Pe unde ma duc pasii... Fly like a leaf in the wind...

joi, 21 mai 2009

Funny....or not??Europe vs. America


Stiu ca a circulat pe foaaaaarte multe site-uri aceasta fotografie...insa se potriveste atat de bine realitatii, incat am considerat ca mai merita aratata.Din pacate, cam asta este realitatea...

marți, 5 mai 2009

Numele lui este HAPPY!

Este, intr-adevar o mare bucurie sa fii in preajma lui Happy!E cel mai dulce, iubitor si jucaus catel!!!Este trist pentru ca "parintii"lui au plecat(in Romania), si nu stie ce se intampla cu ce nu mai e "mami" si "tati"...
Eu nu am putut saa fac altceva decat sa ma joc cu el, de ieri pana astazi (si mai avem o luna de stat impreuna!)....e o minunatie de catel!

duminică, 3 mai 2009


"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! "