"
_______________________________________ We only got 86 400 seconds in a day , To turn it all around or throw it all away , We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say, Gotta live like we’re dying
m-am dat in vant dupa cartea asta (Mandrie si Prejudecata) la inceputul liceului...acum mi se pare putin prea romantica; si filmul a fost frumushel; Ce este ciudat la acest roman este ca de fapt nu exista personaje negative ci doar personaje in cautarea fericirii
_______________________________________ We only got 86 400 seconds in a day , To turn it all around or throw it all away , We gotta tell ‘em that we love ‘em while we got the chance to say, Gotta live like we’re dying
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_______________________________________ I bite your finger!
mie-mi place mult combinatia asta <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfdK_Qns-rE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfdK_Qns-rE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> iar ma rog sa mearga
_______________________________________ "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern." - William Blake
_______________________________________ "If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru' narrow chinks of his cavern." - William Blake